"What are you going to tell me, dear Wickham?"

Anne said with a grin as if she didn't see Wickham's serious look.

She took Wickham by the arm and rested her head on his shoulder, very affectionate.

Wickham was not moved by his wife's enthusiasm, but continued to keep a straight face and said seriously: "Dear Lydia, there is one thing, I think I need to make it clear to you!"

In the past few days, Wickham has been looking for an opportunity to be alone with his wife, but he has not.

The wife dragged Elizabeth to buy and buy during the day, and at night she also ran to her sister's room to sort out the gifts together.

She is not virtuous to help clean up, but to "check and fill in the gaps", once she finds that she has something missing, she will run to make up for it the next day.

Every day until late at night, when she returned to her room, Wickham couldn't stay up and fell asleep first.

The next day, before he could get up, his wife dragged Elizabeth and disappeared.

After waiting for several days, the time when the two of them were able to be alone was actually after getting into the carriage.

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

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

But the carriage was too cramped, and he couldn't use it at all.

Not to mention, he also had to worry that Mr. Bennet, who was traveling all the way, would find out about their side of the movement.

However, Wickham couldn't wait.

He was afraid that if he delayed for a few more days, his wife would squander all the money in her hand!

So, today, even in the carriage, he has a good talk to his wife!

"What's the matter, my dear, tell me quickly!"

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

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

Wickham looked into Anne's eyes and said slowly.

His eyes were cold, his tone was firm, and it was clear that he was not joking.

Anne pretended not to see it, and continued to smile, "Mr. Wickham, do you have any good things in your eyes again?

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

Wickham: ......

Does this woman have a problem with her ears or a problem with her brain?

Can't understand what he says?

He wants money, not shoes, hats, and pocket watches!

Also, his wife's tone also made him listen very awkwardly.

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

your little lover, he is her husband and the head of the family.

"What? You don't want it? Oh, that's a shame. Originally, I wanted to go to the shop there and buy you a gold pocket watch when I passed by Meliton. If you don't like it, forget it!"

Anne said with some regret.

"No, I mean, you should give me your money!" Wykeham growled in a bit of annoyance.

"To you?"

Anne casually picked up a fine porcelain teacup and gently held it in the palm of her hand, and then the fine powder drifted down from her palm.

Anne stretched out her hand and deliberately blew at Wickham.

Call~

The remaining white scraps in his palm instantly pounced on Wickham, completely blurring his handsome face.

Wickham froze.

Oh my God, what did he, what did he see?

Is this witchcraft?

A good teacup, but it was gently pinched into scum by his wife?

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

Then he picked up the teacup he was using, well, the same one that his wife had crushed.

He looked at the teacup repeatedly, and bent a finger to tap on the cup.

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

But what did the wife do?

Seeing that Wickham was stunned and suspicious of life, Anne didn't talk nonsense, and directly reached out and took the cup in Wickham's hand.

Holding it in his hand, he pinched it lightly, and the white powder continued to flutter.

"Y-you-" Is it a witch?

Wickham was so frightened that he ducked back desperately, trying to distance himself from his wife.

Anne deliberately approached him, and when Wickham could not hide, she said to him almost face to face: "Dear Mr. Wickham, what did you just say?"

Wickham's heart was pounding, and looking at Anne's gaze, it was more like seeing a terrible devil, and he trembled and said, "No, nothing!"

Ma Dan, his wife is actually a strange female tyrannosaurus.

He has a little white face that has been in the militia for a few days, and his bones are definitely not as strong as those teacups.

If she provokes her, she will reach out and pinch it gently...... Lookham's fear trembled at the thought of that terrible sight.

"But how did I hear you say that you, the man, should be in charge of the family's money?" Anne deliberately dragged out her tone, and her eyes flashed with unkindness.

"No, no, I, I don't mean that! The family, the family's money, you win by gambling, and you should be in charge!" Wickham was frightened and his legs went limp.

Fortunately, he had been sitting, otherwise, it is estimated that he would have collapsed on the ground.

He has a faint urge to urinate, if it weren't for the remnants of reason to control it, he might really be ugly!

"That's good!"

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

As she spoke, Anne reached out and tried to caress Wickham's handsome face.

As a result, Wickham hurriedly dodged away.

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

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

Anne raised her eyebrows, her palm was empty, she was not annoyed, but put her hand on his face extremely strongly.

The palm touched the soft skin, but Anne felt a strong tremor.

Well, this guy was really scared of himself.

Sure enough, he is a coward who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard, and he can't deal with the man, so he can only rely on a face to coax the woman.

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

He could only let his wife's hands rub against his face and the top of his head.

It feels, uh, how to put it, like, like petting 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 obediently and be a competent lover, I will definitely treat you well!"

It's a lover, not a husband!

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

He couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

In other words, he has never loved Lydia and has never treated her as a wife.

But when "Lydia" also treats others with an attitude of "game life", he has an inexplicable anger and helplessness!