[Zhongyingmei] Good men are to be robbed!

Brandon soon paid a formal visit to Mrs. Jennings with Casablanca, and they were warmly welcomed by Mrs. Jennings and Sir John.

"Brandon, I'm really surprised. What are you going to do for the wedding?" Sir John genuinely cared about Brandon.He had inquired about Casablanca's life experience privately from his mother-in-law, a noble lady in distress.Although he was worried that this young lady might not be able to provide any dowry, but after meeting her, he felt really lucky for his friend to find such a good girl.The small shortcomings of the external things can be completely ignored, anyway, Brandon's assets are enough for them to live a lot.

"That can only be decided after going to Derbyshire to ask her sister and brother-in-law's opinion." Brandon smiled, and anyone could see his joy, "You should have heard of her brother-in-law, Mr. Darcy of Pemberley. "

"That's a fine young man," said Sir John.

At this time, another guest entered the living room.Brandon and Casablanca had never met him before. Sir John introduced him in a low voice: "This is Mr. Dashwood, Miss Dashwood's brother."

The gentleman came in with a startling announcement.Edward Ferrars was cast out and disinherited!This made several ladies present feel aggrieved for Edward!What's wrong with pursuing love?Poor young man!

When several people expressed their indignation one after another, only Casablanca was holding a teacup, sitting obediently beside Brandon and drinking tea.Her expression didn't fluctuate at all, as if she wasn't affected by the atmosphere in front of her at all.

At home the maid brought a letter from Pemberley.Colonel Brandon had already contacted Darcy, so Ruth was not surprised to know her location in Casablanca. What really surprised her was that the sender of this letter was Mr. Darcy!She quickly opened the letter and read it quickly.

"God!" Casablanca almost fainted, she couldn't help exclaiming, "This is simply ridiculous!"

Brandon took the letter and read it hastily. He pursed his lips and said to her, "Let's pack up and go to Derbyshire tomorrow."

Casablanca was in a state of confusion, she slumped on the sofa, tears streaming down her face, "She ran away alone! Doesn't she know how dangerous it is? Conviraria, my poor little sister, no, I want Stay here, Mr. Darcy said she was entrusted to a Mr. Butler, I have to find her! Sister Lutesi, where the hell are you! God!"

"Don't be sad, I'll send someone to inquire about Conviraria immediately." Brandon was also speechless to the capricious lady. While putting on his windbreaker, he comforted Casablanca, "Don't think too much, stay at home Wait, I'll go find out now."

Things have come to this, and Casablanca, who has no other choice but to wait, can only pin all her hopes on Brandon.How can it be so easy to find someone in this huge London?But she still harbored such a faint hope in her heart.

This search lasted for five or six days, and Casablanca became more and more haggard, which also made Brandon very anxious.He had already decided to wait two more days, and if there was no news, he would go to Pemberley.

It was rare for Brandon to come back early that night.Contrary to the gloomy mood before, his face was somewhat relaxed.

"Casablanca, I brought you someone back." As soon as he entered the living room, he went straight to Casablanca who was crying secretly on the sofa. He reached out and touched her face, wiping away the tears for her. His voice was soft, "You'll be glad to see her."

"Is it Conviraria?" Casablanca's beautiful eyes raised a glimmer of hope, and she turned her head excitedly to look at the door.

A person who came in was covered by a dark purple cloak. She raised her hand and lifted the hat, revealing golden curly curls and a pair of blue eyes.Her eyes were full of affection and longing: "Casablanca, I'm back!"

"Sister Lutes!" Casablanca rushed over excitedly, she hugged her sister's neck tightly and buried her head in her neck, sobbing, "Sister, Conviraria is gone, I can't find it, sorry !"

Lutesi patted her on the back gently, with a peaceful expression: "You are doing very well, baby, you are doing very well. Conviraria went to the United States, and my sister has met her once, so you don't have to worry." Lutesi disappeared. When she found Conviraria, the ship she was on had already left the port, and the sisters were looking at each other across the sea.

"That's good." Casablanca had a natural trust in Lutes, she wiped away her tears, a little embarrassed, as if crying like a child in front of her sister.After leaving Lutesi's embrace, she noticed that there was another person in the room. He was tall, with a mask covering half of his face, which looked quite mysterious, and he exuded a powerful aura.

"This is Eric, my fiancé." Lutesi introduced to her sister, and she pulled Casablanca to sit on the sofa, "My sister will not leave again this time, and you don't have to worry. Look at you, your eyes are If you are swollen, rest early and nourish your spirit."

