[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

Another noisy night.Although there was no spotlight, but because of the participation of some celebrities, the dinner was still full of stars.

After Catherine dressed up, she took the invitation and stood under the steps of this Vanity Fair.

Catherine wore a beige dress today, which came from a certain fashion show. The large satin design was simple and playful. Compared with the last date, Catherine dressed more conscientiously today.

Catherine was waiting for someone who was the last guy Catherine expected—uninvited and high profile.

From November to December.The bright red of the poppies has not completely faded, and the splendor of Christmas lights has decorated every window and everyone's heart in the streets and alleys.

In the past two months, some small things have happened.One of them is the recent large and small bomb attacks in London.

Sherlock had been fully involved in every vortex Moriarty was plotting.In addition, the contest between the villain and the protagonist has officially turned from darkness to light.

Catherine is keeping an eye on it.

—Since the last time she exchanged Monet's famous paintings with Moriarty's black bar, Catherine certainly got a lot of money.The money is still quietly lying in the Swiss bank opened in her name, and Catherine has no intention of using the money for the time being.

That's not Moriarty's style!The best thing this criminal consultant does is tie everyone up to his station wagon as pawns on a chessboard.But gently picking it up like this, and then letting it go gently, is simply against his rules of doing things!

Catherine is waiting for Moriarty's next attack. She believes that both herself and Moriarty are very patient people.It depends on who can stand on the winning podium in this game and have the last laugh with arms akimbo.

But now-

Another black car stopped in front of the venue.Low-key enough and eye-catching enough.This car, which looked like a coffin to Catherine, stopped in front of Catherine impartially—the door opened, and the person Catherine was waiting for stepped out.

"I'm late and I'm so sorry to keep the lady waiting."

"No, no, no, I can understand you. You must be busy with a lot of things recently." Catherine took half a step forward, and stood in the same position as Mycroft, who was formally dressed, with her left hand naturally took Mycroft's arms.

"And you know?" Mr. Holmes didn't struggle too much.He watched his black car drive away, leading Catherine up the stairs step by step.

"I'm surprised, you should be very busy recently. Under such circumstances, you are still interested in accepting the invitation letter from the Labor Party."

"The power of idols is enormous, Mr. Holmes. After all, you, an old man, can't understand more girls' minds. I don't think this is unexpected." Catherine armed herself with a formulaic smile, pure and pure Like a child's smile, all the ups and downs of emotions are buried in it.

"It's heartbreaking to hear you say that. Honestly, Catherine, I wonder when we'll be able to sit down as friends and have a long conversation!"

"I hope it's not in your club." Catherine was referring to the Diogenes Club. She had always been curious about what kind of people usually needed such a place to spend their time.

This dinner with Mycroft was completely unexpected.

Back to half a week ago, Catherine's work on the set has temporarily come to an end.Whether it is a big actor or a young actor, they have to go back to their homes, and prepare for the wonderful annual Christmas, and that Santa who drills the chimney.

Although I know that Alan's invitation is relatively political, the invitation from the male god still makes Catherine chatter for a while.Catherine chose many different dresses with different outfits.Even, Catherine can swear that her wedding will not make her more nervous than this time.

Catherine originally chose a black dress with black pearls embellished on the crisp fabric. It was much more expensive than the one she met with Victoria last time, and it could be said to be the accumulation of wealth.

But a phone call from Mycroft ruined it all.

Mr. Holmes, who is 'single', lacks a female companion. Under his golden mouth, all personal matters should be put aside.Catherine didn't think of refusing, after all at this stage... She still has a certain symbiotic relationship with Holmes.

Victoria was Catherine's arch enemy.As long as it is a help, it must not be let go at this time.

After Catherine showed the invitation to the security guard, the two entered the banquet smoothly.This is a charity gala, and the money raised from the auction will be used for charities that can attract votes.

This is also the reason why Catherine will be invited - in addition to the insiders, this party also attracted a group of industrialists to increase the amount of auction proceeds at a time.

Catherine doesn't know whether the other invited people will reach an agreement with the party to divide certain interests.But she can be sure that she herself is entirely out of a fan's admiration for fans... It sounds a bit heartless.

"To be honest, Mr. Holmes. Which party do you belong to in the government?" Catherine seemed to ask this question casually, but there was nothing in the conversation with Holmes that was not carefully arranged.

