Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

"Really?" Aimee held Violet's hand with great interest, "Violet, please tell me why it is easy to take care of Jimmy? I haven't looked after a child before, so I really want to know it. Maybe it will come in handy when I accompany Jimmy in the future."

"Okay." Violet nodded and told Aimee how she played with Jimmy in the lounge just now.

Hearing Violet's description of Jimmy, Aimee was full of envy, "Jimmy is so cute and sweet. He doesn't cry. He loves to laugh. Isn't this my ideal child? I don't even want to continue the competition. I just want to see Jimmy now."

Seeing her so excited, Violet shook her head and laughed, "If it wasn't for that I couldn't bring with my phone, I could show you Jimmy's current photos. I took a lot of pictures."

"Don't talk about it." Aimee grabbed the clothes on Violet's chest with one hand, and blocked her mouth with the other, her face full of seriousness, "I'm afraid that if you go on talking, I can't help but run out to find Mr. Murphy to see Jimmy."

Violet couldn't help laughing, "Is it such an exaggeration?"

"You don't understand." Aimee sighed, "I just like this kind of baby. It's fine that I can't see him before, but now that I have a chance to see him, and he's still my own godson, how can I hold back?" Violet was helpless, "Okay, then I won't talk about it."

"That's right. Don't talk about it." Aimee took a few deep breaths again, sorting out her excitement, "I'm afraid that if you go on, I will outline Jimmy's cute appearance in my mind, and then I won't concentrate or the competition."

Hearing this, Violet hurriedly stopped mentioning Jimmy, lest it really affect her. After a while, if something went wrong in the game or they didn't have inspiration, they would be in trouble.

However, Violet was still very happy. After all, someone liked her child so much. As a mother, she was naturally proud and happy.

Soon, the competition started.

It might be that Aimee was anxious to go back to see Jimmy earlier, so in the afternoon, she was extra serious.

She was so serious that Violet felt as if she had changed.

But seeing her so serious, Violet also raised her spirits and became serious. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to keep up with her rhythm and would drag her.

The top three in this round were not decided on the same day.

After all, it was impossible for designers to draw a completely satisfactory final draft in one day.

So generally, most designers could hand in the manuscript when they had no inspiration and couldn't draw anymore, and then they could continue to draw tomorrow.

The first round of competition lasted three days. After three days, the draft was completely finalized, and the top three would be decided.

So today, designers could hand in the manuscript when they felt it was okay and then they could leave.

Of course, if there was a designer who thought that the design he or she drew today could be regarded as the final draft, he or she could tell the organizer when submitting the draft and wait for the result of the competition in three days.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Violet had already drawn the manuscript at this moment.

She looked at the beautiful design in her hand, which made others' breath stagnate at first glance, and then looked at Aimee, who also drew beautiful jewelry designs, then she asked with a smile, "How is it?" Aimee didn't answer, but glanced at the design in her hand. When she saw the clothes Violet designed, she whistled, "Violet, we really deserve to be the best partners. Obviously we didn't discuss too much before designing. More often, we still tacitly agree to draw according to our own ideas. After the design is completed, we will see whether the clothes and jewelry can be matched together. If not, we will modify them according to what can be matched together, but now it seems that there is no need to modify them. Our design is very matched."

She had never really met a fashion designer who fit her so well.

Violet also sighed, "Yeah, I didn't expect that our designs match so well, not only the design, but also the idea of submitting the manuscript. Yours is the final draft, right? You don't plan to revise it later, right?" Aimee nodded with a smile, "Yes, I think my design is already perfect. I don't even know how to modify it. It's already perfect and doesn't need to be modified. To modify it will ruin it. I decided to take it as the final draft, so do you. Violet, do you think the same as me?"

Violet gave a hum, "Yeah, I have the same idea as you. I have good inspiration today. It was so good that I just finished the design in one go. I won't make any changes."

"Me too." Aimee made a jerk gesture, and then pouted at the other designers, "Look at those designers, all of them are frowning. Their design doesn't seem to go smoothly." Violet glanced at it, "You are right."

"I'm afraid some designers haven't finished the first draft." Aimee said.

Violet nodded, "It is estimated that even if they finish the first draft today, they will not be satisfied. They will continue to revise it tomorrow, but there is one person who seems to have finished the final draft just like us."

"Yamamoto.

"Aimee raised her eyebrows.

Violet turned the pencil in her hand, "It's her. When we were talking, I saw her put down the pen, and then picked up her own design with a very satisfied smile on her face. So, I guess she got the most satisfactory manuscript like us."

"But she doesn't seem to be very happy at the moment." Aimee said while touching her chin.

Violet sighed, "It was her partner who dragged her down."

"Partner?" When Aimee heard this, she immediately looked at the costume designer beside Yamamoto. The costume designer frowned.

She bit the top of the pencil, looked at Yamamoto carefully, and said something to Yamamoto.

The more she said, the more gloomy Yamamoto's face became. She even reached the brink of anger.

Seeing this scene, Aimee couldn't help but gloat over the misfortune, "Her partner is nothing compared to us."

Violet shrugged and said, "I know a little about her partner. She is talented. If she didn't have talent, she wouldn't be able to get to where she is today. It's just that her style doesn't match up with Yamamoto. Her clothing design style belongs to the metal punk style, while the jewelry design style of Yamamoto is noble, elegant, mature and charming. How can these two styles be well integrated?"

"It seems that Yamamoto is going to lose to me." Aimee narrowed her eyes and said jokingly.

Violet didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Well, don't say so."

"I'm joking." Aimee waved her hand, and then she turned to serious, "But seriously, if Yamamoto was really dragged down by her partner and couldn't enter the second round, it would be a pity. In that way, I won't have a chance to compete with her."

Therefore, she actually hoped that Yamamoto's partner could strive to be promoted with Yamamoto.

Because Aimee believed that she and Violet would definitely be promoted, so she also hoped that her opponent, Yamamoto, would be promoted.

Only in this way could she and Yamamoto have a good match.

"Yeah." Violet looked at Yamamoto, "The reason why Yamamoto's face is gloomy now must be that the style designed by her partner is far from what she designed. If the two don't discuss some improvements, they will definitely lose."0000000