hello mr darcy

"Mr. Bennet, Mr. Bennet!"

Early in the morning, I heard a long-lost voice.Mr. Bennet thought it was a nightmare, so he shook his head a little bit unresponsive.

God knows how long it has been since his wife wailed over her poor nerves.After these days, Mr. Bennet almost forgot about Mrs. Bennet's noise.

"My dear wife, what happened here?" He put on his glasses and turned his head very slowly.

Under Mrs. Bennet's hands, she was still busy with a ribbon, which was looped extremely flexibly, and it became a beautiful flower.

However, the busyness in her hands did not interfere with her extremely fast speech at all.On the contrary, a series of words came down like a cannonball, baptizing poor Mr. Bennet up and down, his eyes were sleepy, and he couldn't react.

"Mr. Bennet, the postman just delivered the letter this morning." Her face was full of surprises, and Mrs. Bennet's eyes widened with excitement, "You can't even imagine it!"

"Well, what happened?" Mr. Bennet sighed, walked out of his room slowly, and came to the restaurant.

He greeted Mrs. Hill, took the just-baked bread in her hand, and took a bite: "This is so sweet!"

Following him, Mrs. Bennet, who ran out in small steps, was not in a hurry to get today's breakfast.You know, she has the warmest news in her heart, which can make her so happy that she doesn't feel hungry.

"Oh, dear Mr. Bennet. A letter from Pemberley!" She blinked her eyes, as if implying endless information and joy, and wanted to send it to her husband early.

"Mary, don't practice anymore." Unfortunately, Mr. Bennet looked nonchalant, and turned his head to greet the only daughter in his family, "Hurry up and have breakfast."

"Oh, Mr. Bennet! You really don't pity my fragile nerves!" Mrs. Bennet couldn't help rolling her eyes, "You don't pay attention to such exciting news like me, but you care about a few Don't care about bread!"

Mr. Bennet took a bite of the croissant innocently and enjoyed drinking the hot milk.After chewing and swallowing slowly, he raised his head and asked, "So, a letter came from Pemberley. Then what? What did you say?"

Mrs. Bennet has an extremely simple temperament, and a question or two like this is enough to cheer her up and keep her chattering.

There was excitement in her eyes, and even the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously: "Say, our Lydia will be back in a few days. Together with dear Mr. Darcy!"

Lydia!

Mr. Bennet's eyes lit up, and he nodded: "This is indeed good news! I feel as if I haven't seen her for a long time."

"No, Mr. Bennet! You missed the point!" Mrs. Bennet interrupted him. "The point is... Mr. Darcy will come!"

She held Mary's hand and announced with great excitement: "My lovely Lydia, I can finally get married!"

Mary still hadn't reacted a bit: "What?"

"This is such good news for her whose reputation has been greatly affected!" Mrs. Bennet had no time to answer Mary's question, and was completely immersed in her own world.

Mr. Bennet lowered his eyes and landed on the white tablecloth in front of him.This is still knitted by Lydia!

He smiled, that little girl finally got out of her knot.In this way, it is also very good.

……

After the letter was sent, Lydia began to prepare for going home.

However, before this matter, the more important thing is of course...

"bet."

When Darcy and Lydia came to the study with all their evidence and information, they both had to admit it.

Rather than looking forward to winning this playful bet, on the contrary, it seems that what he is looking forward to more is the collision with the person opposite.

"William, you arrived really early."

When Lydia opened the door and came in, she saw Mr. Darcy, who had been waiting for a long time, sitting behind the desk.

"If Georgiana hadn't been pestering you all the time, I would have been able to put forward my conditions to you at this time?" He laughed.

Lydia raised her eyebrows: "So confident?"

This matter is actually not difficult to solve.

No matter from the perspective of textiles, or Wickham, it is a very clear chain of clues.

The two wrote a name on their respective notes.

After lightly putting down the pen, Lydia raised her head and looked at the man opposite with a sweet smile: "Together?"

Darcy nodded.

The same name is written on the two same notes, either in elegant or solemn fonts.

"You think it's him too?" Lydia curled her lips.

Darcy nodded, looking at Lydia with more and more pride in his eyes.This is his Lydia, and a few letters can tell the people behind.

