My brother is so fierce

The blond woman who came out of all kinds of men had her curly hair permed, which was obviously carefully taken care of. When she turned her face, everyone was amazed by it. The gentleness between her brows allowed her to stand out among many nobles and become the chief actress of the opera house.

She still smelled of wine, mixed with the smell of roses on her body, leaving a charming fragrance on the road she walked.

From time to time on the road, people looked at her and forgot the road they were walking on. There were even noble young men in the carriage who asked the groom to stop, and asked to take her home with bright eyes.

Of course, this was all rejected by Irene. She still carried a cake specially packed during the dinner party. In such a moderate autumn, she dissipated the smell of alcohol and cigarettes before leaning against the door. He bent his index finger and knocked on the door: "I'm back."

After a while, she heard hurried footsteps coming from the house, as if she had been waiting for her to come back, and she was not far from the gate.

With a click, the girl opened the door from the inside, and first she raised her face and sniffed at her body. That action was as cute as a puppy, which made Irene curl her mouth and open her arms to let her sniff, "Promise you won't drink." , have you heard it?"

The blond girl's hair had fallen to her waist, and even though she smelled the vague smell of alcohol, she only puffed up slightly, and pulled Irene's arm to drag her in.When Irene walked in, she realized that she was running over barefoot, and her slender ankles were occasionally exposed from her nightdress under her movements. When she tiptoes, she can still see the healthy powder on her heels.

Ever since she caught Maggie in the river, as an actress, Irene has been lamenting all the time that Maggie's appearance is much prettier than the noble ladies she has come into contact with. She is not as ostentatious as Irene, and more Like a lake in the forest, it is crystal clear and warm to the touch, not aggressive but enough to leave a deep impression on people.

Even Irene has to praise that Maggie, who has not received professional training, can always show her strengths in her gestures. This kind of unconscious movements and the beauty revealed are the most attractive place.

"I brought you your favorite cake." Irene handed the cake to her, stood in front of the hanger and unbuttoned the long coat, Maggie cut the cake and brought her the half with fruit first. Leaning closer, her graceful figure wrapped in a long coat was revealed. When Irene bent down, she just showed a perfect curve. Maggie looked away shyly, and said softly, "Irene, you eat first."

Irene didn't pick it up right away, and while Maggie wasn't looking at her, she dipped her index finger in a little cream, and when Maggie turned her face, the cream-stained finger was already close to her cheek, wiped it on her cheek, and showed it openly. Show up as an actor with perfect acting skills.

"Don't move, there's something on your face." Maggie was always very obedient, she kept her face up and kept still, and asked after waiting for a while, "Are you alright?"

Irene withdrew her hand and looked at Maggie whose face was painted with a smile: "Okay."

Maggie held the two dollops of cream on her cheeks and didn't notice until she went to bed.

She got up the next morning with a puffy face and didn't talk to Irene who was teasing her. She made breakfast on the table, put a glass of honey water next to her bed to relieve the hangover, and went to the library with her small bag on her back. .

She should have had this habit when she was young. When Irene fished her out of the river, she had a big bump on her head. The two older brothers, and the rest basically forgot about it.

It’s just that she is very afraid of tall buildings. She sometimes dreams of falling from tall buildings in her dreams. When she looks up at those tall buildings, her hands will tremble with fear. Fortunately, the library she is going to has only two floors, because childhood The knowledge instilled at the time made her extremely thirsty for knowledge, but she obviously didn't have the brains of William. She held the books and gnawed at the knowledge in the books.

Irene brought her women not only as husbands and children, she can be like Irene, even if she was born as a commoner, she can rely on herself to find her own way in this world, and she can solve her future life alone. Marriage is not a Necessary can be a choice, but it is not the end of life.

Perhaps it is because of the gap between the nobles and commoners in London, and because Irene used her money to let those commoner children realize their dreams, let them learn to play the violin, dance, and have a better future, Maggie She also set her dream of being a tutor, which is a very small and ordinary goal. When she told Irene, Irene hugged her directly and shattered all her anxiety.

"Maggie's dream is great, go ahead and do it boldly, you still have me."

As soon as such words were spoken, Maggie almost felt at ease. She hugged Irene back and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you, Irene."

The charming blond beauty stroked the girl's soft blond hair, and suddenly had the idea of ​​not wanting to return her to her relatives, but soon, she was no longer entangled in this matter.

After all, she has more things to do.

