hello mr darcy

Mr. Bingley nodded again and again, reflecting Darcy's eyes.He unexpectedly discovered that after a bit of funny sympathy, he secretly developed a bit of inexplicable envy.

This kind of sour mood startled him, and he was not even in the mood to tease his friends.

"Mr. Darcy, let's go first." Jane squatted down and saluted.

Darcy nodded: "OK."

Jane turned to leave, and there was a small Bentley tail behind her, walking very close.

Looking at such a situation, Darcy suddenly felt that if Lydia would call the two of them that way, he would be so happy that he would lose his composure and follow his beloved girl, right?

"We..." These two words were repeatedly chewed in Darcy's mouth.In his imagination, there was a bit of uncontrollable sweetness.

When will I be able to win the girl's trust?

And all of this, Lydia, who was already asleep, didn't know anything about it.On the contrary, she licked her lips very comfortably, sleeping sweetly!

Wait until you wake up, and then take a good hot bath.This is something that Lydia has been obsessed with since she came back to Netherfield last time.

I don't know how long she slept, but when the knock on the door sounded, Lydia had already stretched comfortably.

"Miss Lydia?" called the servant outside. "Supper is ready. Mr. Darcy and Miss Jane asked me to call you down."

In fact, if it is not for the reputation of the girl.I'm afraid that Mr. Darcy wished he could come up by himself and gently wake up the sleeping girl.

Lydia responded, packed herself up quickly, and followed the servants downstairs.After sleeping for too long, I'm afraid I can only wait for a hot bath.

"Lydia, Mary. Are you resting well?" Jane asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Darcy quickly looked up at Lydia, as if eagerly expecting her next answer.

Lydia smiled and nodded: "Of course, Jane. Your arrangement couldn't be better."

Jane smiled contentedly, still looking so gentle.But it also added a bit of stability and rigor like a mistress.

Lydia looked at Jane now, and couldn't help feeling happy for her.To be honest, the reason why I had to have a good talk with Jane all night before leaving was also because her sister had such a good temper.It's so soft that people don't want to part with it, and it's even more worrying.

Now, Jane can be considered as independent.Even if they marry Mr. Bingley in the future, the Bennet family can finally relax.

Dinner at Netherfield was very good, the steak well cooked.

Of course, for Lydia, the heat here is finally a bit familiar.

"Jenny, this is really delicious!" Mary took a big bite of the beef and praised very generously.

Jane smiled: "Speaking of it, I really have to thank Lydia. She made porridge here for me once. It inspired the chefs here to make it so delicious. Said Get up, we now occasionally drink rice porridge in the morning."

Lydia joked with a smile: "It must be much more delicious than what I made at the beginning."

"No, Miss Lydia." Darcy said suddenly, with a very serious face, "No, Miss Lydia. They didn't do as well as you."

Everyone couldn't help but have weird eyes, and they went back and forth between Darcy and Lydia several times.Apart from Bentley who already knew the inside story, Jane also had some guesses in her heart.

It is estimated that Mary is the only one at the dinner table, eating the steak with peace of mind, completely ignoring the gossip that she just missed.

Lydia's ears became warm, and she smiled: "Mr. Darcy, if you say that, I'm afraid I will become so proud and lawless! If I casually enter the kitchen again, I'm afraid Mr. Bingley will cry out with regret. Woolen cloth!"

"How come?" Bentley waved his hand quickly, "That would be Netherfield's honor."

Jane smoothed things over, and saved Lydia with a smile: "Speaking of which, at the beginning, Lydia almost burned down Dad's kitchen several times!"

"Really?" Bentley couldn't believe it.

Jane nodded, with a bit of melancholy in her smile: "If it wasn't for later, she would always have strange ideas and make them delicious. I am afraid that Dad would not dare to risk his precious kitchen anymore. "

Lydia smiled and apologized.

"Really, Miss Lydia!" It was the first time for Bingley to hear such a process, and it was quite different from the smooth sailing he had imagined before.

Darcy thought of the failed pots he had tasted, the kind of rice porridge with a bit of a paste taste, the taste seemed to still linger in his mind.Listening to Jane's narration like this, it seems to see the girl flustered in the kitchen, but unwilling to admit defeat.In the bottom of my heart, I couldn't help softening up.

