Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

You must know that Sherlock doesn't like to make calls, and this function has basically been removed from the phone by him.

In addition, he has very few friends, so in this case, who would be willing to call him at this time?

Although it was only the built-in system ringtone of Sherlock's mobile phone that sounded at this time, Qinghe was still very guilty. She almost immediately thought of what she said to the poor scammer before.

"It's him, the love liar!"

"Cheated away my feelings and made my stomach bigger. Let me tell you, just call him and ask him to pay back the money. If he doesn't pay back the money, I will sue him."

No matter how you look at it from any angle, this kind of words are very embarrassing.

This is called lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot, right?

Qinghe was about to cry, and could only silently pray in her heart that the poor liar would not really listen to her and call the famous detective Mr. Holmes!

It was so tragic that those who heard it were sad and those who saw it wept.

Qinghe wanted to explain at first, but when he met those blue-green eyes, he became speechless again.

Those rather narrow eyes were originally like refracting mirrors, only reflecting the colorless clues that make up this world, showing a cold color.But now, he unexpectedly showed a teasing emotion.

It feels as if the unsmiling god, behind his back, took off his mask to you as if seeking a moment of rest.

Qinghe swears by her record of traveling through N worlds, she, who has her tail trampled by Sherlock, will definitely not get out so easily under his nose!

"You must have heard it wrong." Qing He apologized, and at the same time she was also a little nervous, and even kept stirring the corners of her clothes with her hands.

Sherlock snorted speciously, but he still glanced at the black-haired girl in front of him with those eyes, pretending not to expose her obvious lie.

But from Sherlock's point of view, although the expression on Qinghe's face was smiling at this time, it was uglier than crying. It looked a little funny, and he couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

"Give you another chance, single mother, five-year-old son, explain?" Sherlock said lightly, and at the same time he took out the black mobile phone from his pants pocket.

——To be honest, he really doesn't like this kind of mobile phone vibration function that constantly reminds him to answer.

After Qinghe hung up that nasty scam call just now, it took only a few seconds from hearing Sherlock speak to when she turned around, so she was very close to Sherlock.She was facing Sherlock, and from her perspective, she could only see a string of unfamiliar phone numbers flashing on the screen of Sherlock's cell phone.

Just when Qinghe was secretly expecting that this was a phone call from someone else, as soon as her eyes touched the string of upside-down numbers, her brain immediately recalled another string of phone numbers belonging to the scammer from memory, exactly coincided with it.

! !

Fraud kills people!

Before Sherlock answered, Qinghe rushed forward without thinking.

Anyway, Sherlock can't really ask Sherlock to answer this kind of call. You must know that she was just talking about it for a while. If she really answered, it must be the liar and... herself.

People tend to have a blank mind in emergency situations. Most people will temporarily lose the most basic judgment, and instead, like a drowning person, they will not hesitate to grasp the nearest water plant or a piece of floating water. wood, ignoring whether the final result is really beneficial.

Qinghe just didn't want Sherlock to answer the fraudulent call, and it wasn't because he was afraid of being cheated.

If Sherlock is deceived, there may be no sane people in this world.

She had just said those words in a joking, mischievous manner, and Sherlock hadn't expected to hear them.Although the degree of aversion is used as a comparison item for her charming magic, after being improved, she can quickly leave this world, but...

She didn't really want to do that either.

Qinghe is a person who often gets into conflicts, for Sherlock in front of her - she doesn't hate him, so even the desire to escape from this world will temporarily weaken.

So, her actions will follow her heart.

Qinghe pressed the shoulder of the tall man in front of her. She didn't use much strength, but Sherlock still took pride in not taking the next step.

Even in the past, he liked Qinghe's sudden initiative, and she took the initiative to hold him down, because Qinghe was shorter than him, and the girl could only raise her head, so the arc of raising her eyelids was even bigger. It seemed that the pair of puppet-like exquisite and deep eyes were even more distorted.The lips were slightly pursed, and the expression on that small face was very serious.

