The Witch of Baker Street

Mo Han now admires the magical creature like the agent very much, who knows everything and endures all kinds of hardships.Mycroft, who seems to have a bright future now, climbed to his current position with difficulty step by step.It is said that when he first joined mi5, he was away from home every month and month, and he couldn't make phone calls. His mother didn't know how worried he was.

For another example, the same is true of the agents who often follow her. Although she often said that she hates them and can't get rid of them like brown sugar, she is actually very grateful to them.Although there has been no major event, their efforts are still worthy of approval.

Mohan was silently thinking about going back to remind Mycroft to give those agents salary increases and bonuses, when suddenly her waist tightened, and a hand was placed across her waist.As soon as that hand was retracted forcefully, Mo Han turned sideways due to inertia and bumped into a warm object.

"Ah!" Mo Han let out a short scream, turned his head and was about to slap that ignorant pervert.But when she saw who it was, her hand stopped in mid-air.Glancing at the other party inexplicably, Mo Han was a little surprised, "Clint, what are you doing?"

Barton put down Mohan's raised hand, signaled her to lower her voice with her eyes, and continued to scan the surroundings with her eyes, explaining in a low voice in her ear, "Someone is following you."

"Following?" Mo Han subconsciously turned her head to look, but Barton withdrew his hand forcefully to stop her from moving.Although the goal was achieved, Mo Han was unprepared and threw himself into his arms right at once.

"Don't look back." Barton reminded in a low voice, his voice was low, "It's not the people your brother arranged."

"Then what should we do?" Mo Han stopped his movements, leaned into his arms obediently, and imitated his whisper, "Leave them all to my elder brother?"

"Follow me, this way."

Button made a strong hand, and Mo Han was led by him like a cartilage shrimp to a small path by the side of the road.

This should be the back alley of the street restaurant. It is not big and a bit dirty, so no one passes by.

Mo Han followed Button's pace and walked forward, cautiously raising his head slightly to look at his face.His expression was as usual, as stern as ever, and his steps were unhurried, as if he was walking casually.

But she could feel the powerful force coming from the arm around her waist, keeping her always within his protection range.

The scorching body temperature spread from the arms around her waist, Mohan felt relieved inexplicably, and followed his steps step by step.

When he walked nearly two-thirds of the way to that path, Mo Han almost forgot that there were still unknown people following them, when Button suddenly heard a short command, "Run!"

It was almost a conditioned reflex, upon hearing this word, Mo Han's brain hadn't reacted yet, and his feet had already switched to running mode spontaneously.Barton ran ahead of her, holding her hand and leading her along.Nearly 100 meters, it took only ten seconds for the two to reach the finish line and stop in front of the corner shop.

As soon as he stopped, Barton immediately let go of the hands they held.Mo Han bent over, leaned back against the outer wall of the store, panting.

I haven't exercised for a long time, and it's really tiring to come here all of a sudden.It seems that she has to learn from Mickey and run on the treadmill when she has nothing to do.

For a moment, only the sound of her heavy breathing was still echoing in the air, and immediately there was a sound of soldiers fighting in the path.

Mo Han poked his head out curiously, but someone grabbed his arm when he stretched his head halfway.

"Let's go back to Baker Street." Barton looked serious, "Your brother's people will handle it here."

"You don't need to look inside?" Mo Han pointed inside, "Aren't you going to catch them?"

"They're not my target, they're just some young people." Barton's eyes were a little deep, "mi5 will take over these people."

"Oh." Mo Han nodded obediently. Anyway, they must have their own plans. They are not in a hurry and she can't make trouble. "You can go back here too. Come with me."

She waved her hand to show the way, and Barton stopped at the spot and took a look into the path, then turned back and followed Mo Han.

When I returned to Baker Street, Mrs. Hudson told Sherlock and Watson that they had taken over the case brought by Lestrade. They would go to investigate in the next few days and would not go home.And Mrs. Hudson has long been prepared to go on a country outing with Mr. White, the owner of the restaurant downstairs, and she will be back in a few days.

After Mrs. Hudson was sent away, only Mo Han and Barton were left sitting on the sofa and staring at each other in 221b Baker Street.

Mo Han looked at Barton in front of him with a solemn expression, "There are only two of us left. Are you okay?"

Button glanced at her, then shook his head, "No."

"Then..." Mo Han stood up, his voice was very serious, but the content was just...

"Let's order takeaway."

"..."

This is Barton with black hair.

Seeing that Mo Han suddenly became so formal, he thought she was going to say something important, who would have waited for such a sentence.

Mo Han was very hurt by the expression on Barton's face. Food is the most important thing for people. She had already digested the meal in the morning to the point where she didn't know where. What she urgently needed now was energy replenishment.

