[Detective Sherlock] Jasmine's Counterattack

Jasmine didn't close her eyes all night, she tossed and turned on the bed, she was so excited that she was going to travel with Sherlock today, and she was so excited that she couldn't fall asleep. of.

It wasn't until four o'clock that she felt drowsy, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she buried her face in the bed, feeling the soft touch, and fell asleep drowsily.

Sherlock woke up very early, he went to bed early last night, after washing up, he baked two slices of bread and had a cup of coffee by the way.

He was wearing a dark purple satin-like shirt with dark patterns on it, which couldn't be seen clearly unless one looked closely.Black casual pants and a pair of Yves Saint Laurent leather shoes. His profile is slender. Just looking at his profile and watching him drinking coffee elegantly and coolly makes one's heart pound.Too bad our girl Jasmine missed this scene.

Although Sherlock is sometimes too slovenly, he is unambiguous when it comes to dressing. He has his unique insights, and his body shape is comparable to that of a model or even worse. The atmosphere is extraordinary.He hated the deerstalker hat, and since the picture of him wearing that funny deerstalker got in the papers, he couldn't express how much he loathed it.

He pushed open Jasmine's door lightly. In fact, he was conflicted for a second, but, a detective is a detective after all, and there was nothing he could do if his clothes were in Jasmine's closet. He pushed open the door, and Jasmine's sleeping Yan was immediately caught in his eyes, and it was the first time he noticed that since Mo was so childish, she pouted, her lips were pink, her complexion was already white, but now it was even whiter than porcelain, and her eyelashes hung down on her eyelids. A dense shadow was cast, and the night light at the head of the bed was on, making her sleepy face even more perfect.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows. Jasmine's dreamy whisper startled him a bit, and he quietly opened the closet. It was a solid wooden closet. The clothes in the closet were neatly arranged, like the uneven grass on the prairie. .

Jasmine is really too tidy.

Sherlock picked out a few clothes at random, closed the closet, and walked lightly to the door. The moment the door closed, since he couldn't control his gaze, he gently moved towards Jasmine again. She turned over, and the whole body Her body was facing away from her, and she was only wearing a hanging skirt, revealing a large area of ​​smooth skin, Sherlock ignored evil, gritted his teeth secretly, and backed out.

He only took one coat, a black pure wool Irish tweed coat, which Mycroft bought for him. He remembered that the coat was waterproof, and there was some kind of microporous breathable membrane. What about Lao Shizi?

Throw it on the sofa and wear it when you plan to go out.

He put the rest of the clothes into the suitcase one by one, stacking them naturally. . . .Not so good.

After finishing all this, it was almost 07:30. He finally made a call to Mycroft. He didn’t have a mobile phone, and his mobile phone had already been buried in the trip that day, so he had to pick up Jasmine’s mobile phone on the dining table, a small blackberry , it looked even smaller in his hands, he sent a text message to McCoff, and within minutes, McCoff quickly called back.

Sherlock sat on the sofa in a leisurely manner, smiling "Goodmorning"

"Sherlock, do you know what time I went to bed yesterday?" Mycroft's anger came through the receiver, and Sherlock let out a sigh of relief and said, "Whatever you want, prepare the car for me, I'm 08 :30 Time to go, Mycroft"

Then he hangs up the phone neatly, flicking through Jasmine's phone idly, Moriarty's message came into view, although he disdained to read people's thoughts, but Sherlock also has mortal moments, let alone his curiosity. come up. . . . .

"From: Jim

Content: Where are you? "

"From: Jim

Content: It's raining, I'll pick you up"

"From: Jim

Content: Have you eaten yet? "

"From: Jim

Content: I'm going to Hong Kong, do you have anything you want? "

"From: Jim

Content: If you catch a cold and take medicine, I will remind you in time """

"From: Jim

Content: Get the hell out of here, why don't you clean up the house, look at your mess, little Jasmine. "

. . . . .

Sherlock's frown became tighter and tighter, and he was about to turn down, but Jasmine's door opened at this moment, and Jasmine was rushing into the bathroom dazedly, stepping on her slippers.

Sherlock's brows stretched, and he put the phone back calmly.

"Jasmine, pack up and we should go"

Jasmine was brushing her teeth and hummed vaguely.

