It's so subtle... Obviously he had been staying in England before.
Darian wanted to ask aloud, but she swallowed the words when she got to her mouth—otherwise, she would have to give up.
Conscientious and conscientious, Dalyan only wanted to do a good job with the job at hand and leave early-she didn't think that at her speed, it would take much time to measure the house.
It wasn't until Sherlock opened the door that Darian suddenly realized that she was still too young.
The house in front of me is not without decoration.
The dark-haired girl's eyes scanned the facilities inside, and suddenly felt that her professional level had been greatly challenged.
To be reasonable, although she was forced to become a vampire when she was 16 years old, she was admitted to a degree with her own efforts after she left and flew high.After being severely beaten by the society, she felt that the mess in front of her seemed to be more difficult to deal with than the nonsensical demands of ten Party A's fathers.
The renovations in this house are literally the opposite of the idea.It doesn’t matter if there are exposed wires on the wall, and it doesn’t matter if there is no waterproof layer, but there is no dry and wet separation in the bathroom—to Dalyan, this is too abnormal.
"Mr. Holmes," Daryan said after much consideration, "I don't think I am qualified for this job, or you should find—"
She was interrupted by the other party before she finished speaking, "No."
The curly-haired man leaned against the door, not intending to come in. He glanced at the girl standing on the stairs, moved his thin lips, and added, "I can add money."
Cut to the right track cleanly and sharply, hitting the nail with too much precision.
Darian, new to New York and not yet fully established, is in dire need of money.
These words seemed to be wrapped in honey, and there was absolutely no room for rejection.
Money can make a ghost run the mill.
Darian thought again and nodded, "But—who has such a strange brain circuit that can decorate a good house like this?"
Dalyan has a strong understanding of things, and quickly accepted the fact that "the ex-boyfriend has become the new father of Party A".As a designer with professional ethics, of course she has to ask politely.
However, perhaps because of the soul imprint, Dalyan still stood where she was, not showing any intention of approaching Sherlock.
This seemed to make him a little unhappy.
So, his shoulder left the door frame, and the man approached Daryan, stood beside her, lowered his voice slightly, "Do you want to go up and have a look?"
He didn't answer Darien's question, and the latter, very politely, directly blamed it on the remorse of the arrogant detective's wrong choice in decoration.
This house is quite spacious, and the location is also very good, revealing a rich man's atmosphere everywhere.Darian pretended to carelessly touched the back of her neck again - the burning sensation there became more pronounced because of Sherlock's approach.And there is only one way to make this uncomfortable feeling go away.
Dalyan glanced at the man beside her, trying to keep the atmosphere from being too condensed, and she asked casually, "Did you buy this house?"
"Almost." Sherlock replied.Different from the usual cold yes or no reply, he even added, "Strictly speaking, it is my father's money. But in law, I have the same inheritance rights as McCaw, so his is equivalent to mine. "
Dalyan couldn't help laughing, "It sounds like you are a heartless son."
Although she already knew who Mycroft was in Sherlock's mouth, she still raised her mouth, "The one you mentioned—"
"He is my brother, Mycroft Holmes." Sherlock said without looking back as he searched for something in the study.
He paused for a moment, "Maybe you can see him later."
Dalyan didn't go in, but stood at the door of the study and thought with a low eyebrow, "Mr. Holmes, your house has many safety hazards and is not conducive to living in, so during the renovation period and the next three months, you You can't come back here."
She just talked about the matter, expressing her concern for customers, "Is there any place you can go?"
Sherlock finally found his things, turned to Darien and said of course.
Dalyan breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course she would not admit that she still had some residual concern for Sherlock Holmes.
When she came out of the Metropolitan Police Department just now, some police officers told her the gossip: the famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes had just come out of the New York rehabilitation center.
Combining these words with the scene in front of her, a sense of sympathy arose in Dalyan's heart.
Too bad for Sherlock... she thought.He came out of the rehabilitation center before he recovered from his illness. Now that he has done this, he can't even live in his own house, so he looks like he wants to sleep on the street.
Looking at it this way, her situation is a little bit better than Sherlock's.
At least she doesn't have to worry about where to stay tonight.She has already taken a look at the house on the APP, and the conditions there are perfect, but the rent is a bit expensive.
Dalyan's work efficiency has always been very fast. After wandering around the house for two more times, she finally couldn't help it, and began to focus on the man in the study.
