[Zhongyingmei] Good men are to be robbed!

Although Casablanca has ambitions to travel around the world, she is actually a house girl.Holding this travel note for half a day and fantasizing for half a day, a day passed like this.It's too simple!

As soon as Brandon arrived in London, he first visited his friends, and at the same time asked the news to find out if Mr. Darcy would come to London.After he finished his work outside, he realized that the little guy who had been worrying about getting bored should not be too happy at home.

"I still remember that Mrs. Jennings I mentioned to you. I will take you to visit her after dinner." Brandon deeply felt that if she didn't take this kitten out to bask in the sun, she would probably change in no time. Become a mold ball!

Casablanca remembered Brandon saying that Mrs. Jennings was a very hospitable person.As soon as she entered the door, a girl shouted excitedly "It's Willoughby" and was about to pounce on her but stopped urgently, and then walked out of the room in a daze, Casablanca had deep doubts about this.

"I'm very sorry, Marianne is not feeling well recently, and she is depressed. Please forgive me." Seeing Colonel Brandon, Eleanor felt extremely sorry and embarrassed at the same time.

Is this what it looks like to be depressed?Brandon completely understood the doubts of the pair of cat pupils who stared round in surprise.He patted Casablanca's hand nonchalantly, and said politely: "Hello, I'm very glad to meet you in London, Miss Dashwood, this is Miss White. Casablanca, this is Miss Eleanor Dashwood, The one just now was her sister." Brandon turned sideways to introduce them.

"Hi, Miss Dashwood." Casablanca showed a standard social smile and curtseyed.

"Hello, Miss White." Eleanor replied, she had actually noticed this lady just now, and originally guessed if she was the adopted daughter of Colonel Brandon in the legend, but now she knew it was not after the introduction, although she was a little confused. relationship, but she, who has always been sensible, restrained her curiosity.

"Is Mrs. Jennings there?" Brandon had a good impression of Miss Dashwood, but seeing her uneasy expression and her occasional glances at the room, he also knew that she was worried about Marianne.If it was the past, he would still care a few words, but now his mind is more on Casablanca beside him.

"She's busy in the room..." Eleanor's words were interrupted by Mrs. Jennings' cheerful shout, "I'm so glad to see you! I've been busy with housework, you I know that although I have been away for a long time, I have a maid to take care of it, but there are still many things that need to be done by myself. Hey!" Jennings talked to himself, and then saw Casablanca next to Brandon, and her eyes lit up instantly When I got up, the whole person was very excited, "Miss, I'm so sorry, I'm so rude! Colonel Brandon, you have to give me a good introduction, where does such a beautiful lady come from!"

"Casablanca White." Brandon only said her name briefly, and then sincerely said to Mrs. Jennings, "Actually, I came to the door this time because I need to ask you something, can we talk alone?"

"Of course." Mrs. Jennings glanced at Brandon in surprise, agreed immediately, and asked Eleanor to treat the new beautiful lady well.

"Drink some black tea." After all, Eleanor was the eldest daughter. She helped her mother with housework since she was a child. She quickly calmed down and asked Casablanca to sit down in an orderly manner, and then poured her a cup of tea.

"Thank you." Casablanca took a sip from the cup from time to time, and the two chatted indifferently, but they both felt very boring.

In a moment Brandon and Mrs. Jennings were back in the drawing room.When Mrs. Jennings saw Casablanca again, she greeted her very warmly, shook her hand, and talked to her kindly.I don't know if she was so enthusiastic in the first place, or because she was entrusted by Colonel Brandon, but in any case, Casablanca's flattered sympathy was a little too much for her.She winked to Brandon several times for help, but he sat aside with a smile and was optimistic.

Until Marian returned to the living room again, she had a sullen face, sometimes sad and sometimes anxious, making the atmosphere of the living room extremely awkward.

Colonel Brandon rejected Mrs. Jennings' repeated attempts to keep him, and left Casablanca early.

After that, Brandon often took Casablanca to visit Mrs. Jennings.As expected, Mrs. Jennings welcomed Casablanca very much. She even warmly invited Casablanca to live in her house, but Brandon politely refused.After getting acquainted with Mrs. Jennings in Casablanca, Brandon let her go to visit alone, and he started to get busy again.

One evening, Casablanca was engrossed in a book in the living room when the door slammed shut, startling her.

