[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

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.

"What can I do?!" Lydia said stiffly, "You are beautiful, but it's just a skin."

[The host should be stubborn, don't you like his appearance? 】

The system clicked twice, what is she talking about?I used to count on my face to marry a good husband and enjoy the life of rice worms, but now I am "just a skin".

"Of course, a good-looking skin is one in a million," Lydia sighed. "Who doesn't want a good skin? I want to too."

Who doesn't want to be beautiful, good-looking, and liked by everyone?

She dragged her cheeks, and unconsciously fell into a daze, thinking about Darcy's unusual attitude.

When did you become so unfamiliar with him?

Lydia still remembered that she really didn't pay much attention to Darcy at the beginning, but Darcy always seemed very enthusiastic because of what she wanted from her.

Could it be that Darcy returned to the real world and felt that she couldn't help him too much, so he didn't pay much attention to her?

Lydia is indeed an all-round baby in Africa, and she has mastered everything from climbing trees to fishing.

As for Darcy, although he can do some things, he is a bit clumsy because there is no systematic bonus.

Most of the time, Lydia was in the front of the two of them, and Darcy was in the back.

Lydia is a wealthy family in Africa. They often have fish and shrimps and want to eat whatever they want, but Darcy is a little worse, and usually follows Lydia.

But back in the real world, the identities of the two also dropped.

Lydia also clearly knew that her status was not worthy of this "half owner of Derbyshire".

She was just a girl with a dowry of less than two thousand pounds, and at this time Darcy was rich, rich, handsome, and an accomplished gentleman with more than one suitor.

Lydia sighed, and looked again indignant at Darcy's behaviour.

He dislikes the poor and loves the rich, how dare he do this!I thought it was a little friend, but you treat me so badly!

"System, I will go back to Africa tonight and stop mining," Lydia said unhappily, "I want him to understand what it means to respect others!"

【Good host. 】

The system slanders, the host himself doesn't know how to respect others, and he has the nerve to say "educate others", which is capitalized and ridiculous.

After speaking to the system, Lydia became sullen again.

It's not that I really like Darcy to this extent, but that now I feel that the bacon that I have marinated for a long time has not only lost its legs, but also said that the smell of smoke is too smelly.

Anyway, super upset.

The two brothers sitting across from each other looked at the cousin with joy for a while, anger for a while, sadness for a while, and irritated for a while.

It was as if she had gone insane.

"Bate, is this love?" Jackie whispered to his brother quietly, "It turns out that the love of adults is so terrible. Have you tried it?"

This expressive one is too scary, he has never seen one who can express emotions, anger, sorrow and fear in such a short time.

Bet gave his brother a white look.

What a joke, he has never been in a relationship.

Shouldn't my brother be the best at this kind of thing?

After all, he is the big boy, and he should have been in love long ago.

They looked at each other, looked at Lydia across the way, and bit their ears again.

The ever-changing expression, the anger that seems to overturn the carriage in minutes, is this the legendary word "love"?This is amazing.

The two little ones felt that it would be better for them to jump off the car earlier, after all, according to their cousin's efforts, if the car overturned, they would have to fly away.

Just as the two of them were whispering vigorously, Lydia's gloomy voice came from beside her ears.

"What are you talking about?" Lydia held one ear in one hand, watched the two children screaming, and then let go.

Seeing the exaggerated expressions of the two children, Lydia managed to hold back her laughter.

She strikes with a sense of proportion, let alone pain, she may not feel anything at all.The two children just yelled to match her.

"Let's... let's say the flowers on the side are pretty..." Jackie grinned, trying to find an excuse, "Listen to me!"

As soon as the words came out, he was stunned.

The younger brother looked at him blankly, while his cousin Lydia burst out laughing.

She ruffled her brown curls and let them go.

"Stop whispering next time," Lydia said. "I'm sitting right across from you! What do you think I can't hear?"

The two cubs glanced at each other, then lowered their heads guiltily.

Kind of silly indeed.

It didn't take long to arrive at Uncle Gardner's house.

The anxious uncle rushed forward and pulled the two little boys to look left and right. After making sure that there was no damage, he had time to look at his niece who was already regarded as "Strong".

When I saw it, I found a strange thing.

The niece seemed to have something to do with the person who sent her back, and there seemed to be a bad relationship between the two.

"I—" Darcy stretched out his hand to Lydia, obviously intending to help her get off the carriage.

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy, but no," said Lydia.