Half an hour later, Jasmine was standing in front of Sherlock with the suitcase in her hand. She smiled slightly, "Ready"

"Sit down for a while, Mycroft hasn't come yet." Sherlock stretched out his hand and pointed to the opposite sofa.

Jasmine wore simple and elegant clothes, beige trousers with white short sleeves, a light blue shawl sweater with vertical stripes and hook lines, a pair of black Baroque style and nude boots.The long golden hair was slightly curled and cascaded down, looking a little more mature and charming than usual.

She put on some light makeup, because she didn't sleep well, she had to cover it up out of politeness.

She wore brown glossy eyeshadow, very thinly applied, but Sherlock could still tell, the dark circles under her eyes were concealed with concealer, and her lips had only a layer of lip balm.

Sherlock looked at it for a while, feeling that Jasmine was surprising him more and more.

She coughed a little uncomfortable, but Jasmine immediately asked concerned, "Sherlock? Have you caught a cold?"

Sherlock waved his hand, "No, my throat suddenly felt itchy."

Jasmine was confused when she was concerned, so she couldn't see the way out of it, so she smiled and nodded, feeling quite embarrassed.

Sherlock also felt something wrong, but he quickly suppressed it. Jasmine's sleeping face overlapped with Jasmine's at the moment, and he stood up suddenly, wanting to take a breath of fresh air.

Walking to the window, raising his hand to open the window, the cool wind came in and slapped on the person's face, which was indescribably comfortable.

The weather was overcast, and he looked outside, he curled his lips and called Jasmine, "Jasmine, it's time to go, Mycroft is here"

Downstairs, Mycroft is still the same, but his face looks a little more tired than before. He is wearing a suit, and he is leaning on a black umbrella with a deep wooden handle, which looks extremely solemn. He holds a cigarette butt in one hand.Leisurely waiting for Sherlock's arrival.

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When Jasmine and Sherlock arrived downstairs, Mycroft had already been waiting for a long time.

Sherlock and Jasmine moved their eyes to the cigarette butts in twos and threes under his feet at the same time, and smiled at each other in tacit understanding.

Mycroft has always been self-cultivated, gracefully threw the unburned cigarette in his hand to his feet, stretched out his toes, twirled it, moved the crutch forward an inch, turned his body slightly, and smiled amiably. . .The kindness makes people feel creepy and not very eerie.

"Sherlock" Mycroft has a special voice, uttering syllables in a deep and slow manner.

Then he shifted his gaze to Jasmine behind Lu Ke, and nodded politely, "Miss Jasmine, you look very good."

Jasmine was already petite, standing at her side almost covered most of her body, and Sherlock's woolen coat almost covered her.

Sherlock also suddenly noticed that Jasmine, who was standing behind him, was also looking back following Mycroft's line of sight. On this side of her body, Jasmine was exposed again.

Today's attire is so different from the past that even Mycroft feels his eyes shine.

Jasmine cautiously took a step forward, nodded quickly, and smiled innocently, "AhYaeh! Thank you"

After she finished speaking, she backed away again, she was slandering in her heart, this Mycroft looked amiable, but in fact he was much more difficult to deal with than Sherlock, when he remembered that he had done almost all the bad things in the whole of England, she felt so sad Fluffy, I just think it's the best policy to hide far away.

Thinking about wrinkling his nose and eyebrows together, Sherlock glanced at Jasmine from the corner of his eye, and Jasmine's frowning face happened to fall into his eyes, and the smile flashed away in his eyes.

Mycroft naturally didn't let go of this scene, and the smile on his face deepened. He thought, maybe Jasmine is the one who can really save his brother.

"It's time to go." Mycroft moved the tip of the umbrella an inch to the side of the car, looked up at the sky, and got into the car with his natural arrogance.

Sherlock and Jasmine both sat in the back seat.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh!" Sherlock sighed, his usual cold voice, flat tone, expressionless eyes but very sharp eyes, and he said in one breath, "Mycroft, why do you always make unnecessary moves? You have already booked a plane ticket, and you still have to pay for it." Come ask me, your appearance is decent, as always... annoying" Sherlock rolled his eyes.Jasmine asked the sky speechlessly, and couldn't bear to cover her forehead.Just listen to Sherlock continue to chatter "But it's still good without revealing any clues, but look at your tires, oh no, it's nothing, look at your pockets, the traces of the ticket are slightly tight through your The pocket has been exposed, so obvious!! You still want to play reasoning games with me? Do you want to see if I am still very energetic or miss my witty words, or, you have not woken up?" His tail tone Slowed down a bit, as always.

