[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

Catherine clenched the goblet in her hand and licked her lips uncomfortably.This action somewhat exposed her inner unrest - Holmes was only wearing a bathrobe, the white robe matched his long legs, and the white slippers provided by the hotel were dragged under his feet.

——There is a feeling of pure lamb.

There should be an easel here, which can record the man's leisure state - you must know that even if Catherine opened her mind, she would not dare to think about the picture in front of her.

Neither Mycroft nor Catherine spoke immediately, and they both set their sights on the sunset glow in the sky.The surrounding atmosphere was like sticky bloody glutinous rice porridge burning in a pot. It was only slowly heating up at the beginning. When the sun set completely, the atmosphere between Catherine and McCulloft reached the boiling point inexplicably.

Catherine opened her mouth to say something, but she said nothing in the end.

At this time, the mouth is not used for speaking.The ambiguous atmosphere finally made them hold hands together.The red wine in the hands of the two people was put aside casually, and they were arranged symmetrically on the left and right.The liquid inside was as viscous as blood in the dim light.

The higher the distance between them, the closer they will be, and they will eventually return to zero.

A soft, shallow kiss -- at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and with the wrong person.

Mycroft probably cast some magic in this kiss that even the witch didn't know, he was silently asking Catherine's wishes at this time.

Catherine's heart felt a little bitter.But her face was even brighter than the sunset just now.Her response was as shallow as her kiss, not proactive, but absolutely relaxed.

"Why don't we go in? It's already dark." Someone calmly put forward the most appropriate suggestion.

The other person also very well-behaved agreed.

Only this time, they all tacitly didn't mention the issue of dividing the room, and the two white bathrobes fell on the floor in no particular order. As for their masters...they have already closed the door of the master bedroom, Shut everything out.

The glass door of the balcony was not closed, and after a while, the bright moonlight shone into the room.Catherine's mobile phone on the sofa was beating the records of incoming calls, but its owner didn't care what messages she missed.

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The next morning, Catherine occupied the shower room in the master bedroom early.I don't know what kind of mentality this translucent device was designed with.

There is no shower curtain in the shower room, but the shower area is divided by frosted glass.The scrub full of design sense completely magnifies the advantages of the bather's figure.Catherine felt nothing while washing herself in it.

But when she changed her clothes and lay back on the bed to stay in bed, looking at the long legs printed on the frosted glass, she felt not so calm.

The guy taking a bath inside seems to be doing it on purpose, every movement is wide open, and the shadows hardly overlap, giving people a lot of room for reverie.

Does it take so long to make a -soap?

Catherine covered her face with a dark face.She is sure that this man is deliberately showing himself... It is not an exaggeration to say that it is - seduce - seduce!

What about the Iceman?It's actually a snowman!

Although Catherine's heart has opened the barrage, swiping the screen over and over again.But her eyes did not let go of the frosted glass.

What Catherine thought in her heart was that if she was being shameless, she should take a picture with her mobile phone and watch it slowly at this time, but when she separated part of her thoughts from her beauty to think about this issue, Mycroft had already wiped it. The hair came out….

Guests here at the hotel prepare a hearty breakfast.Of course, those rose petals on the dinner plate, I don't know who's thinking.

Catherine sat at the dining table, read the newspaper and ate breakfast, showing no embarrassment at all.

Mycroft, who was sitting opposite her, was still holding a mobile phone to remotely control various affairs in the country.But Catherine already got a little explanation from Moriarty yesterday—the pawns ambush in London are already in place, and it is basically impossible for things to reverse.Catherine was praying in her heart that McCulloft would turn the tide.

It's just that she can't remind her aloud, after all, there are other conflicts of interests involved.

Catherine was bitter in her heart, looking at the man sitting across from him reading the newspaper, unconsciously a little distracted.She felt that Sherlock was like Sleeping Beauty, and Mycroft was the king. As for her... Catherine didn't know if she could be the fairy who changed the curse of Sleeping Beauty, she was now an accomplice of the witch.

"Today's meeting was just a cutscene. You have nothing to worry about... I remember that this is not the first time you have met the professor."

"Indeed. But then it would be completely pointless for you to bring me to America."

"At least there is still a little gain." Mycroft just sat there, showing enough aggression.He gave Catherine a meaningful look, not the way he used to look at the enemy before, but another kind of wonderful vision.