From Catherine's point of view, Mycroft will definitely not be the so-called shadow cabinet - the name just sounds good, but in fact, they are somewhat under the shadow of a loser.

Mycroft is definitely not a fan of any party.

——This question should be asked to him himself.

"Oh! I'm just a small employee, you think too well of me." Mycroft said softly beside Catherine.From time to time, he would raise his glass to those who came by.But along the way, the champagne in his hand remained untouched.

"A small clerk can have so many acquaintances. You should really see the fawning faces of these people from my point of view, Mr. Holmes. The expressions of these people are completely saying: 'My God! Will favor our lowly banquet!' Perhaps Her Majesty's dinner will be worthy of your suit!"

Catherine spoke harshly of the celebrities she came and went with.At this stage, Catherine does not want to tie herself to a chariot named Sherlock Holmes, think about it, the next step after surrendering to Holmes, is she going to deal with those headaches for Sherlock Holmes like Cynthia? 'Little trouble' again!

"That's it." Mycroft said with a forgiving smile.

"What? How is it?" Catherine looked at him inexplicably.The champagne in Catherine's hand was also untouched.But that's because no one was toasting her. —Catherine has no acquaintance at this party.

"That's it." Mycroft raised his eyebrows.At this time, the two chose a relatively secluded place to stand, with no walls on all sides. Even if someone walked by, they would keep a few meters away from them.This position is very good, there is no danger of being eavesdropped, no standing under the surveillance probe, and no specific content of the conversation being overheard because of being too close to others.

"Your record is as clean as a wife, Miss Catherine. I would like to slowly discover what your past was like... including... your childhood."

Catherine's expression remained unchanged.The conversation has entered a new stage. Although it cannot be said that both the enemy and the enemy have lifted the last fig leaf, judging from the current situation, Mycroft is at least willing to be honest about something.Leaving aside the question of true and false, this is at least a good thing.

"In fact, your analogy is completely correct. In every sense, I am pure and flawless." Catherine shrugged, and continued to say indifferently: "I am looking forward to you getting closer and discovering some clearer things." thing."

You will find that all the secrets are always under the sun.

The fireworks between the topics gradually became thicker.Mycroft did not dwell on the question any longer, for someone was approaching them with a glass of wine.

"Mr. Rickman." Catherine saw the two people coming, and she didn't care about finishing the word game with Mycroft.

"This is...Mr. Mycroft Holmes." When introducing Mycroft to others, the sense of incongruity exploded.Not to mention that the surname Holmes reminds Catherine of the great detective Sherlock.Even Mycroft... doesn't seem like anyone needs an introduction.

Who doesn't know the 'British Government'?Who doesn't know Mycroft?

Allen had a certain understanding of the man standing beside Catherine.A few days ago, the party whip found him, hoping that he would pay more attention to Catherine Nolan and his male companion, Mycroft Holmes, who had received the invitation letter.

The exhortations of the party whip still vaguely echoed in my ears: "Mr. Rickman, this Sherlock Holmes is a big man. I don't expect you to maintain a good relationship with him. This gentleman has no habit of listening to dramas. But We must not offend him..."

Both sides shook hands warmly.Catherine looked at her idol.From a political point of view, Allen looks really strange.Catherine is a little unaccustomed to the male god's formal...even vaguely ingratiating appearance outside the screen.

But this is actually understandable, after all, there are two completely different things in the movie and in the agency.Two occasions.

"Today's dinner has set up an auction session. A relatively expensive painting will appear at the venue. Other than that, it's all about each other's wishes."

Catherine looked curiously at the unused auction site in the distance.The big frame has already been laid, but from a distance, several staff members are standing there, still making final arrangements and dispatching people.

"Can you tell me what expensive and famous painting it is? It must be nice to know in advance... Let's share it, Allen." Catherine looked at Allen pitifully, and she had already found it after more than a week of working time. The way to get along peacefully with the crew, and at this time, taking advantage of Holmes' influence, Catherine spoke and acted much more naturally than before.

Mycroft, standing beside Catherine, gave a sly smile.The strategizing intelligence leader had inquired about all the details of the banquet early in the morning, including which painting was on sale.But the maliciousness in this smile cannot be concealed no matter what.

Catherine was a little uneasy at being laughed at by Mycroft, and she urged Allen, who was a trickster, one after another.The other end finally said the name of the auctioned work: "It is Monet's masterpiece in his later years-Water Lilies."