"Sherlock" Jasmine carefully pulled Sherlock's clothes.

Mycroft smiled as always, and the driver continued to drive with professional ethics.

Mycroft stroked his chest pocket, "It seems that your energy is as good as before."

"Obviously, it's you, who's gained three and a half pounds since the last time I saw you"

Mycroft's smile remained undiminished "No, the clothes look, on the contrary, I keep them very well"

"Then you can only keep it"

"Thank you for your concern, I am willing"

Jasmine was still embarrassingly stuck between these two brothers who were at war for no reason, looking at Sherlock and Mycroft from time to time.

"Jasmine, didn't you sleep well, you can sleep now." Sherlock said without looking at her.

"Ah, I..." Just as Jasmine was stuttering, Mycroft interrupted, "I'm going to the airport soon, Miss Jasmine should get on the plane and sleep soundly."

Jasmine couldn't sleep even if she felt sleepy at this moment, so she smiled embarrassingly.

Mycroft personally escorted Sherlock and Jasmine onto the plane. McCoff held his umbrella with both hands lightly, and smiled slightly with Sherlock, "I'm leaving."

Sherlock showed a helpless expression, "Go ahead"

After Mycroft left, Jasmine kept up with Sherlock, tilted her head and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being recognized?"

"Recognize it?" Sherlock frowned.

"Huh?" Jasmine didn't know why.

"It is well known that Sherlock Holmes is dead. Even if he saw it, he would think he looked alike. Mycroft must have thought of this, and this is the first class flight to China. If there is no accident, the people sitting in the first class are no more than 30 years old. For men over the age of [-], the stewardesses here are probably also carefully selected by McCoff, so don’t be afraid.”

Seeing Sherlock's confident appearance, Jasmine softened a part of her heart. This is the person she likes. She is confident, elegant, and intelligent, so she has no choice but to be attracted to him.

The drowsiness became more and more intense, and Jasmine was in a daze, until she tripped over the protruding leg of a person under her feet.Only then did he open his eyes in shock, Sherlock followed Jasmine the whole time, and quickly helped Jasmine, Jasmine glanced at the man with lingering fear.

Jasmine's heart skipped a beat, she was afraid that someone would recognize him, but fortunately there were so many people there that she hardly noticed, and thinking of what Sherlock said just now, her heart was relieved.

Glancing at Sherlock again, he turned up the collar of his coat, expressionless.

She smiled lowly, playing cool again.

Mycroft booked a flight from the UK to Beijing.In the first class cabin, the two of them are seated together.

Jasmine was so sleepy that she found a seat and didn't have time to do anything else. She vaguely remembered that Sherlock had done everything. The flight attendant's voice was sweet and soft, and Jasmine slowly fell asleep.

Sherlock and Jasmine lived in the house prepared by Mycroft.

From the moment they got off the plane, there were people prepared by McCoff to prepare everything for them. The person McCoff sent to pick up the plane was a Chinese girl named Sue, who was about the same age as Jasmine, with a pure London accent and good facial features. ,fit.

Along the way, she glanced at Sherlock who was sitting silently from time to time. Sherlock's eyes were extremely beautiful, sometimes they were as blue as the sea, and sometimes they were mysterious gray-green. She was so fascinated by the look, she even wanted to chase him and let him be his boyfriend.

From the very beginning, she saw this man at a glance.

Like an eagle in the dark night, cold and arrogant but domineering.This is simply the man she has been looking for for many years, if. . . .He didn't follow Jasmine's words.

On the other hand, Jasmine's face was soft and small, with exquisite features, which almost complemented Sherlock's.It's just that she vaguely felt that this Jasmine was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Thinking about it again, I became a little timid again, the identities of these two people are probably not ordinary.

Mycroft.She muttered inwardly.

Even if she doesn't read the news, she knows this person, who almost represents the entire British Empire. She lived in England for a long time in the past few years, which is why she has a pure London accent.