Catherine's goosebumps were about to rise when she was seen. He obviously insisted on taking her out, but he didn't dare to take the risk of putting Left in a London without only Sherlock!Even if she had been in bed, this man seemed to treat her like a brat like Sherlock.

Besides... Catherine also had doubts in her heart. She wanted to ask Holmes, what would happen if she betrayed her?

But this kind of question is meaningless, and Catherine can't let herself ask such a stupid question.So she didn't reply anything, just pretending that she didn't find anything.

"You and I enjoy the old days, and it's going to be like that for some time to come. By the way...the Haystacks you told me about last time have someone start tinkering with them. Before we leave America, you'll be able to receive .”

"what a pity."

Catherine knew what he was sorry for.This is probably the question of many people.She is a formidable master of counterfeiting. Many water lilies on the market were copied by her. Those words seem to be fake and the brushstrokes are also impeccable.It has brought great trouble to many identification and auction houses.

But this time Catherine really wasn't in the mood to forge "Haystacks".The painting will reflect the mood of the painter. She is not as calm as she appears on the outside, and it is not good to show it in the portrait.There was also the matter of mixing paints, which Catherine did not have time for.

"The person I helped you find is a master in this industry. I'm sure no one is better at this than him." - Neal is a well-deserved elegant thief in every aspect.

As for the common fault of always leaving a little mark on the imitation, this can only be regarded as a tribute to the original painting, and Catherine will also leave a mark on the imitation.

When breakfast was almost finished, someone knocked on the door.The driver who came in was the driver who drove yesterday.He didn't seem to sleep very well, and the dark circles under his eyes were very deep, which was noticed by the two people who had breakfast.

"Good morning, Mark." Mycroft took the documents from his driver.Mark was his assistant on this field trip, and he played a very important role.

"Didn't Mr. Driver sleep well last night? I mean, it's rare to have such a vacation time. Don't be disturbed by the tasks assigned by this guy." Catherine joked about Holmes familiarly, and she was a little deliberately in front of others. Showed enough intimacy with Holmes.

"This little document will not cause trouble. Ms. Nolan, I enjoy the environment here very much." The driver is an old employee of mi6, and he and Mycroft will not be too restrained outside of work.

"So what makes your dark circles so thick?" Catherine asked.

"If I have to give a reason, then the purchase order you gave me is quite nerve-wracking. I would rather deal with a few more cases than face such a fragmented procurement plan. But my wife is right She seemed very satisfied with this, and she also praised the person who made the list for being very thoughtful, saying that she would also make a list according to it."

"Ah! It's good if you like it. It seems that women nowadays like this kind of thing. I'm sorry to trouble you. My roommate gave me an entrustment. You know, it's not easy for people in our business to tell me. My true intention, what I told her was that I came out to be an exchange student, and the result..."

Catherine gave the driver a helpless look of 'you know'.Catherine continued to exchange a few words with the driver.Until Holmes read the whole document carefully.A dozen A4 papers were handed back to Mark.

"That's it. There is no problem with this document. The main task today is the meeting in the afternoon. You can go and prepare the car."

Mark nodded and went out to get ready.

The suite door was closed again.Catherine adjusted her collar facing the phone.

"Put away your wand. He probably won't do it now," Mycroft whispered to Catherine.

"It's really surprising." Catherine shrugged, and retracted her wand that was slightly protruding from her cuff.Thanks to Winter, she can always cover the magic props on her body very well. "The plan you designed yesterday can be re-edited. This impostor has obviously obtained all of Mark's authority. Although I can't see what the method is, it may have some superpowers."

Catherine was a little too hard in arranging the shirt, and the collar of the shirt looked awkward.She frowned at the phone.

"There is a plan for this kind of thing, and there is nothing to worry about." Holmes explained casually.He walked naturally beside Catherine, bent down and straightened her collar.

"Holmes never makes mistakes. But if I were you, I would be more careful." Catherine tidied herself up and turned her head with a blushing face.

But her heart kept falling into the abyss.

—"Mycroft."

"Ah."

"Are you still unwilling to let me kill that person?"

"I insist."

"I still insist." Catherine looked at the long-legged male god who sat back, and smiled wryly at him.