Sherlock was holding something similar to a document in his hand. He moved his eyes down, and after his sharp and clear eyes focused on it, he never moved even a tiny bit, not even pursing his lips.
He looked rather thin - Dalyan thought, as if he had suffered a serious illness, and the curl of his black hair was obviously disheveled.
Mingming told her rationally that she couldn't cast so many eyes on this person beyond her duty, but she just... couldn't restrain herself perfectly.
Perhaps one-sided soul mates also exhibit unrivaled attraction.
She didn't just want to look at him purely like this.
What am I thinking about all day long...! !
Dalyan patted her cheek lightly.
But she didn't do it on purpose - if it wasn't for this damn connection, she believed that she must be very indifferent now.
Dalyan sighed softly, she was sure that this small movement would not be noticed by the other party.However, just a second before the girl was about to look away, Sherlock happened to look at her.
His gaze swept over the girl's face indifferently, and finally he noticed something, his originally scrutinizing gaze became subtle again, and even his tone was slightly familiar to Dalyan, "Darian, you are blushing. "
Hearing this, the black-haired girl reached out and touched her face subconsciously.
This action seemed funny to Sherlock, but familiar.
Dalyan felt a long-lost heat.
She glared at Sherlock, but the pale blush against the fair complexion looked very beautiful in the eyes of the man.
It looks very smoky.
Sherlock tried hard to remove this absurd notion from his mind, and wanted to observe the person in front of him more carefully and obtain more information.
Just when he was about to get closer, the other party said, "I'm leaving."
Dalyan glanced at the interior structure for the last time, "The new design will be handed over to you as soon as possible, and you can ask me if you have any questions about the decoration."
"I'll see you off, I just want to go out." Sherlock said, walking down the stairs first.
It's more like a decision than a proposal or an invitation.He made a unilateral decision that the other party would not refuse.
Darian had to follow him downstairs.
He has been like this since he was a child, always stubbornly insisting on everything he thinks is right, while being a little tough, he can't help exuding an irresistible magic power.
Forget it, so be it.
Anyway, it's been like this every time before.
Just follow behind him, and don't worry about the rest.
Darian followed behind him step by step, Sherlock opened the door, and the cold air from outside rushed in.
The man didn't move, but waited for Daryan to leave first.
This is also a manifestation of politeness.
Just when Dalyan was about to cross the threshold and go out, she suddenly heard the usual deep voice of the curly-haired man floating in the air, and finally poured into her eardrums, "Help me."
This sudden command made Dalyan unprepared, but in the next second, it changed.
"...can you?"
Like a request.
Dalyan then looked at Sherlock, and found that his face was paler than before, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
She was far away from Sherlock just now, and she had been deliberately avoiding eye contact, so she didn't notice it.
In the past, she was used to seeing the other party's easy-going look, but now suddenly faced with his very few vulnerable moments, Dalyan still couldn't react.
He seems to be ill.
This thought suddenly became heavy when Darian's hand touched Sherlock's forehead.
Since Sherlock was much taller than her, she almost reached out on tiptoe to take her temperature, so this slightly intimate action didn't last long and ended.
When the back of her hand touched the other's forehead, Dalyan keenly noticed that the burning sensation on the back of her neck disappeared.
Even a vampire without body temperature can still feel the higher temperature on Sherlock's body than ordinary people.
Did this guy just come out of rehab with a fever, and instead of recuperating at home, he rushed to the police station instead?
What a fool.
Dalyan scolded idiot silently in her heart, "Why don't I take you to the hospital?"
Concern at a glance.
Sherlock suddenly felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, and it was difficult to open them even under the stimulation of strong light.Unable to hold on any longer, he fell straight forward.
The girl who had been standing in front of him reflexively hugged him back to prevent him from losing his balance and falling.
Although now it seems that it is more likely that Dalyan lost his balance first.
It was clearly a long-lost intimate contact, but Dalyan didn't know what to do.
At this moment, the other party's chin rested on her shoulder socket, and when he jumped down, his cheek rubbed against Darian's neck unconsciously.It was even more tormenting now—the soft breath scratched her skin like a feather, more like... scratching her heart.
Even though it was the first meeting in so many years, she had an illusion that she was about to admit defeat.
Dalyan touched down the other's arm, only to find that he was holding something in his hand.