Her brother-in-law is a native Englishman who is a member of the House of Commons, so she was lucky enough to meet McCoff, but she is not stupid, and McCoff will do everything possible to find her to pick her up and take care of the two people in Beijing. For the itinerary, her brother-in-law is the weight, she rolls her eyes, that's all, it's better to serve them both well.

Jasmine saw that Sue had been staring at Sherlock in the rear-view mirror since she got into the car, she felt displeased, and this feeling swelled to the maximum, she was unwilling to strike up a conversation with Sue, trying to divert her attention force

"Sue?"

"Ah yes" came back to his senses, and hurriedly looked away.

"Have you lived in Beijing since you were a child?" Jasmine was not proficient at finding words without words, and she didn't even know what to say next.

"Yes, but I lived in London for a long time a few years ago, and then I came back for some reasons." She said, her gaze involuntarily shifted to Sherlock in the rearview mirror.

After making some calculations, without waiting for Jasmine to speak, she turned to Sherlock and said, "May I call you Sherlock?"

Jasmine roared in her heart, she was really afraid of what would happen, forget it, wait and see, she clenched her fists, there was a woman in England coveting Sherlock with him, and she just settled down in Beijing, how could this be, thinking about it, She strengthened her mind and absolutely protected Sherlock.

"Up to you" Sherlock said lazily. He has been thinking about the problem since he got in the car. He needs to rush to Italy in a week or so. He is sure that Moriarty has other actions.It's just that he's not sure what it is yet.

The reason why I came to Beijing was just to avoid the public eye. A group of Asians is always more reliable than a group of British and Yankees.

Looking up at the hazy sky above, I thought to myself, it seems that the air quality in Beijing is not very good.

"Well, I don't know where you guys plan to go when you come to Beijing? I mean, I can be your tour guide too. After all, I grew up here." Sue's face turned red as she spoke. This is the first time to show affection to a man so openly and aboveboard.

Sherlock was very impatient to be interrupted one after another in his thoughts, but he always asked him some meaningless and constructive questions.He is no longer able to maintain a normal communication with a good temper, not to mention, he has never been a good-natured person.

He shifted his gaze to the woman who was trying to strike up a conversation with him at this moment, with regular facial features, he suddenly bent his eyebrows, then looked at Jasmine who was frowning and playing with her fingers, and hooked the corners of her lips. Compared with Jasmine's skin, it was really It's darkened a lot.

Seeing that his eyes finally fell on her, Sue's heart was pounding. She was sitting in the front seat, but her whole heart had already fallen into his gray-green eyes.

It's just that she was too happy to be unnecessary, because of the next second. . . .

Sherlock spoke quickly, and his eyes swept over him like X-rays. There was no emotion in his eyes, as casual as if he was evaluating a piece of clothing, "Is your name Susan or Sally? Oh NO, it doesn't matter , although you are wearing a professional suit, but no matter what, you are still a novice"

"What?" Sue's expression was a little stiff, and she said in a low voice.

"You have bread crumbs on the corner of your mouth, and it's stuck on your lipstick. You must have applied your lipstick while going down the stairs. Well, it's terrible, but when you get in the car, you find that there is no It's finished, so you reapply it again, with your left hand, and there is still a lipstick stain on the cuff of your right hand. It touched the lipstick. After driving for a while, you felt thirsty, so you picked up the mineral water beside you, but because the speed of the car was too fast, the water splashed a little, and it splashed on your clothes, leaving behind Water damage, although I don’t know what the job you are doing now is called, but any professional staff will not be like you, they will prepare everything the night before, and there will be no situation where it is too late the next morning, Not to mention the itinerary of the guests and... some ideas that don’t need to appear”

Sherlock paused, turned his gaze, and said, "I thought McCoff would find a professional to come over, but I didn't expect him to be a rookie."

His machine-gun reasoning completely frightens Sue, and she starts to panic, and what he just said reminds her that they are not the same kind of people.

Who this man really is is terribly frightening, and his silence and his nonchalant expression have already seen through his own funny scene.She didn't dare to think any more, she swallowed, her palms were cold and sweaty, she was afraid, annoyed and ashamed.

She looked at Jasmine with her head down and her soft face in the rearview mirror.