Brandon didn't come back early that day, and it was already past dinner time. His face was gloomy and embarrassing, and the long black umbrella in his hand was dripping with water, and it was puddled on the ground.

"What happened?" After closing the book, Casablanca got up and approached him. Brandon was half wet, and his whole body exuded a cold breath.She looked at him worriedly, and took the initiative to take off his wet long windbreaker.

The girl's warm breath brought Brandon back to his senses. He lowered his head and quietly looked at the girl who only reached his chest, his glazed eyes filled with deep worry.Subconsciously, Brandon reached out and hugged Casablanca, completely engulfing her petite body in his arms.

The sudden hug made Casablanca's body slightly stiff. She was a little helpless. She didn't know whether she was frightened or something. She stood stupidly and let the man hug her tightly, motionless.

The petite and soft body exuded a faint warmth, but at this moment, this gentleness dispelled the cold air covering his body and warmed his whole heart.An idea came to Brandon's mind, he wanted to keep the girl in his arms forever.

How long the hug lasted, neither of them knew.Brandon felt short, Casablanca felt long.

"You, are you okay?" Withdrew from the embrace, Casabraca blushed and murmured.

"I encountered something that made me hesitate." Brandon said along the way, he took Casablanca's hand quite forcefully and walked to sit by the fireplace, with a hint of melancholy on his brows.

He may be in a bad mood and needs comfort. Colonel Brandon is a good man!Trying to knead the previous ambiguous embarrassment into a ball and throw it into the corner, Casablanca straightened her waist and said with serious concern: "You can talk to me, maybe I can give you an idea."

Brandon glanced at the pretentious kitten, not only intending to get closer, but it was indeed this matter that made him hesitant.

"I have an adopted daughter," Brandon said very dryly at the first sentence, his dark brown eyes looked at Casablanca with a serious face, and his mouth was extremely bitter, "Some time ago, her caretaker told Me, she left the girls' school a year ago, and I can't find her anymore. I asked a friend to find out her whereabouts, only to find that she was pregnant and about to give birth. But the person who abducted her ran away. Now, I have found this man, but I heard that he seems to be engaged to a lady I know well. I can't think of a way to get the best of both worlds, neither my adopted daughter's suffering nor the unknowing lady's Reputation has been damaged."

After speaking briefly about his troubles in one breath, Brandon carefully observed Casablanca's expression, for fear of seeing a trace of contempt on that lovely and vivid face.

"This is unbelievable!" Casablanca felt that the plot was full of ups and downs enough to write a novel, but she had no other ideas, and instead asked, "That man must be handsome, eloquent, and likable! Without waiting for Brandon to answer, she continued, "How much property does he have?"

Brandon was caught off guard by this question, but he answered after thinking for a while: "He doesn't have any assets of his own, but he has a relationship with an old lady, who is regarded as an heir by the old lady, and will inherit her property in the future." property, that is enough property to make him live affluently."

"What kind of person is that old lady?" Casablanca asked.

"This, I don't know, I heard it's a stuffy old lady." Brandon shook his head.

"Go and investigate the old lady's conduct. If possible, use her to pressure her to let that person marry your adopted daughter. Of course, this is just my suggestion." Casablanca's method was simple, rude, and very direct.

"He's not a good marriage partner." Brandon frowned.

Casablanca gave him a very strange look, and nodded to agree with him: "But, didn't you say that your adopted daughter is already pregnant with his child?"

A girl who is pregnant before marriage and has no family status, in the UK, unless she marries to the bottom, she can only die alone.

Brandon was silent for a while: "But, it's too cruel for another girl, isn't it?"

"She should thank you for helping her recognize this person's face, otherwise, she might be deceived again. Such a person rarely has true feelings." Casablanca thinks that Brandon is too kind, but if not In this way, he would not continue to take care of her after he kindly saved her.

Brandon couldn't make up his mind for a while, and Casablanca didn't persuade her much. She was a little sleepy, covered her mouth and yawned a little, said good night to Brandon, and went up to rest.This kind of thing still has to be figured out by yourself, and other people's opinions can only be used as a reference.

But the facts ultimately proved that Casablanca's statement was correct.Brandon heard different people talking about Willoughby and Marianne's engagement in the next two days, and they spoke with certainty.He deliberately went to ask Eleanor, who has always been reliable, but got an answer that the family didn't know. This made him even more suspicious that this was another trick by Willoughby, and he also made up his mind to go to Eleanor. .

And another storm is quietly brewing.