- Men are visual creatures.

But more importantly, almost every time, he would feel delighted because only his own figure was reflected in the other party's eyes.

After all, no matter how beautiful the face is, it will be like that after looking at it for a long time.What can motivate people to stay must be other deeper things.

The distance between 1.6 meters five and 1.8 meters four made Qinghe unable to do what he wanted, so the action of holding Sherlock's shoulders only lasted for a few seconds and then disappeared.

Instead, it was Qinghe lying in front of Sherlock's chest in a strange posture, her beautiful eyes were fixed on him - and the latter looked back without hesitation.

Qinghe was like a rabbit that had strayed into a wolf's lair, staring at him vigilantly, and finally cleared his throat, "Can you leave your mobile phone to me temporarily?"

That said, even she didn't sound confident.

Sherlock was noncommittal, and the next second he felt that something was suddenly pulled from his hand.

And then, the seemingly invisible scent lingering at the tip of the nose also quietly exited.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't respond, Qinghe felt as if she had won a new victory, so she quickly hung up the phone and blocked it.

But it wasn't until after doing so that Qinghe realized that he had made a big mistake.

because……

"Look at you, and then look at others! Why can other men just show their phones to their targets?"

A young couple walked past the two of them while arguing.

……what?

At this moment, Sherlock's mobile phone held by Qing He suddenly felt like a hot potato.

hot.

Qinghe raised the phone, but Sherlock didn't pick it up.

Seeing this, she had no choice but to take a step closer and grabbed the detective's wrist.

Of course, a man's body is not as soft as a woman's. Because of the reason for childbearing, women will always accumulate more subcutaneous fat to protect the uterus.

Although Sherlock looked thin, his wrist bones that Qinghe felt were covered with a thin layer of muscle.At this moment, he was expressionless and didn't say a word, as if he was angry at those words before - Qinghe almost believed it, if his eyes didn't fall on his tightly clenched hand at the moment.

Qinghe glanced at him.

No matter how she broke it, Sherlock's tightly clenched hands remained motionless.

And if Qinghe wanted to throw the hot potato back into Sherlock's pocket, the latter would avoid it cleverly.

childish.

Is this still a temper tantrum?

After the two of them went back and forth several times, Qinghe finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Can this matter be over?" Qinghe was a little impatient, and she poked the back of his hand with her fingertips as she spoke.

The girl kept observing the expression on his face, and tried her best to use her meager psychological knowledge to analyze it.

In the end, Qinghe clasped his hands together very discerningly, "Can't I be wrong? You know, none of that is true."

"Hold me." Sherlock didn't reply to her words, but said to himself.

"Ok?"

"Right now."

Qinghe was a little hesitant, but she obediently complied.

But compared to holding hands, this should only be regarded as holding the corner of his clothes.

"I didn't expect that your flexibility is used in this aspect." Sherlock's eyes dropped to his cuffs, "Do you want me to explain more clearly?"

"--touch me."

He said "touchme", Qinghe's ears were a little soft.

The black-haired girl really couldn't figure out what was going on in Sherlock's mind. In order not to let the situation get out of control, she could only follow Sherlock's will—this time she was at fault again.

But even so, Qinghe's hand only lightly covered it, feeling a little stiff.

But Sherlock had achieved his goal, and he immediately reversed his grip.

By the way, a small wish of the girl next to her was fulfilled—releasing the hand that was tightly clenched just now, so that she could return the mobile phone to its original owner.

Qinghe didn't struggle with the reversed hand, and the initiative was actually never with her.

but……

Are they going in the opposite direction to 221b?And what's the matter with this guy who is clearly going in the opposite direction, but is so arrogant?

"Hi!" she said, "where are we going?"

"I thought you knew." Sherlock said it very confidently, but Qinghe tasted a trace of innocence from it.

I think you know.

"Please, you don't think 221b is fun, do you?"

Ah... Mistake.

Qinghe may also have underestimated the detective's occasional desire to have fun.