After a pause in her heart, she suddenly felt that this woman was the same as Sherlock, but she never showed it. She and Sherlock had a tacit understanding that complemented each other.

After hearing Sherlock's merciless judgment, Jasmine, who had been silent before, was overjoyed and almost wanted to stand up and applaud him.

But out of politeness, he still apologized to Sherlock and Sue.

"Sorry, he's always like this" Jasmine's words were sincere, Sherlock was always like this.

"No...it's okay" Sue stammered the answer, not even daring to rest her eyes on the two of them.

Sherlock turned his corner of the eye to Jasmine, but said nothing.

He even felt that it was natural for Jasmine to apologize for him.

The car started to drive into the urban area, and Sherlock turned his eyes to the window again. This is, the only China in the world with continuous civilization?

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☆. Do you dare to guess what to eat at night?

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The house is close to the prime location with every inch of land.

Sherlock was very satisfied. After packing up his luggage, he closed the bedroom door. He happened to meet Jasmine who had just showered in the bathroom. There were still drops of water on her palm-sized face, and her hair was stuck to her. On her face, she only wore a bath towel about half a meter long, and she was in a state of sluggish embarrassment to the extreme. Obviously, she didn't expect to let Sherlock see this scene by coincidence.

God, how should she explain it.Even she herself felt that she was trying to seduce Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at it for a moment, turned his face away awkwardly, coughed, but felt a little inexplicable feeling in his heart, he had this feeling before, but this time he felt that inexplicable feeling in his heart It was as if something unknown had taken root in my heart.

He raised his eyebrows, his heart rate was not as calm as before, could it be because he saw a half-naked woman who just got out of the shower?

But after thinking about it, it was still wrong. When he first saw Irene Adler, she was completely naked, and he only subconsciously measured her measurements.

Looking at Jasmine again, she frowned, this Jasmine is still far behind that woman.

"Okay, what a coincidence." Jasmine's face was glowing red at this time, but her skin was extremely well maintained, and it could be broken by blows.

Even half-naked, I wanted to reach out and pinch it, but I don't know if it's as stiff as a corpse when it looks smooth.He secretly thought.

"Yes." He withdrew his gaze, and answered cutely for the first time.

"Then I'll change clothes first." Jasmine immediately ran into her room in a reckless manner as soon as she said this. With the sound of the door slamming, she felt a little weak all over. She was most afraid of Sherlock looking at her. This feeling not only made her shy, but also scared her. Before she knew it, the bath towel had slipped down to her waist, and Jasmine blushed. She was glad that she didn't fall off just now, otherwise, she really didn't know what to do good.

There is no doubt that the house was temporarily rented by McCoff. The landlord is a middle-aged woman in her 40s and has a daughter who just entered high school. However, neither of them has met yet, and they just heard from Sue on the way here.

The landlord is around forty, but she is well-maintained. From a distance, she looks graceful, at most in her early thirties, but looking closer, the wrinkles on her face still betray her true age.

Adolescent girls are really troublesome. As soon as the landlord's daughter heard that an English man had come to the house, she tried her best to get her mother to introduce her to her, in the name of practicing her spoken English.

It's just that the landlady's wife was eager to love her daughter or lacked IQ, so she just believed it and invited Sherlock and the two of them to have dinner together in the evening with a mouthful of Beijing-flavored English.

Sherlock doesn't like excitement, and Jasmine never likes what Sherlock doesn't like.

After the landlord left, Jasmine looked at Sherlock with a bitter face, who was standing in front of the window, playing the violin, and asked, "Well, are you going or not?"

Sherlock was wearing pajamas, with an ethereal expression, looking into the distance, just looking out to see tall buildings or tall buildings, he began to miss his 221B Baker Street.

"Of course." Sherlock said, putting his face on the violin, tilting his body, playing a short tune, cheerful and confused.

"Why?" Jasmine was very puzzled by Sherlock's sudden change. She was obviously impatient before. If she hadn't interrupted her, she really felt that Sherlock would be merciless in the next second. Throw the landlord out the door.

"If we don't come, what are we going to have for dinner?" Sherlock's violin came to an abrupt end here, and the ending sound stopped on the low DO.He quickly pulled a false smile, and in just half a second, the smile disappeared completely.