Darian wanted to ask aloud, but she swallowed the words when she got to her mouth—otherwise, she would have to give up.
Conscientious and conscientious, Dalyan only wanted to do a good job with the job at hand and leave early-she didn't think that at her speed, it would take much time to measure the house.
It wasn't until Sherlock opened the door that Darian suddenly realized that she was still too young.
The house in front of me is not without decoration.
The dark-haired girl's eyes scanned the facilities inside, and suddenly felt that her professional level had been greatly challenged.
To be reasonable, although she was forced to become a vampire when she was 16 years old, she was admitted to a degree with her own efforts after she left and flew high.After being severely beaten by the society, she felt that the mess in front of her seemed to be more difficult to deal with than the nonsensical demands of ten Party A's fathers.
The renovations in this house are literally the opposite of the idea.It doesn’t matter if there are exposed wires on the wall, and it doesn’t matter if there is no waterproof layer, but there is no dry and wet separation in the bathroom—to Dalyan, this is too abnormal.
"Mr. Holmes," Daryan said after much consideration, "I don't think I am qualified for this job, or you should find—"
She was interrupted by the other party before she finished speaking, "No."
The curly-haired man leaned against the door, not intending to come in. He glanced at the girl standing on the stairs, moved his thin lips, and added, "I can add money."
Cut to the right track cleanly and sharply, hitting the nail with too much precision.
Darian, new to New York and not yet fully established, is in dire need of money.
These words seemed to be wrapped in honey, and there was absolutely no room for rejection.
Money can make a ghost run the mill.
Darian thought again and nodded, "But—who has such a strange brain circuit that can decorate a good house like this?"
Dalyan has a strong understanding of things, and quickly accepted the fact that "the ex-boyfriend has become the new father of Party A".As a designer with professional ethics, of course she has to ask politely.
However, perhaps because of the soul imprint, Dalyan still stood where she was, not showing any intention of approaching Sherlock.
This seemed to make him a little unhappy.
So, his shoulder left the door frame, and the man approached Daryan, stood beside her, lowered his voice slightly, "Do you want to go up and have a look?"
He didn't answer Darien's question, and the latter, very politely, directly blamed it on the remorse of the arrogant detective's wrong choice in decoration.
This house is quite spacious, and the location is also very good, revealing a rich man's atmosphere everywhere.Darian pretended to carelessly touched the back of her neck again - the burning sensation there became more pronounced because of Sherlock's approach.And there is only one way to make this uncomfortable feeling go away.
Dalyan glanced at the man beside her, trying to keep the atmosphere from being too condensed, and she asked casually, "Did you buy this house?"
"Almost." Sherlock replied.Different from the usual cold yes or no reply, he even added, "Strictly speaking, it is my father's money. But in law, I have the same inheritance rights as McCaw, so his is equivalent to mine. "
Dalyan couldn't help laughing, "It sounds like you are a heartless son."
Although she already knew who Mycroft was in Sherlock's mouth, she still raised her mouth, "The one you mentioned—"
"He is my brother, Mycroft Holmes." Sherlock said without looking back as he searched for something in the study.
He paused for a moment, "Maybe you can see him later."
Dalyan didn't go in, but stood at the door of the study and thought with a low eyebrow, "Mr. Holmes, your house has many safety hazards and is not conducive to living in, so during the renovation period and the next three months, you You can't come back here."
She just talked about the matter, expressing her concern for customers, "Is there any place you can go?"
Sherlock finally found his things, turned to Darien and said of course.
Dalyan breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course she would not admit that she still had some residual concern for Sherlock Holmes.
When she came out of the Metropolitan Police Department just now, some police officers told her the gossip: the famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes had just come out of the New York rehabilitation center.
Combining these words with the scene in front of her, a sense of sympathy arose in Dalyan's heart.
Too bad for Sherlock... she thought.He came out of the rehabilitation center before he recovered from his illness. Now that he has done this, he can't even live in his own house, so he looks like he wants to sleep on the street.
Looking at it this way, her situation is a little bit better than Sherlock's.
At least she doesn't have to worry about where to stay tonight.She has already taken a look at the house on the APP, and the conditions there are perfect, but the rent is a bit expensive.
Dalyan's work efficiency has always been very fast. After wandering around the house for two more times, she finally couldn't help it, and began to focus on the man in the study.
