Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

It's snowing a lot in London this year.

Yvette was wrapped in outdated thick clothes, wearing a patched cashmere hat, and standing on the street with loose hair, looking around boredly.

Her shoulders and hat were covered with snow, but when it was about to accumulate, she stomped her feet, took off her hat and patted it.

This is the junction of London's gray area and the rich area, so naturally there is no suitable roof for her to hide from the snow.

However, she is naturally not a tramp... Everyone in this area knows her, and most of them understand that even if this woman started her career by stealing, it doesn't mean she is particularly easy to bully.

She came this time to discuss business with people.However, it is estimated that the other party has done some troublesome things, which caused him to be late for half an hour.

Yvette played with her fingers boredly, and she looked at the intersection from time to time, hoping that those bastards would arrive sooner.

After all, for her, nothing is more important than making a living.

After receiving this list, the new people she accepted - those homeless people who came from other places and were suffering from hunger and cold can have a full meal, and the loyal subordinates who have always been loyal can get more money to go home. Get some good meat and have a cozy Christmas.

There was the sound of the wheels of a carriage, and it was driving towards here unhurriedly.

Yvette straightened up.

"I must tell you," said the client, "Your Excellency, you must be careful not to be fooled by those tramps around you. These people live on fraud and will use your kindness to deceive you. There is no money. These scum, the scum of society, should not appear in the world."

The count leaned back on the comfortable cushion and replied lazily.

He looked over the fluttering curtain and saw Yvette waiting not far away.

The count sat up straight at once.

"Who's that?" he asked.

The client thought that his reminder had worked, so this honorable lord became vigilant.

"The one standing in front of the Mobius store?" She has a pretty face, but she is not easy to mess with. There was a young son of a nobleman who fell in love with her before, um... I don’t know why, but recently that nobleman almost detained his son at home and kept him under strict supervision. Tell me, this guy must have something special about him."

The count nodded.

"So," he said in a thoughtful tone, "her name is, Yvette."

"Yes, Your Excellency," the client said hastily, "This woman is quite famous in the gray area, but I don't know why she is standing here..."

The count heard nothing.

His eyes drifted through the wind and snow, looking at the red face that seemed to be a little frozen, and the pair of lively eyes.

Then, when Yvette turned her head and met his eyes, his heart beat violently and almost jumped out of his chest, leaving him.

He sniffed and felt that there was a strong sweet smell in the carriage.

"I want to get off," announced the count, "I have something to do."

The client froze for a moment.

"But, Your Excellency, the law and order here is not good..." He didn't stop him.

The count almost jumped down happily, not listening to what he was saying at all.

And Yvette, who found a fat sheep here, also came over.

"Sir," Yvette said with a strong local accent, pretending to be hungry, cold and weak, "can you give me some money? I have two younger sisters in my family, and I really can't survive. "

When she made a wrong footstep, she could hardly stand steadily, and she was about to fall down while staggering.

The count quickly reached out to help.

Too weak, he thought, is life so difficult?

Maybe he could take Yvette back?

Is it too early to propose now?What will the first child be named?

The count, who was thinking wildly, didn't even see that Yvette had slipped his wallet into his hand.

He didn't reach it, and felt empty, and Yvette had already stood up by herself.

The earl's purse was already in her arms, concealed by the wide sleeves.

Seeing that the count was looking for his wallet everywhere but couldn't find it, she sighed understandingly.

"Thank you, sir," said Yvette, "you are a good man. Good-bye, sir."

She left slowly.

And thinks that the blond stupid big man probably can't guess that she stole his wallet.

...so what?

Yvette thought sarcastically that what this guy was wearing, his pocket watch, and his boots were enough to prove that he was a rich man, maybe even a powerful nobleman.

Even if he found out, it wouldn't be a big deal. Yvette knew that most of these people didn't value this little money very much, and they just felt that their dignity had been challenged.

How ridiculous?She's running for the survival of a group of people who don't care about money.

"Wait a minute!" There was a shout behind him, it was the stupid big guy.

Found?

It was faster than she expected. It seems that this guy still has some brains.

Yvette paused, suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth, and looked at the count.

A mild and weary woman.