She rejected Darcy's advances as a prank, and for some reason, she actually felt a little sense of accomplishment.

Lydia straightened her hair, patted on her slightly crumpled improved clothes, and jumped straight out of the carriage.

Fortunately, she had specially brought the riding outfit improved by her family for her convenience, otherwise she would definitely not be able to get on the carriage by herself in a skirt, it was too long and she could not see clearly, and she was prone to fall.

Darcy withdrew his hand, although nothing could be seen from his usual expression, but there was indeed a flash of entanglement.

"I'll take it here, then," said Darcy, straightening himself, nodding to Uncle Gardner, and then turning to Lydia.

Lydia didn't know why, but also looked up at the past.

Darcy closed his eyes slightly, and moved his fingertips, as if he wanted to touch her.

Lydia was startled suddenly.

At the moment she was in a daze, Darcy's hand had already passed over her head, as if he had taken something away.

It turned out to be a flower that fell on her head at some unknown time.

There is a white and yellow flower between the wheat-colored fingers.

Somehow, the contrast is strong, but it is particularly eye-catching.

Darcy whispered, "I'll go first, I—"

He took another look at Lydia and swallowed the rest of his words.

Lydia felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

But fortunately, before she could open her mouth to drive people away, someone else spoke.

"Sir," his valet called to him, "it's time, and you have an appointment with Mr. Olivers..."

Yes, he still has an appointment, just to escape from this somewhat dull atmosphere.

Darcy hid his words in a bit of embarrassment, nodded to Lydia, watched her salute to him, and then got into the carriage.

Seems to have a bit of her taste.

The rickety carriage took Darcy away, and also helped Lydia, who was stunned, undo the immobilization spell.

Of course, she was not the only one who was unlocked the "embarrassing atmosphere fixation technique".

Aunt Gardner also heaved a sigh of relief, she hurried forward, took Lydia back to the house, and carefully asked her to raise her hand to check.

Fortunately, let alone the clothes were damaged, there was not even dust on them.

She let go of her mind a little, but became worried about her niece.

"Lydia, did that gentleman just see you?" She said tactfully, in order not to scare her niece who can "beat people bravely", "Teach those bastards a lesson?"

"Yes," Lydia looked at her aunt inexplicably, "Mr. Darcy said that he saw it at the very beginning."

It is estimated that she was having a good time beating someone at that time, so she didn't notice that there were people around.

As soon as Aunt Gardner heard it, she knew she had guessed right, or worse.

"That, um, Mr. Darcy," the aunt became more worried, "does he like you?"

It feels like not only like it, but also a little fear.

I'm afraid it wasn't frightened by Lydia knocking down two strong men with her bare hands.

Aunt Gardner looked at Lydia, who had a sweet face and fair skin, and then thought about the other ladies she had met.

Although she always knew that the girls in the Bennet family were not married yet, and that it was a bit difficult to marry, the reason was not that they were high-spirited and wanted to marry into a wealthy family.

Is it because of their skill?How did Mrs. Bennet bring them up, no, like this?

Looking at Mr. Darcy's thin body, even though he looks much healthier and taller than Mr. Gardner, can he take a punch from Lydia?

No wonder it went so fast.

Lydia immediately denied Aunt Gardner's opinion.

She waved her hand, begging for mercy, "It's just an acquaintance, he can't possibly like me."

Lydia changed her clothes and complained casually, "I heard him say that our family is not good a few days ago. To be honest, at most it is just acquaintance."

Still like her?Farewell, I can't afford to be provoked.

"Then I think he treats you pretty well?" Aunt joked, "He is considerate and handsome. If I know you are strong and can accept you, I don't think there is anything wrong with it."

After all, such a suitable candidate is really rare.

"He's very rich, aunt," Lydia turned around helplessly, "don't mention me, a lady with a dowry of [-] pounds can't get into his eyes."

Miss Bingley needs to be educated, well-bred, figured, and dowry. Darcy despises Miss Bingley and expects him to think that he is a poor man?Do not make jokes.

"Maybe he just likes you?" Aunt smiled, "Okay, let's not talk about him, what time did you make an appointment with the deputy editor?"

She took out a notebook, "I'll write it down, and I'll call your uncle to accompany you there tomorrow. You're not allowed to go alone this time."

"No way," Lydia waved her hand, "Beating someone hurts too much, my hands are tired, I won't hit anyone who calls me next time."

She half-truthfully shook her slightly red hand, "It hurts too much."