[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Moran yawned and went back to sleep without asking any further questions.Moriarty stood alone in front of the window, rinsing his mouth with red wine, watching the sky gradually become gloomy and the drizzle falling.On the reflection of the glass, the door was opened.A person walked in, gently closed the door, and stood far behind him.

He said nothing, and neither did Moriarty.The mellow red wine passed between his teeth, and Moriarty spit it into the vase sideways.The bright red wine slid down on the pure white petals, leaving a few pale crimson marks.He rolled up his handkerchief, wiped his lips, stared at the figure reflected on the glass, and exhaled lightly.

The hot air covered the glass with a light layer of white mist, and the figure suddenly became much blurred.Moriarty slowly folded the handkerchief and put it back in his pocket: "...Did you come to me just to be in a daze, Mr. Holmes?"

"...No." Sherlock said, "but I imagined countless possibilities, but I just couldn't think of how to speak... Then I just realized that I don't know how to face you because I'm bigger than I thought. I have to love you more. When I face you, I actually lose my normal thinking ability. I was manipulated by jealousy like an ordinary person. I completely forgot how illogical it is... Should I apologize for this ?”

Moriarty snorted and turned around, "You should be thankful that you love me so much, otherwise I wouldn't have given you this chance to meet."

Sherlock showed a big smile: "So you forgive me?"

"Sometimes I really want to pry your head open to see what you think, Sherlock." Moriarty sneered, "You were shot in the chest in September, only 40 days later You just left the hospital bed and came to the Cotswolds, and just kicked over a two-hundred-pound sofa... Should I praise you for your courage, or should I praise the efficacy of morphine?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock pressed his chest and sat down slowly against the wall: "...Speaking of which, if you have stock, please give me some."

Moriarty: "..."

Sherlock hadn't healed in the first place, and he used too much force for a while, and the wound naturally burst open.Moriarty called Moran's family doctor and treated Sherlock's wound.After the doctor left, Sherlock sat up slowly, buttoning the button with one hand with difficulty: "You said that I left the hospital bed for more than 40 days, it is admirable courage...but it turns out that my estimate was correct. Your recovery is enough for me to find you."

"Because the big detective broke up with his fiancée and needs to find comfort?" Moriarty said coldly.

"The description in the newspaper is a bit too exaggerated. After all, you know that I have one night at most... Sigh... I swear I only approached Jenny for work, and we were not engaged. It was just a cover. Jenny obeyed Mag Knudsen's orders are playing against me, and neither of us has given anything to each other..."

"Then you finally got rid of your virginity?" Moriarty sneered.

"Actually in college... Hey! Jim! It's not fair! You've had so many lovers, and I've only had a few, and I'm not interested in them at all!" Sherlock raised his hands.

Moriarty picked up his collar abruptly, and said word for word: "So, you plan to settle the old score with me?"

"...I didn't..." Sherlock's heart was pounding as he looked closely at those eyes, and he could hardly resist the urge to kiss his lips, "Aren't you and Jasmine... two things?" are of the same nature..."

"Yeah, but at least I didn't have sex with Molly!" Moriarty gritted his teeth, his eyes almost burst into anger, "You can't take her on a date, watch "Glee" or something—not to mention You said it started from the rooftop—"

He froze suddenly, and Sherlock's eyes widened.Moriarty cursed in a low voice, turned around and walked away. Regardless of the pain in his chest, Sherlock hugged him eagerly: "...Jim? You said it started from the rooftop—are you jealous?"

He asked cautiously, with a little excitement and disbelief.Moriarty broke his hand away forcefully, and said coldly, "Does Mycroft know that your paranoia is so serious? I just want to remind you of what you said—"

"Jim!" Sherlock hugged Moriarty's neck from behind, wrapping his legs around his waist as quickly as a koala, "You're just jealous—you're possessive of me! you love me!"

"Can you fucking shut up!!" Moriarty broke his legs angrily, "Get off me immediately!"