"It's always good to try more." Darcy looked at Lydia with a smile, "Really, Miss Lydia."

Lydia was suddenly called, and she was taken aback for a moment. When she looked up at Darcy, she fell into his affectionate eyes.

After reacting for a while, he answered, "Yes, of course."

With such a topic, Lydia would not be truly let go until the dinner was over.

Several people found their own places and sat in the living room.

Mary has already read half a book by candlelight.Even Lydia couldn't help but respect the way she read it carefully.

It's really unusual to read a philosophy book so seriously...

Lydia nodded secretly in her heart: Great, classmate Mary!It's hard to come by!

"Miss Lydia." Darcy came over and stood behind the sofa, looking at the brochure in her hand, "Do you have any ideas?"

Lydia lowered her head, looked at the information sheet in her hand, pursed her lips, and nodded: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, she pointed to a name on it: "Do you know him?"

Darcy got closer and saw the strokes on the paper clearly, with a bit of confusion in his eyes, obviously in his own memory, he didn't think much of this unfamiliar person.

"Mr. White?" Darcy shook his head, "I haven't seen him in person."

He looked at Lydia: "Why, do you have any ideas about the factory he manages?"

Lydia shook her head: "No, I'm a little interested in a factory he traded with."

She looked up: "Mr. Darcy, can you write me a letter?"

I'm afraid even she didn't realize how cute and itchy her tone was when she asked.

Darcy, who was closest to her, could not help bearing most of the shock.For a moment, he froze in place, and it took him a while to react.

"Of course." Everything can be done for you, my girl.

For the second half of the sentence, Darcy just went back and forth in his mind for a long time, but he didn't say it.

However, he quickly walked to the desk, immediately picked up the pen, and started writing.

The communication in this era, whether it is ordinary words or business matters, is mostly completed under such strokes.

Mr. Darcy's movements were fast, and the brush strokes moved on the letter paper like flowing clouds and flowing water. The sun shone on his face, making his face more and more three-dimensional.

Lydia sat aside, supported her head, and looked at the list that Mr. Darcy had just given her very quietly.

The textile factory is just a little north of Mr. Darcy's southern plantation.It is very close to the place where cotton is produced, which is an ideal location.

From raw material production, to processing, to final transportation and sales.Mr. Darcy put them neatly in a line.

Even Lydia couldn't help but praise.

That is to say, only those who can own half of Pemberley can have such wealth to buy properties.

She looked up, intending to commend Mr. Darcy for his foresight.But when he saw Darcy writing the letter seriously, the words of praise stuck in his throat instantly.

Lydia looked at the man in front of her in a daze, and couldn't help pursing her lips.

It has to be admitted that Mr. Darcy did have a good looks.Seriously, it turned this indescribable seriousness into more blessings.

Lydia: Forgive me, I'm really not a nympho...

Pure handsomeness will be loved by everyone.Even if only as a gratifying appreciation.

The girl's gaze is not really a cover-up, let alone someone like Darcy who pays close attention to Lydia all the time.

The strength of his hand holding the pen increased involuntarily, and he didn't know how to proceed with the letter that had already been drafted.My mind was a little chaotic, and the language was floating in front of my eyes, and it was all kind of nonsense that I didn't know what to say.

Darcy smiled bitterly and said to herself: Look, this is the power she can bring to you.

It was like, the heart that had been quiet for half a lifetime suddenly had the power to beat.And this power is still increasing involuntarily, becoming emotionally surging, and is not under the control of his master.

Darcy closed his eyes slightly and let out a long breath of relief.It was only when he calmed down that he didn't know where the anxiety arose in his heart, and he explained the matter clearly in a few words.

After sealing the envelope, Darcy found that this was probably the most concise letter he had ever written.

The subordinate who received the letter shivered in the cold wind: Could it be that Mr. Darcy is dissatisfied, why doesn't he even have a single extra word?

Seeing Mr. Darcy hastily make it out, ordering the letter to be sent away.

Lydia lowered her eyes slightly:

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy."

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Darcy (smiling uncontrollably): I finally have more shots!

Bentley: Hahaha, I'm getting married!

Darcy, who has not yet successfully proposed, suppressed her smile and looked coldly sideways: ...