"Ah, ok." When Jasmine had nothing to say or was speechless, she always answered with ok.

"Do you dare to make a bet with me?" Sherlock turned his head slowly, met Jasmine's gentle eyes, and spoke slowly.

"What bet?" Jasmine asked in confusion.

"Guess what our landlady cooks for dinner, what do you think?" Sherlock was sometimes unreasonable and childish, and now he was in between.

I don't think so. . .Jasmine shook her head inwardly, but she still complied.

"Ladies first." He smiled and looked at Jasmine.Jasmine really didn't think about it for a while, so she could only wave her hands and said awkwardly, "You should come first, I haven't thought about it yet."

"Oh, there must be dumplings, I've had them once in a Chinese restaurant"

"No sandwiches..." Jasmine seemed to be walking in an unusual way. As soon as she opened her mouth, even Sherlock stared sideways at her.

“with fruit salad”

"I have a daughter who is in high school." As soon as the words fell, Sherlock's and Jasmine's faces changed completely, but what Jasmine thought was, could it be that this landlord is helping her daughter find opportunities to get in touch with Sherlock?

What Sherlock thinks is that adolescent girls are always annoying, and he wonders if they will cling to him.

Nunuzui, Sherlock suddenly felt that this game was meaningless.

Turning his head and changing the subject, "She and her husband must have a terrible relationship."

"why?"

"Although she maintains a good figure, look at her hair. It's messy. It's been permed for a long time, but she hasn't taken care of it. Look at her watch, it's obviously out of date. If she bought it with her own money, she It will be well protected and repaired in time, don't ask me why Jasmine, it's a woman's nature." When Sherlock saw that Jasmine was about to open her mouth to ask him why, she stopped in time.

Jasmine said "Okay, OK"

"Her necklace is a limited edition of Tiffany's. It came out last year. Don't look at me like that, Jasmine. John pointed it out to me. He wants to buy it for Sarah." With an expression that hesitated to speak, he stroked his forehead and explained.

"Patek Philippe's watch is a few years ago, and the price is expensive, but the edge of the watch is very worn, but I don't care about it. Look at her necklace, it is well maintained, and it hasn't been long since I bought it. Treat it well. But it's a natural difference, what does this mean?" After finishing speaking, Sherlock tilted his head and looked at Jasmine.

"This means that her husband bought the watch, but she bought the necklace with her own money." Jasmine met Sherlock's deep eyes, and her heart skipped a beat, as if possessed by a demon. Next, speak the answer slowly.

"It's great, Jasmine, you've improved so much, you're very smart." Although Sherlock praised, it was obvious that he didn't mean it sincerely.

Jasmine naturally understood. She suddenly thought of Watson, my God, I don't know how he endured it, and I really sympathized with him.

"The thing that can most prove that the relationship is not compatible is her wedding ring. It is dirty, other than dirty, and it is very different from her necklace. When she came in just now, she had flour on her hand. Most people would not wear it. Put on the ring and go face to face, Jasmine"

"Oh" Jasmine nodded stiffly, she was surprised, Sherlock was looking at the landlord just like her, and what he found often made people applaud and exclaim.

"Okay, pack up and go eat," Sherlock said, walking straight to the bedroom.

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The landlord and they are at the opposite door, close the door, and walk into another door, which is this short journey.

Sherlock didn't wear a coat, but the same purple shirt from before, which fully reflected his figure. Jasmine stared at Sherlock's slender waist, and then looked at her own. . .Since her waist is about as thick as Sherlock's? !Jasmine's eyes began to grow resentful.

"Ding dong—" Sherlock rang the doorbell.

Then he said, "It was the landlord's daughter who opened the door, her feet were pompous, and she came running."

Jasmine chuckled when she heard this, and looked at Sherlock's questioning gaze. She thought, yes, the footsteps were exaggerated, and she was still running. How could it be done by the landlord in her 40s? As soon as she stopped thinking, the door clicked. ——" once, and opened in response.

Then, a young head of fourteen or fifteen years old poked out, with fair skin and petite stature. Sherlock checked it visually, but it was even lower than his chest.

When the visitor saw Sherlock, his eyes lit up immediately, he got up hurriedly, and said, "Come in quickly."

