[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Then they were pressed on the back by Lydia and turned around.

"Don't worry, Aunt," Lydia said with a smile on her face, "We'll be back soon, I promise we won't go too far."

Facts have proved that what is said is what.

Because the two little fools took the wrong road and wanted to take a shortcut to go home, they got into a narrow alley after a big purchase.

What's even worse is that there are not only two grown, strong, and menacing men inside, but also two young men holding a bunch of small things for Er's two boys, completely unable to free their hands.

Seeing such a troublesome guy blocking the intersection, the little guys almost trembled their legs.

Jackie not only regretted why he was so firm in rejecting his mother's idea of ​​bringing servants, but also felt that it was hard to say whether he could go back alive this time.

He put the things back and stood in front of his beautiful cousin.

Jackie's voice was trembling, "My father is, it's Abel Gardner, let us go, and we will pay you a lot of money."

Bet, who had hoped for his brother, covered his face.

Doesn't this tell the gangster that he has money at home?

Hearing this, the eyes of the two tattooed and inch-headed men looked at them brighter, more vicious, and more disgusting.It was the way a vagrant in a slum looks at money.

If at first he was only interested in this pretty little girl, then now he is interested in the money in the mouth of this brat.

"Oh, brat," the burly man on the left puffed out his muscles, and seemed to look straight through Jackley at the girl behind him, "Then how much will your father pay for your sister's ransom?"

He leaned over with a smirk, trying to pull the little kid away.

"Let me go first," he already felt quite naturally that the three siblings belonged to them, "don't you like little boys? Just don't play to death."

He pouted, "Two, take a breath, let's exchange them for ransom."

Jackie gritted his teeth, stood in front of his sister, and kept begging for someone passing by to save them.

The younger brother next to him leaned against the wall, thinking about countermeasures.

Got it!

"Our father knows Detective Rex. If you continue like this, he will definitely put you in jail! On the contrary, if you act as if you have never seen us, we will act as if you have never seen you. Tat for one How about it?"

The man who looked like the big brother really hesitated.

Inspector Rex is indeed a bit tricky for them, not to mention that they have just come out of prison, and if they are caught again, it will be quite a headache.

He looked at the brothers beside him, then at the little boy who couldn't reach his waist, and hesitated in thought.

"Don't listen to this boy, brother," another person said. "These gentlemen are out of their minds! When they get back, they will definitely tell the police about this, so why don't they just keep doing it and give him—"

He made a gesture.

Brother thought about it, and it was indeed so.

"Go to the back and find two ropes, I'll clean them up first," he ordered, and walked towards the two of them again.

They didn't think there was anything special about these two half-haired boys, let alone knock them down.

As for Lydia, who has been shrinking back, shivering, and looks like a little white lotus trembling in the wind, let alone fighting, it's not in their consideration at all.

The lady of the upper class has always been timid and cowardly. After playing a few times, she is almost cowardly.

When encountering this kind of thing, it's good not to faint, not to mention the smell of smelling salts that I carry with me, tsk, it's within reach.

He casually reached out to grab it, intending to casually turn away the kid in front of him.

But when he really pulled the wrist, he felt that something was wrong.

Looking along, it was a hand that was too slender and soft, and it didn't look like a little boy's hand.

Yo, why, in order to save yourself from suffering, did you come to your door?

"Beauty, can't wait?" The burly man looked at Lydia frivolously, "I will treat you ladies from a classy family well, let you feel—ah!"

He flinched in pain.

Lydia didn't wait for him to say any more obscenities, and directly grabbed the strong man's wrist with her backhand, and made a backhand force.

There was only a click, and she broke it directly!

Jack, who was waiting for the pain to hit, opened his eyes blankly, and found that not only did the gangster he thought not come this way, but he was also knocked down by his cousin with one hand.

His eyes widened.

Is this the country lady?I heard that Uncle Bennet's family has pigs...

Jackie imagined his cousin running happily in the fields with the pig on his shoulders, the pig howling, and the cousin laughing loudly.

Hiss - a little scary.

He covered his eyes, and was poked by the helpless younger brother beside him, but he didn't react.

The strong man who was knocked down by a punch came over with gritted teeth, his face twisted, "Okay, hiss, it's very good——"

Before he could say any more harsh words, Lydia picked up the scattered bricks and threw them up and down.

"Come on," Lydia challenged, "Hurry up, weakling."

She made a provocative gesture towards the strong man, and regained some of her happiness in Africa.

Lydia felt a joy she had not felt for a long time, which she had never felt since she left Africa.

Of course, she easily caught the angry big man who was rushing over, threw her back, and hit him hard, beautifully giving him a bloody head.

The process of beating the weak chicken was so enjoyable, Lydia completely ignored the horrified eyes of the two cousins ​​beside her, immersed in the mood of venting force.