After coaxing Casablanca to go to bed, Lutesi said to Brandon: "Thank you very much for your help to my sister. Seeing that she is safe and well, I really can't express how grateful I am. "She already knew the process of their acquaintance, which made Lutes terrified.

"I'm very glad that I met Casablanca. This may be fate." Lutesi already knew that the two were engaged. She was silent for a while, and then glanced at Eric who was sitting beside him.

Eric held her hand tightly, and his voice was particularly beautiful, as if singing: "In the next few days, Miss Casablanca will ask you to take care of her. We still have some small troubles to solve."

"It's an honor!" Based on the intuition honed over the years on the battlefield, Brandon was instinctively very wary of Eric, who was a very dangerous person.But they were brothers-in-law no matter what, which made him restrain his emotions.

Lutes left London the next day.Although this made Casablanca a little bit disappointed, the return of the elder sister obviously made her spirit much better.

"See that you are in good spirits. It seems that we will not miss the group trip next month." Brandon was in a good mood and poured her a cup of black tea.

"And Mrs. Jennings? Where is the destination?" Casablanca asked.

"Cleveland, not far from Barton, the Palmer couple's house is there." Brandon replied, "The scenery there is nice, and the Dashwood sisters will also go. You young girls are not the favorite to play together."

Casablanca couldn't help giving him a blank look, squeezed her throat deliberately, and said mockingly: "Young girls? Mr. Brandon really knows young girls!"

Brandon couldn't help but flicked her on the forehead, smiling helplessly: "You have been bored at home, and no one talked with you, I thought you would like someone to accompany you."

"Then why don't you invite Miss Lucy Steele over, I think she's very interesting." Casablanca propped up her arms, leaning forward, her eyes were bubbly.

"Honey, I'd be happy to grant your wish. I think you'll meet her in Delaford soon, in the name of Mrs. Ferrars." Brandon kissed her on the right cheek and pulled her to sit Beside me, "I invited Mr. Edward to be the pastor of Delaford Diocese. Since you like Miss Lucy, you can meet often in the future."

"I'm only interested in Miss Lucy Steele, not Mrs. Ferrars." Casablanca shook her index finger, looking cute and delicate.

Brandon was obviously confused: "Don't you like Mr. Edward Ferrars?"

"Honey, I don't think you'd like me to like any man but you." She blinked, her tone mischievous.

Brandon couldn't laugh or cry, and didn't continue this topic anymore.

It only takes two days from London to Cleveland, and it's still not in a hurry.

Cleveland is a very spacious modern villa situated on a lush lawn.There is no garden, and the whole house is surrounded by dense layers of fir, rowan and acacia.

The cold in the UK in April has faded, and the air is humid and comfortable with coolness.Casablanca was carefully escorted out of the car by Brandon.

"Hey, Colonel Brandon, you treat dear Miss Casablanca like delicate and fragile glass. It's such a rare privilege to see your tender side!" Mrs. Jennings would not miss any jokes. She teased her many times along the way.Casablanca has become much calmer from the embarrassment at the beginning.But in comparison, the Dashwood sisters seemed a bit uncomfortable.

Eleanor still can't let go of Edward, not to mention Marianne, the sweetness of others will only stimulate her to think of her own unfortunate love.

Not a few days after everyone arrived in Cleveland, it started to rain continuously. The people whose tour plan was interrupted could only stay and chat in the living room.

"Have you seen Marianne?" Eleanor suddenly broke into the living room, sweating on her forehead, and asked shortly, "I searched all over the study and bedroom, but I didn't see her!"

Several people look at me, I look at you, Mrs. Palmer stood up and walked towards Eleanor: "My dear, don't worry, the game room is there, maybe she is there."

"No, I searched all over. I thought she was in the study, but she wasn't there." Eleanor was very worried. She looked at the heavy rain outside and had a bad guess, "My God, she shouldn't go out Come on!"

"Such a heavy rain?" Sir John was a little suspicious. It was impossible for anyone to go out in such a heavy rain.

"Maybe it was that little moment in the morning when the rain stopped," Charlotte recalled.

"Anyway, we have to look for it." Sir John got up and began to put on his coat. "Ladies just wait in the house."

Both Brandon and Mr. Palmer began to put on their coats and were ready to go out. Mrs. Palmer took Eleanor to comfort her.

"Be careful." Casablanca frowned. She straightened Brandon's neckline, full of worry, "It's raining too much, please ride slowly."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Brandon gave Casablanca a kiss and went out with the other men.