Jasmine followed Sherlock, and Sherlock walked in without taking off his shoes. For our big detective, he would not bother to do such a boring and time-consuming thing, let alone he used to be naked. The body went to Buckingham Palace.

Jasmine glanced back at the girl behind her, and had to say that this girl's English was really standard, at least much better than her mother's.

"Are you Jasmine?" The girl casually met Jasmine's eyes and asked.

"What about you?" Jasmine nodded and smiled.

"Fan Su"

"What about you?" She walked in front of Sherlock with undisguised liking in her eyes.

"Sherlock" Sherlock's eyes didn't linger on Fan Su for too long, it was already like a meal on the table.

The corners of her lips curled up, and she said to Jasmine, "See what I said is right." Jasmine followed his gaze, and saw three or four plates of dumplings served on a white porcelain plate. When the light turned on, the dumplings illuminated were crystal clear, really beautiful .There is also a plate of salad on the corner of the dining table, which seems to be prepared for individuals.

"How did you know"

"Didn't you see it? I thought you saw it too." Sherlock put on another "God, what's in your little head" expression.

"When she came, her hands were covered with flour, her cuffs were covered with white flour, and her nails were covered with vegetables. It was not obvious, and it was almost difficult for ordinary people to find it. However, I found it, but I didn't know what it was. What, think about it, when foreigners come to China, what can they do to reflect Chinese characteristics? It’s impossible to make big cakes for you. So what else can I do besides making dumplings?” Sherlock’s tone slowed down a bit, Pause, "Then she had salad dressing on the corner of her mouth, and the pulp left over from the walnut peeling was still in her fingernails, so I guess, it's fruit salad"

"Wonderful" Jasmine murmured to herself, even though she already knew Sherlock's deductive method, no matter how many times she heard it, she was still deeply shocked by his deduction involuntarily.

After listening to "My God", Fan Su blurted out his mother tongue.

When the landlord came from the kitchen, he saw all three of them stuck in place, so he hurriedly called out, "Come and eat."

One plate of dumplings per person, the landlord is also an intellectual to some extent, knowing that foreigners like to eat their own dumplings, he is also careful, so he prepared individual portions for several people first.

Fan Su didn't eat the dumplings. Instead, she brought the fruit salad in front of her. Looking at the people on the table, she looked at Sherlock, and explained, "I'm losing weight."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

Jasmine seldom eats Chinese food, and she has never eaten dumplings, but the chopsticks are not comfortable to use. Seeing this, Sherlock seems to be sarcastic, "Are you planning to eat till dawn?"

When Jasmine heard this, her face turned red. It's impolite not to finish eating, but she really doesn't know how to use chopsticks.

Seeing her embarrassment, Sherlock leaned down, and involuntarily grabbed her hand holding the chopsticks, and said impatiently, "I'll teach you"

After he said this, he was stunned for a second. What is he doing?

Sherlock's hand was very cold, covering the back of Jasmine's hand with ice.Jasmine's whole body was about to go limp, this was the first time Sherlock had intimate contact with her, no, she remembered last Christmas, when Sherlock kissed her cheek, this was the second time.

Jasmine's body went limp, and she could feel Sherlock's heartbeat.

She didn't dare to move, and stared blankly at Sherlock's hand covering hers. His hand was cold, and Jasmine had the urge to give him a hand for a moment.

Sherlock held Jasmine's hand and taught her how to hold a dumpling. Then he gently picked up a dumpling from Jasmine's plate and put it down again.

"Have you learned?" Sherlock pulled his hand away and continued to eat his dumplings

"I'll try." Jasmine stared blankly at her hand, as if his hand was still resting on the back of her hand, barely holding a dumpling, and she couldn't help but softly shouted to Sherlock happily: "Oh my My god~ I caught it." It turns out that Sherlock is a good teacher and Molly is also a good student.

Jasmine stared blankly at the chopsticks in her hand, she couldn't believe it, it was just a pair of chopsticks, and she could eat with them. Jasmine couldn't help admiring the wisdom of the Chinese people.

"What is this?" After eating a dumpling, Sherlock looked at the landlord.He had eaten dumplings in Chinese restaurants before, but not this one.

"Dumplings? If you can't eat enough, there are still some in the pot." The landlord's IQ is obvious