"Aren't you hungry?" Mo Han protested dissatisfied, "I didn't eat enough in the morning, so I should eat now."

Pointing angrily at the clock on the wall, Mo Han's voice was full of accusations, "It's already 11:30, you're not Lucy's pickpocket, you won't let me eat?"

"No." Barton also stood up, and he deliberately added a little soothing factor to his voice, "I just said, you want to eat takeaway again?"

Mo Han innocently opened her eyes, which were actually not that big, "Why don't you eat takeaway?"

If the people who come and go to 221b Baker Street are divided into categories, the largest part except Sherlock's customers is the takeaway boy.

"I'll do it."

Taking a deep breath, Barton had already taken off his outer jacket while speaking, and rolled up his inner shirt sleeves, revealing a short section of bronze-colored strong arm.

"You do it?"

Mo Han opened his mouth as if he could stuff an egg, "You know how to cook?"

"Eat."

After succinctly throwing down two words, Barton had already walked into the kitchen, leaving the dumbfounded Mo Han standing there.

Can he really cook?

Regarding this question, Mo Han expressed her doubts. The agents are not all busy and can't even take care of their own lives. How can they have time to learn how to cook?

Could it be that he lied to her?

After she followed into the kitchen, Mo Han was dumbfounded again.

Because I just made purchases the day before yesterday, there is still some food left in the refrigerator.And luckily, there were no bloody heads waiting to wow them this time.Barton took some things out of it, and cleaned out a corner of the counter that was originally full of test tubes. He made do with a chopping board and put a few cucumbers with water droplets on it.After carefully washing the lettuce on the counter and putting them all in a bowl, Barton looked back for the knife.

After searching for a long time, he finally found the knife under the test tube rack that seemed to have been used as a stepping stone for a long time. Barton frowned in distaste, washed it in water several times, and then began to cut the cucumber with satisfaction.

Then Mo Han felt that his jaw was about to drop to the ground.

I could only hear the regular sound of duk tuk, and the cucumber was evenly cut into thin strips in the dazzling shadow of the knife.

Mo Han stepped forward in disbelief, and picked up a pinch of shredded cucumber.The cucumber shreds, which are all the same size and length, look as if they were cut out by a precision machine, and they are exactly the same.

Facing such a scene, Mo Han gave her thumbs up to express her feelings.

So this man is actually a man who can go to the hall and enter the kitchen, can go to the battlefield and can carry a gun, can be cold and cute?

Mo Han really wanted to raise his head to the sky and scream: What do women want with such a man! ?

Of course it works, like having a baby.

Under the watchful eye of Mohan who spit out his own trough and found the answer for himself, Barton used extremely quick movements to make a large plate of seafood spaghetti, a pot of creamy mushroom soup, and a Caesar salad.

Because Barton gathered all the reagents on the dining table to make room for cooking, they could only sit at the table in the living room outside to eat at the moment.

Mo Han stared at the food that not only looked good, but also smelled delicious for a long time, and it took a long time before he uttered a word.

"I think, there shouldn't be any severed limbs or eyeballs here, right?"

Button was eating seafood noodles, but after hearing this sentence, Mo Han obviously felt that he choked.After eating the noodles in his mouth at an extremely slow speed, Barton said coolly, "I tried it myself, no."

"Oh." Mo Han replied a little bored.Originally, I wanted to make a joke, but who knows that he doesn't understand amorous feelings at all.

The meal soon ended in a stormy scene, and Mo Han patted his stomach contentedly and spread it out on the chair.

Unexpectedly, Clint Barton, an elite agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., cooked such a delicious meal, Mohan gave him a thumbs up without hesitation.

"Chef level."

Mo Han praised from the bottom of his heart, completely catching up with John and Mrs. Hudson, not to mention, it was even better than the takeaway from the restaurant.

Faced with Mo Han's praise, Barton showed a short shy smile, then got up and began to clean up the bowls on the table.

"Let me go!" Mo Han yelled like Zhu Wushuang in "Wulin Biography", and snatched the plates from Patton's hand.

"I can't let you work all the time, hehe." Mo Han smiled strongly, "After all, you will have to cook in the future, so leave the job of washing dishes to me."

In one sentence, he turned a good spy elite into a house husband, and Barton couldn't laugh or cry.

At this moment, Mo Han had already put all the plates on the table together, imagining the wonderful time of eating in the future, humming an out-of-tune tune and stepping into the kitchen.

In less than five seconds, she backed out again, the original joy was gone from her face, replaced by a blank expression.

"what happened?"

Mo Han turned her head back, her surprise and panic were deliberately revealed in her lowered voice.

"There's someone in the kitchen."