It seems that it is good to go out to relax once in a while.

The obsessed Lydia didn't hear someone approaching quietly, and had been watching for a long time.

Humming a little tune, she bound them with a rope she found on another bastard.

Oh, of course, she didn't touch it. Both younger brothers are there. How could she, a lady, do it?

"Sister," Jackley winked desperately at Lydia, "Sister, wait."

"What's wrong?" Lydia put down the rope in her hand and looked up.

Unexpectedly, it ran into a pair of deep eyes.

She was dazzled by these really sentimental eyes, and completely forgot who she was and where she was.

When she came to her senses, she realized that she was still holding two gangsters by the hand.

And those eyes are really familiar, and the owner of the eyes is so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar.

Oh, how can I meet him everywhere.

Lydia leaned against the wall extremely skillfully, waiting for Darcy to come and take the two guys away.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't see him move, but the two cousins ​​took the rope awkwardly.

It would be rude enough for a cousin to beat up a stranger in front of a gentleman, not to mention that the gentleman seemed to be quite well-to-do.

If news spread that they failed to protect their cousin and were protected by her in turn, my sister's reputation would be completely ruined.

The two little ones sighed melancholy, and only hoped that the gentleman would force his eyes. It was they who beat him up, and it had nothing to do with his sister.

After waiting for a long time, Darcy still didn't respond, Lydia was a little unhappy.

She glared at him angrily, and Darcy made a sudden movement, stepped forward as if awakened, took the rope, and ordered the following servants to take the two bastards to the police station.

During this period, he didn't say a word, and it seemed that he couldn't speak anymore.

Lydia frowned. Why, you didn't know her when you left Africa?

"Mr. Darcy," she raised her foot to his side and looked straight at him, "Why are you here?"

After the two boys straightened their clothes, they were a little surprised that their cousin actually knew a passerby.

This is really... what a coincidence.

Since they are acquaintances, they probably wouldn't say anything.

Lydia doesn't know that her cousin is thinking about her reputation.

She stared at Darcy as if trying to read something in his face.

Whether it's the dirty sewer, or the factory not far away with billowing smoke, it doesn't suit Darcy very well.

If Lydia hadn't come here with the two little bastards, she might not have known that there is such a dirty place in London.

So why is he here?Did he fall in love with a beautiful girl from the slums?

Darcy rolled his Adam's apple and pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but also seemed to be enduring something.

He whispered, "I have a factory on the side."

Oh, it turned out to be for inspection.

Lydia was relieved for some reason.

She brushed away the bangs that were wet with sweat from beating someone, looked around and saw that there were no strangers around, and said to Darcy quite familiarly, "When did you arrive?"

How long has this guy been watching?Didn't it come from the very beginning?

Darcy lowered his eyes, "They began to speak rudely."

So right from the start? ? ?

Lydia blinked her slender eyelashes unhappily, and gave Darcy a white look, "Then your reaction is really slow."

Jackley and Bate looked at each other, why did you feel that the atmosphere was a little bit wrong?

"Take my carriage, I'll take you home," he looked at Lydia with deep eyes.

For some reason, looking at Darcy's eyes like this, Lydia couldn't say a word of rejection.

She raised her white-gloved hand awkwardly, and put it on Darcy's outstretched hand.

When Lydia lowered her head, she happened to find that Darcy's gloves today were dark leather gloves. The black and white effect was too obvious, and it seemed that her hands had become petite.

This made her heart skip a beat.

Oops.

Lydia had a bad intuition, she got into the carriage with a little help, and sat upright, no longer looking around.

Then the two cousins ​​told Darcy the address, and one by one got into the carriage, and sat opposite Lydia.

After waiting for a while, Darcy did not come up, but the carriage moved instead.

Lydia frowned and raised the curtain, looking out.

Darcy was riding a horse in front, with a tall and straight figure, leisurely and natural, showing a wanton and casual nature.

The black windbreaker hangs down on the sides, and a bit of willfulness can be seen from the back, but it really doesn't match his strict style of work.

As if sensing her gaze, Darcy turned around and met Lydia's gaze.

Lydia turned her head sharply and retreated into the carriage.

Looking at the curious eyes of the two younger brothers, she rewarded each of them with a chestnut.

The two of them covered their foreheads in pain, and Lydia said slowly, "Don't ask what you shouldn't. Curiosity killed the cat."

After the two cousins ​​on the opposite side finally stopped surrounding her asking if she had anything, Lydia leaned against the wall of the carriage, a little out of breath.

The pulse was a little excited, and Lydia's face slowly turned red.

Oops, her heart seems to be beating a little fast.

【What, host, can you do it again? 】

The system yawned.