Seeing her, the count almost broke his heart. He stretched out his hand to pull her, but it bounced away when he was about to touch her.

It's impolite, he thought, looking at her and smiling a little silly again.

Oh, it seems that I didn't find it.

"Is there anything else, sir?" Yvette asked.

"Oh, um, ah..." the count hesitated for a long time, "Would you like to follow me?"

He struggled with this sentence for a long time, although he was tall, he looked like a hesitant puppy.

Yvette took a half step back sharply.

She looked around calmly, and was relieved when she saw that there were no thugs or bodyguards following her.

But she still didn't stop reprimanding, "Do you think I'm someone who is on call! Sir! I can't follow you. Even if I live in the gray area, I still have my own dignity!"

After finishing these words skillfully, she turned her head and left.

Now, eight out of ten such people will get annoyed and leave.

She has a pretty face, and it's not uncommon to meet someone like that at the junction.

"No, that's not it," the count hurriedly explained, "I just want to give you money. It doesn't mean that."

He followed Yvette, "I'm simple, I like you when I see you..."

"Because I look like your long-lost lover?" Yvette asked.

The Count's face turned red.

"I still," he faltered, "I don't have a lover yet, she hasn't agreed..."

The last sentence was said very softly, but it was still heard by Yvette.

"What does that have to do with me?" She paused at the boundary, "It's a gray area from now on, sir. You should go back."

For the sake of fat sheep's money, she reminded her.

"But...you haven't," said the count, "you come with me."

Then, like this, he followed the gray area all the way, walking behind her.

Yvette ignored him.

Who does he think he is?lover?

The vagabonds always want to find a gentle and considerate woman, Gu Jia, but those sanctimonious guys find it satisfying to save a woman who is in prison.

But that has nothing to do with her...

Wait, what is this idiot doing?

Yvette was almost a little dazed watching this fool who was beyond her cognition take off her valuables and threw them in front of those who were staring at him hungrily.

He didn't know that if he didn't look rich and powerful, wouldn't he be wiped out by these guys in less than a quarter of an hour?

Or did I give him wrong hints to make him feel safe here?no?

Seeing Yvette looking at him, the count blinked a little shyly.

He said something to those people again, and walked quickly to her side.

Then he handed her the pocket watch in his hand.

"They say it's pure gold, and it's worth a lot," said the count in a low voice. "I've kept it here for you. We'll see each other again."

Then he waved to her and left with the people who came to look for him.

Yvette could hardly figure out how his brain was growing.

Isn't his head used for thinking, for heightening?

Yvette walked up to the guys who were still there when the count left the place.

She laughed.

Those people put the things that the earl gave them in front of Yvette.

"Boss...boss," they said, "that's all, nothing more."

There were gold armbands, buttons, and trinkets, all very finely done.

Yvette raised an eyebrow.

"Don't wait for me to do it," she said.

Those people grimaced and began to fumble for their pockets, which were cleaner than their faces, and took out some more, which they placed on the ground.

Yvette hummed.

"What did he tell you?" she asked.

"Please ask us to protect you, boss, this is a reward," another person said flatteringly, "Isn't this a joke, this piece can survive because of your protection. But we feel that the fat sheep is not Zai Bai does not kill..."

Yvette raised her hand and shook it in the air.

The chattering guy sensibly shut up.

"Don't do that next time," she said. "It's mine. Putting my name on it, huh?"

The "um" is full of threats.

The people who were still gathered here flinched, then nodded desperately.

When Yvette waved her hand, they couldn't wait to scatter around, slipping faster than rabbits.

Yvette, on the other hand, squatted down slowly and picked up an armband on the ground.

"This guy, what do you want?" she murmured.

Bewildered by love?

She doesn't believe it.

This stupid big guy with blond hair must have some kind of plan...

"Go away," Yvette said with a broom to drive away the earl who was squatting at the door of her house.

"I won't," said the count, "I won't go."

No matter how the broom shouted and drank, he remained motionless.

Yvette really didn't have the habit of brutalizing innocent people.

She waved it for a long time, but it didn't hurt him at all.

The count seemed to see her attitude, and grabbed her broom again.