"Okay..." Lydia leaned back very comfortably, tilting her head, "You talk first, or me?"

Darcy nodded his head very gentlemanly, and stretched out a hand: "I think, after receiving Benjamin's letter, you have made great progress, right?"

Speaking of this matter, Lydia was actually a little proud, she raised her head slightly: "Yes."

Benjamin deserves to be the one chosen by his former boss to go undercover in his factory.

Even if you don't get much information, you can still manage things well.

"Benjamin made an excuse, saying that it was inconvenient to send the technician there directly. But he sent the problematic technique I gave him."

As Lydia said, she took out a silk scarf embroidered with exquisite patterns, and gently placed it on Darcy's desk.Blinking his eyes, he met Darcy's puzzled gaze and said with a smile, "Take a look and see if you can guess where the problem is?"

Darcy picked up the ribbon and observed it carefully.

"Where did you send someone to buy this?" Darcy raised his eyebrows. "You don't doubt that he gave this technology to others to try first?"

Lydia shook her head: "Back then, he was able to send me that usury letter before everything was fully completed. I'm afraid this person is still so confident in his bones."

Not bad.

Darcy looked over and over for a long time, but couldn't really see anything.

He looked at the complacency in the girl's eyes that could no longer be concealed, and there was a bit of doting in her eyes: "This kind of thing really looks like something he would do."

Darcy put the silk scarf on the table and asked with a smile: "Then, dear Miss Lydia, can you explain to your poor fiancé what the problem is?"

Lydia's ears are a little hot, although she has never been such a shy little girl.But I don't know why, whenever Mr. Darcy looks at himself with his deep eyes, he still talks about love in a serious manner.She couldn't help but blush all the time.

"Of course." She said, "However, you are not my fiancé! You have to get my father's approval before you can."

As if she had found a backer, Lydia relaxed a little.

Her fingers stroked the silk scarf lightly, and she had to admit the high quality of the silk thread and the exquisite pattern.

"This is really a pity." Lydia sighed, "If this person has no enmity with us, his ability is actually not completely useless."

Darcy raised his eyebrows: "But that's not the case."

Lydia nodded, raised her hands as if admitting defeat, and said with a smile: "Understood, my Mr. Darcy. I will not do such a dangerous thing as dancing on the edge of a cliff."

Darcy breathed a sigh of relief, slowly softened his back that had been stiff for a moment, and leaned back on the comfortable back of the chair.

Lydia picked up this exquisite silk scarf and took a few deep breaths.As if preparing for something that requires a lot of strength, he exerted strength with both hands.

The next moment, even the calm Mr. Darcy couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Although the silk scarf did not crack in response, the pattern on it was extremely distorted.It lost its beauty all of a sudden, and it was hard to imagine that there were such exquisite and moving patterns embroidered on it just a few minutes ago.

Mr. Darcy took a quick step forward and took Lydia's hands.I looked up and down extremely carefully, and found that there was no injury, not even a red mark, so I was relieved.

However, he still had a grim expression and said, "You should entrust me with something that requires strength, Miss Lydia."

It's rare for a man to show a bit of anger, but it's because he doesn't love her.

This surprised Lydia, but she couldn't help but feel a little warmth in her heart.

"William." She obediently raised her hands and placed them in the man's generous palms, "It doesn't take much strength, but I'm very happy that you care about me so much."

Darcy's face froze for a moment, and a suspicious blush appeared on his cheeks.

He coughed twice strongly and calmly, and then nodded very seriously: "Take care of yourself."

"Yeah!" Lydia nodded with a smile, extremely well-behaved.Blinking a pair of big eyes, looking at him with a smile.

Darcy took a few deep breaths to calm the itch in his heart.He turned his gaze to that hateful silk scarf, and it was this scarf that almost made him worry too much.

Thinking of this, even the eyes that looked at the silk scarf were not so warm.

"Actually, it was precisely because of the embroidery method that it caused great damage to this piece of silk." Lydia said decisively, interrupting this innocent one-sided stare.

Darcy turned his head, a little puzzled.

Lydia smiled:

"In other words, the quality of his products will become a big problem from now on."

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