"You're possessive of me..." Sherlock murmured, smiling so brightly that he couldn't help it.He hugged Moriarty's head, desperately kissing his lover's lips: "You want to monopolize me—"

There was a muffled bang, and this posture finally prevented Moriarty from maintaining his basic balance, leading Sherlock to fall on all fours.Sherlock paid a huge price for his forgetfulness, his back hit the ground hard, and the wound was under heavy pressure - he was so painful that he almost lost consciousness for a moment, and his vision was blank.Moriarty slapped him several times viciously, angrily floated him onto the hospital bed, started looking for tools for first aid, and by the way called back the family doctor who had just left.After a period of chaos, Sherlock was changed into loose pajamas, and lay weakly on Moriarty's bed.

Moriarty crossed his arms and stood beside the bed with a sneer: "Is this how you intend to deal with Magnussen?"

Sherlock blinked innocently: "Honey, don't you really have any quick-acting potions?"

莫里亚蒂的回答是卷卷袖子，把自己不安分的爱人给揍了一顿。

Remaining angrily slammed the door, Moriarty was about to take out his mobile phone to make a call, but found that the mobile phone was gone.Thinking with his toes, he knew that Sherlock must have done it. He didn't bother to go back to ask for it, so he just found out the notebook and typed in a URL.

The screen instantly went dark, and a line of green words appeared: [Good morning, BOSS.It's such a joy to see your face before bed, you look even more handsome than you did a week ago. ]

"Remember what we said before?" Moriarty looked at the camera and said softly, "The plan has changed. I need you to contact Lyudmila and ask her to bring the big guy..."

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Moran thought he just fell asleep, but when he woke up, it seemed that the whole world had changed.He was horrified to see Moriarty sitting in the living room dressed as best man, with their old rival Sherlock Holmes on his lap, who had a sweet smile that could blind people's eyes, Mycroft and the Peanuts were sitting on the opposite sofa, and his beautiful bride was walking in with a tray of drinks... Moran rubbed his eyes, almost thinking he was still dreaming, and turned his head blankly. Get up.

"Sebas!" Anthea had already seen him, and carried her skirt up the stairs, "I thought you were going to sleep until noon... If you wait any longer, you will miss our wedding."

"I set the alarm clock..." Moran said dryly, looking at the group of people downstairs, "...twelve. What's going on? See the parents?"

"I didn't even know Moriarty was still alive." Anthea put her arms around his neck and drew circles on his chest with one hand, "My dear... so, you said you were going to visit the grave of your old boss, but in fact it was Are you going to ask his permission?"

"...It was just an accident..." Moran's back shuddered, "Honey, you have to believe that I didn't know he was not dead at all... I was shocked when I saw him in the cemetery, it was almost It fell from the sky...and you didn't notice that he became younger? It's almost ten years younger, I kind of doubt it's genes..."

Moriarty raised his head and glanced at him as if aware of it, and Moran immediately shut his mouth tightly.

"It doesn't matter what it is, you promised me that the disappearing carriage at Westminster Abbey will never happen again, I hope you will remember." Anthea whispered in his ear, holding his finger, "and For the safety and stability of the UK, you have to promise me one more thing today."

Moran also leaned close to Anthea's ear, and his smile disappeared for a moment: "What is it, dear? You know that I am willing to do anything for your order."

"The most important thing in the world right now is to complete our wedding." Anthea kissed him tenderly on the cheek, "So... don't let anyone ruin our wedding, okay?"

Moran took the back of her hand and kissed the white lace lightly: "I obey...my bride."

The author has something to say: Ever since I got a cat, I really want to write an article that meows the main character... [Crazy smile] Maybe I will start a Mofuwen that meows Sherlock after the fourth season starts~ To be honest Why don't you send me the author's column hhhhhhh[The point is wrong! ]

Thanks to Kaspersky for mine! ! ! =3=Today, let’s have a dizzy sake-flavored kiss with a sense of girly love~mua~! =3=

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