Yvette subconsciously swung him with a broom, but stopped when she was still a little away from his face.

She let go, and the Count took the broom and began to sweep the floor.

"I'll help you sweep the floor," he said diligently, "clean up, clean up."

Yvette felt powerless.

She threw something at him again.

The count knelt down with his head in his arms, but refused to leave.

This made Yvette almost irritated.

"I shouldn't be showing kindness today," she said angrily, "Get out of here, don't think that you are an earl and I will value you! I am not interested in you nobles at all!"

I really can't stand the Earl's stupidity, believing whatever others say.

She went up to stop her, and then the man who claimed to be lost followed her all the way here.

She tried to drop him several times on the way, only to be tricked again.

I had to help him clean up the mess little by little.

Is this some kind of punishment from God?

If she did something wrong, she could be judged by the law, why send such a thing to torture her?Why? ?

The Earl covered his face, then blinked at her, then swiped and let go.

"I'm not an earl now," said he, "I'm a tramp, hoping to be helped by Mademoiselle Yvette."

Yvette was expressionless, "Oh, really. Haha, it's really interesting."

After she finished speaking perfunctorily, she unscrewed the doorknob, ready to go in.

The count immediately stood up, staring at the door eagerly, as if seeing some precious treasure.

Yvette glared at him, and he sat back on the ground in frustration. If he had a tail, it must have drooped by this time.

Yvette looked at him and sighed.

"I don't know what you misunderstood me, but I'm obviously not in the range of you guys looking for entertainment objects," she dropped the sentence, walked in, and slammed the door shut.

The count froze for a moment, then crouched in a corner, pitiful, looking dejected and lost.

After a while, Yvette opened the door again and threw the wallet to him.

"Go away," she announced, "I stole your wallet. I'm a scoundrel, a rogue, a thief, stay as far away from me as possible..."

"Yes," interrupted the Count, "you are a thief."

He finally found his place to interject, holding his chest, and pretending to be back, "Oh, cute, eccentric thief, you stole my heart, made me feel at a loss, lingering..."

Yvette's expression twisted.

"Marry me, Yvette," the count knelt down on one knee and looked at her.

He didn't look dignified, but because of the hasty rush from the end of the project, he looked dusty and terribly embarrassed.

He came here temporarily, and Yvette planned to go to Manchester to develop.

did not tell him.

The count opened the ring box and heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I am smart and carry it with me all the time.

Yvette shook her head, "I'm not suitable for you."

She turned her back to the earl and said, "You can find a lady who is more suitable. My identity, my family property, and I have to support so many people...I can't go with you."

"But none of them are you," the count said earnestly, "I didn't come to you for the purpose of getting married."

He was a little aggrieved, "Do you really want me?"

Yvette reached out and stroked his head.

"Just think of me as trying to get your money," she said, "do you feel better if you think about it that way?"

She had just recently asked for a large sum of money from the earl, which was used to settle the family property, launder the funds, and change jobs.

Think of her as borrowing the right, anyway, it will be doubled and returned later.

"But..." the earl couldn't help but said, "There are so many rich people in Britain."

He said bluntly and naturally, "You only want my money, don't you like me?"

Clear logic and unique ideas.

As expected of him!

Yvette paused.

"That's not what I meant," she said, and couldn't help laughing, "Forget it."

Now that we have reached this point, there is no need to make it too clear.

She took the ring.

"Then you won't be able to get rid of me for the rest of your life," Yvette held his hand and said seriously, "I'm very demanding of my partner."

"My honour," said the count, affectively.

After a while, he asked furtively again, "Did you promise me?"

Yvette patted his hand.

"if not?"

The earl was silly and happy.

After a while, he asked again.

"Really? Am I not dreaming again?"

Yvette nodded, "Really."

Tired of asking, Yvette pulled off the earl's collar.

She looked at the bewildered count, and kissed him slowly.

After a moment, Yvette let go.

"Does it feel real now?" She straightened her messy clothes and asked.

The count stood there in a daze.

"I think..." he said in an erratic tone, "I think it's really a dream. I want to experience it again."

Yvette smiled, she wasn't stupid at this time.

"Beautiful thought," she said, slightly hiding the blush on her cheeks.

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