"Dear Wickham, what are you going to say to me?"

Anne said with a smile as if she hadn't seen Wickham's serious appearance.

She held Wickham's arm and leaned her head against his shoulder, very intimate.

But Wickham was not moved by his wife's enthusiasm, but continued to say with a stern face and seriously: "Dear Lydia, there is one thing, I think I need to explain it to you!"

For the past few days, Wickham has been looking for a chance to be alone with his wife, but he didn't.

The wife pulled Elizabeth to buy and buy during the day, and at night she ran to her sister's room to organize gifts together.

She was not helping with virtuous help, but was "checking for omissions and filling in the gaps". Once she found out that she had missed something, she would go to make up for it the next day.

It was late every day, and when she returned to her room, Wickham couldn't stand it and fell asleep first.

The next day, before he got up, his wife pulled Elizabeth and ran away.

After waiting for several days, the time they were able to spend together alone was after they got into the carriage.

Wickham felt that talking in the carriage might not be the best choice.

Because once the conversation breaks down, he may teach his wife a lesson with his fists.

But the carriage was too narrow and he couldn't do it at all.

Not to mention, he had to worry that Mr. Bennett, who had been with him, would notice the movements on their side.

But Wickham couldn't wait any longer.

He was afraid that his wife would squander all the money in her hands for a few more days!

So, today, even in the carriage, he would have a good talk with his wife!

"What's the matter? Dear, tell me!"

Anne pretended to be ignorant, but still had a proud smile on her face.

"Lydia, we are already married, and I am the male owner of our family, so I should be in charge of the family's income!"

Wickham looked into Annie's eyes and said slowly.

His eyes were cold and his tone was firm, and it was obviously not a joke.

But Anne pretended not to see it and continued to smile, "Mr. Wickham, are you interested in something good again? Clothes? Shoes? or pocket watches?"

"Oh, just tell me what you want. Don't worry, I will definitely buy it for you!"

Wickham:...

Is this woman having ear problems or brain problems?

Don't you understand what he said?

What he wants is money, not a shoe, hat, pocket watch!

Also, his wife's tone also made him feel awkward.

Listening to what she said, those who don’t know think he is the little lover raised by his wife!

Go to your little lover, he is her husband and the male owner of the family.

"What? You don't want it? Oh, that's a pity. I originally wanted to go to the store there when I passed by Meiliton and buy you a gold pocket watch. If you don't like it, then forget it!"

Anne said with some regret.

"No, I mean, you should hand over your money to me!" Wickham growled in a furious manner.

"for you?"

Anne felt like she was touching a thin porcelain teacup casually, and gently held it in the palm of her hand. Then, the fine powder floated down from her palm.

Anne stretched out her hand and deliberately blew at Wickham.

Huh ~

The remaining white pieces of the palm instantly rushed towards Wickham, completely muffling his handsome face.

Wickham was stunned.

Oh my God, what did he see?

Is this witchcraft?

What a good tea cup, but my wife gently pinched it into a trash?

Wickham raised his hand with some trembling and touched the powder on his face.

Then, he picked up the teacup he used, and well, it was the same set as the one he crushed by his wife.

He looked at the teacup repeatedly, and then raised a finger and knocked it on the cup body.

The unique crisp sound of porcelain tells Wickham that it is indeed porcelain, not made of dough.

Yes, but what did your wife do?

Seeing Wickham being stunned and doubting his life, Anne did not talk nonsense and reached out to grab the cup in Wickham's hand.

Holding it in your hand, it gently pinched it, and the white powder continued to float.

"You, you-" is a witch?

Wickham was really frightened. He desperately dodged backwards, trying to distance himself from his wife.

But Anne approached him on purpose. When Wickham was hiding, she said to him almost with her face in front of her face: "Dear Mr. Wickham, what did you say just now?"

Wickham's heart was pounding. Looking at Annie's eyes, it seemed like she had seen a terrifying devil. He trembled with a trembling voice, "No, nothing!"

Ma Dan, his wife is actually a strange woman named Tyrannosaurus.

He was a young man who had been in the militia for several days, and his bones were definitely not as strong as those tea cups.

If she gets angry, she will reach out and pinch it gently... Hiss, when she thinks of the terrible scene, Wickham is so scared that she is trembling all over.

"But why did I hear you say that the money at home is to be managed by you, the male owner?" Annie deliberately prolonged her tone, and her eyes were even more shimmering with an unkind light.

"No, no, I, I have no such intention! You win the money in your family by betting. You should be in charge of it!" Wickham was so scared that his legs were weak.

Fortunately, he kept sitting, otherwise he would have collapsed on the ground.

He had a faint sense of urine. If it weren't for the remaining reason that tried his best to control it, he might have really made a fool of himself!

"That's good!"

Anne nodded with satisfaction, "But, my dear, you don't have to worry. You are my favorite husband, and I will not treat you badly!"

As he said that, Anne reached out and tried to touch Wickham's handsome face.

In the end, Wickham hurriedly dodged away.

He was afraid, he was really afraid that his wife would grab his face and then gently pinch it.

With his wife's terrifying power, he would be disfigured even if he didn't die if he was pinched by her!

Annie raised her eyebrows and her palm fell to nothing. She was not annoyed, but put her hand on his face extremely tough.

When the palm of her palm touched her soft skin, Anne felt a strong tremor.

Well, this guy is really frightened by himself.

It turns out that he is a coward who bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong. If a man cannot deal with it, he can only rely on his face to deceive women.

Wickham didn't dare to move. He wanted to hide, but there was only a little space in the car, so he really couldn't avoid it.

I could only let my wife's hands rub on his face and head.

That feeling, uh, how to say it, is like stroking a pet.

And what Anne said made Wickham feel that she was coaxing her pet: "Dear Mr. Wickham, as long as you listen to me well and be a competent lover, I will treat you well!"

It's the lover, not the husband!

Wickham, who was in great fear, even grasped the word keenly.

He couldn't tell what it felt like in his heart.

By the way, he never loved Lydia and never treated her as a wife.
Chapter completed!