Maggie didn't know that Irene had already voluntarily resigned from the opera house. She wandered among high-ranking nobles and royal families to get what she wanted. She didn't tell anyone her real address. Successfully withdraw at the right time, and second, not interfere with Maggie's life.

She hoped that Maggie could have the quietest environment to do what she wanted to do, just like the children supported by her, blooming their own light in the world ruled by nobles.

Maggie was fascinated by seeing it in the bookstore. She was standing in the corner against the wall on the second floor. After an unknown amount of time, a person suddenly approached beside him. From the oppressive feeling when he stood beside him, one could tell that this person was very tall. Tall, Maggie took a little energy out of the book and looked up. The man is in a white shirt and black trousers. The jacket is very casual. His half-length hair falls loosely on his shoulders. He has a clear jaw line and slender eyebrows. He is a handsome young man. He was smiling, but he didn't look very easy to get along with.

Maggie blocked the book in front of her and tried her best to avoid touching him. Before she could ask him anything, the young man put his fingers to his mouth and made a gesture of not speaking to her.

He originally targeted her because of her slender figure, but he also knew that ordinary girls would not listen to him at all. After all, in his opinion, a strange man suddenly approached and refused to let you speak, it seems It's unbelievable that it makes people feel sick in the brain.

But he probably didn't realize that the girl's face was so piercing. When the ruby-like eyes stared at him, he felt his heart beat faster for a moment, and the blood in his body also flowed rapidly, causing his body temperature to rise. Maggie didn't notice the details, she just signaled with her puzzled eyes that he needed her help.

The speech he had prepared was suddenly choked back. Sherlock Holmes paused for a moment. He took out his small book from his pocket. The writing on it was not completely dry. He tore it off and stuffed it in Maggie's hand, as if I don't know that to avoid suspicion, I usually approach her and whisper in a very intimate distance.

"There's a bomb in the library and the door is locked."

Maggie opened her eyes wide, but she didn't make a sound, but looked at him in amazement, her eyes full of shock.

Sherlock took her to hide behind the bookshelf and looked at the group of people squatting in the corner on the first floor and hugging their heads. A bearded man was pointing a gun at someone's head, and the thin man beside him seemed to be Getting ready to go upstairs.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Sherlock frowned but quickly restrained himself. The girl next to him subconsciously grabbed his coat, looking at the situation on the first floor in a daze.After showing her the situation, Sherlock pointed to the small window in the corner, and Maggie looked over. The window was located in a remote place, or the place where Maggie reads was remote, and there was no one around. It was just the two of them here, which was why Sherlock could talk to her.

Realizing that she was still holding on to the strange man's clothes, Maggie quickly withdrew her hand.

"I'll hold you with a rope," Sherlock spoke quickly, and his eyes looked to the gap in the bookshelf behind him, so that he could see if anyone was approaching here. This is a remote corner of the library, and there is a pile of Books tied with ropes were piled up on the side. He squatted down and quickly untied three books, moved to the window and looked down at the height, then took out two more books, tied them with knots, and then looked back at Maggie, "You can do Arrived, Miss?"

Maggie has been standing far away, never approaching the window. Sherlock saw the fear in her eyes, and thought it was just girls' fear of such dangerous actions. His voice was very magnetic, especially on purpose. When suppressing her emotions to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, miss, I will hold you tightly."

Maggie glanced at him and walked over slowly.

Sherlock threw the rope down, and he looked back at the uneasy girl, and he couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted: "You are the library's only hope, I believe you can do it, right?"

Maggie raised her eyes, bit her lower lip, but asked back: "I can do it, right?"

Sherlock gave her enough confidence: "Of course, beautiful lady."

This window is not in the direction of the main door. Maggie is very clumsy when doing this kind of thing for the first time. She feels like a duck just learning to swim, rolling in the water, holding on to the window tightly. The rope, when she raised her head, she could see the blue veins popping out of Sherlock's forehead. Maggie looked at her slender waist suspiciously, thinking that it should not be her problem.

Sherlock watched the girl run desperately with her skirt in her hand. She looked weak, and could feel her hands trembling when she just pulled the rope, but the light in her eyes was not bound by etiquette and class. Perhaps more than her beautiful appearance, he admired such a pair of eyes, which were full of hope and determination, as touching as the blue sky.

Sherlock closed the window, untied the rope and stuffed it in the bookcase. Before the suspect came, he pretended to read the book seriously, and then he was dragged to the first floor and squatted there with the group of people.

If the little girl went the wrong way, then he might have to use his second plan.