Sherlock was holding something similar to a document in his hand. He moved his eyes down, and after his sharp and clear eyes focused on it, he never moved even a tiny bit, not even pursing his lips.
He looked rather thin - Dalyan thought, as if he had suffered a serious illness, and the curl of his black hair was obviously disheveled.
Mingming told her rationally that she couldn't cast so many eyes on this person beyond her duty, but she just... couldn't restrain herself perfectly.
Perhaps one-sided soul mates also exhibit unrivaled attraction.
She didn't just want to look at him purely like this.
What am I thinking about all day long...! !
Dalyan patted her cheek lightly.
But she didn't do it on purpose - if it wasn't for this damn connection, she believed that she must be very indifferent now.
Dalyan sighed softly, she was sure that this small movement would not be noticed by the other party.However, just a second before the girl was about to look away, Sherlock happened to look at her.
His gaze swept over the girl's face indifferently, and finally he noticed something, his originally scrutinizing gaze became subtle again, and even his tone was slightly familiar to Dalyan, "Darian, you are blushing. "
Hearing this, the black-haired girl reached out and touched her face subconsciously.
This action seemed funny to Sherlock, but familiar.
Dalyan felt a long-lost heat.
She glared at Sherlock, but the pale blush against the fair complexion looked very beautiful in the eyes of the man.
It looks very smoky.
Sherlock tried hard to remove this absurd notion from his mind, and wanted to observe the person in front of him more carefully and obtain more information.
Just when he was about to get closer, the other party said, "I'm leaving."
Dalyan glanced at the interior structure for the last time, "The new design will be handed over to you as soon as possible, and you can ask me if you have any questions about the decoration."
"I'll see you off, I just want to go out." Sherlock said, walking down the stairs first.
It's more like a decision than a proposal or an invitation.He made a unilateral decision that the other party would not refuse.
Darian had to follow him downstairs.
He has been like this since he was a child, always stubbornly insisting on everything he thinks is right, while being a little tough, he can't help exuding an irresistible magic power.
Forget it, so be it.
Anyway, it's been like this every time before.
Just follow behind him, and don't worry about the rest.
Darian followed behind him step by step, Sherlock opened the door, and the cold air from outside rushed in.
The man didn't move, but waited for Daryan to leave first.
This is also a manifestation of politeness.
Just when Dalyan was about to cross the threshold and go out, she suddenly heard the usual deep voice of the curly-haired man floating in the air, and finally poured into her eardrums, "Help me."
This sudden command made Dalyan unprepared, but in the next second, it changed.
"...can you?"
Like a request.
Dalyan then looked at Sherlock, and found that his face was paler than before, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
She was far away from Sherlock just now, and she had been deliberately avoiding eye contact, so she didn't notice it.
In the past, she was used to seeing the other party's easy-going look, but now suddenly faced with his very few vulnerable moments, Dalyan still couldn't react.
He seems to be ill.
This thought suddenly became heavy when Darian's hand touched Sherlock's forehead.
Since Sherlock was much taller than her, she almost reached out on tiptoe to take her temperature, so this slightly intimate action didn't last long and ended.
When the back of her hand touched the other's forehead, Dalyan keenly noticed that the burning sensation on the back of her neck disappeared.
Even a vampire without body temperature can still feel the higher temperature on Sherlock's body than ordinary people.
Did this guy just come out of rehab with a fever, and instead of recuperating at home, he rushed to the police station instead?
What a fool.
Dalyan scolded idiot silently in her heart, "Why don't I take you to the hospital?"
Concern at a glance.
Sherlock suddenly felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, and it was difficult to open them even under the stimulation of strong light.Unable to hold on any longer, he fell straight forward.
The girl who had been standing in front of him reflexively hugged him back to prevent him from losing his balance and falling.
Although now it seems that it is more likely that Dalyan lost his balance first.
It was clearly a long-lost intimate contact, but Dalyan didn't know what to do.
At this moment, the other party's chin rested on her shoulder socket, and when he jumped down, his cheek rubbed against Darian's neck unconsciously.It was even more tormenting now—the soft breath scratched her skin like a feather, more like... scratching her heart.
Even though it was the first meeting in so many years, she had an illusion that she was about to admit defeat.
Dalyan touched down the other's arm, only to find that he was holding something in his hand.
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