[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

While giving you a glass of water to let you splash her, but looking at you pitifully and hoping you don't splash it.

Are you splashing or not?

Janna thought very thoroughly, whether to splash or not, is just the difference between a glass of water.

A glass of water to quench the wrath of the grim reaper is definitely a good deal.

One second, five seconds, ten seconds, but Janna's smile froze as she waited, and Osiris on the sofa still didn't take the cup.

"You think this is a problem that a glass of water can solve?" Osiris finally took the glass of water, but knocked it hard next to the remote control.The water in the glass hit the wall of the glass and spilled some onto the table.

"Then..." Janna asked cautiously, "Two glasses?"

"Jana." Osiris called out her name clearly, he stood up from the sofa, the distance between the two was too close, he was a head taller than her, staring at her aggressively, forcing Janna to back away Take a step forward, "You know what I want."

Janna put away all her fake smiles and nodded, "...I know." He wanted her dead.

Osiris was about to say something more, but found the human in front of him biting his lip, looking very aggrieved.

It's obvious that she lied to him, so why does it feel like he's bullying her?

He obviously came here with a temper, but now he suddenly realized that there was nothing left.

"I hope you keep your promise this time."

The lights in the room and the TV screen went out at the same time, depriving Janna of all light perception.

It turned on again a second later, and the "person" in front of her had disappeared.

Janna turned around and sat on the sofa chair. The velvet on it was cool, and there was no trace of someone sitting on it just now.

She picked up the glass of water, slowly poured it down her throat, and put it back to its original place after drinking the whole glass.

I'm afraid this time, she still won't be able to keep her promise.

But after death, think about it after death.

***

Just before dinner, there was another knock on the door of the Baker Street Flower Shop.

Janna knew who it was when Laura opened the door and let someone in without a word.

Janna and Lola are just starting to make dinner at this time.

Holding a small kitchen knife in her hand, she blurted out after seeing McCoff: "Boss, why are you dressed like this today?"

Today, Mycroft is wearing a white shirt with a tough neckline, a black tuxedo with most of the shirt buttons exposed, and a black bow tie on the neckline.

"The place you are going to today is a bit special, you have to change your clothes." Mycroft did not explain his outfit.

It was only then that Janna realized that there was someone else behind Mycroft, who was the woman in the office dress who woke up Janna when she first came.

Holding a piece of clothing in a laundry bag in her hand, she walked upstairs familiarly, "Miss Heather, please follow me, and I will take you to change."

Mycroft had just finished talking to Laura about spying on Sherlock when Janna came downstairs.

After turning around and seeing Janna dressed up, he said, "Very suitable."

The dark red dress set off her reddish-brown short shoulder-length hair, and a pair of silver earrings dangled charmingly on the earlobes.

Janna thought about herself, then at Mycroft's attire.

"Party?" Janna asked speculatively.

"Close, but this party is thrown by the most powerful man in the country."

The corners of Janna's lips curled up: "Aren't you the most powerful person in this country?"

McCoff smiled and denied without hesitation: "I think you probably misunderstood something."

When the vehicle drove into a certain British landmark, Janna knew who the most powerful person in this so-called country was.

But as for being the most powerful, or having a title for nothing, that's another matter.

"I need to do something?" Janna looked out the window at the lavish garden setting. "I don't think you brought me here simply because the party is only for two people, and I'm here to collect tickets."

"Of course not." Mycroft knew that Janna would ask sooner or later, "MI6 has received information that a certain agent from Northern Europe will appear at this party. And those noble people don't like to dress too seriously The bodyguards stay together, so the number of people on the table in the lobby is limited."

After the vehicle came to a complete stop, the door was opened by a waiter from outside the car.

"A Nordic agent? Why are you sitting here, stealing a custom-made wine glass?" Janna followed Mycroft out.

The bright red carpet leads to the noble and luxurious Buckingham Palace.

"There is a famous colonel present this time. He has a lot of important information, and there are also many people who want to solve him."

Mycroft bent his right arm, motioning for Janna to put it on.

Janna hesitated for a few seconds before pulling it on, "Is this also the rule for two-person tickets?"

"No, it's a courtesy," Mycroft replied.

The door is close in front of you, and someone has already greeted you at the door.

"After stepping through that door, don't mention double tickets, don't mention stealing wine glasses, and give your boss a little face, okay?" Mycroft's smile remained undiminished.

"Of course, but we..." In what capacity should we join this party?

"Hi, Duke of Norfolk, how are you doing?"

Janna's words were interrupted, and Mycroft greeted a man dressed similarly to him.

Faced with such an occasion, Janna felt a little bit of pressure, so she could only silently put a smile on the corner of her mouth.

From the conversation between Mycroft and other people, Janna learned that this party was the little princess' birthday party.

A birthday party can gather more than half of the people with titles and names from all walks of life across the country. I am afraid that only people with this status can do it.

"It's him." Mycroft responded in a low voice, "Colonel Xiweli, long time no see."

The man in the military uniform with a row of meritorious medals on his chest, called Colonel Xiweli, saluted Mycroft, "Yes, long time no see, sir."

"Sir?" Janna glanced at Mycroft in confusion, "Have you ever led troops to fight?"

"No, he was my subordinate at the beginning." Mycroft explained.

"Yes, it was Mycroft who introduced me after discovering my talent on the battlefield." Colonel Siweli held out his hand to Janna, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your female companion?"

"Jana, this is Colonel Siweli." His address to her suddenly made Janna a little uncomfortable, "Colonel Siweli, this is Heather."

Janna shook that hand, and she also changed her title slightly, "I heard McCoff talk about you, your military achievements are outstanding, very remarkable."

As for the time we talked about, it was in the car just now.

Colonel Sivelly was very interested in the presence of women around Mycroft, "I remember that you didn't look like someone who would bring a female companion to such an occasion."

Mycroft replied calmly: "The times have changed, and you should also introduce a certain girl to me."

Janna: "..." This is not at all like what Mycroft would say.

Xiweli shook his head: "The career I'm engaged in is too dangerous, and I don't want my girl to find out that I can't come back one day."

Janna felt that what he said was very reasonable. It is self-evident that someone who will attack him at a small party will be dangerous at other times.

Turning around, Mycroft reminded Janna: "In the next time, I hope you can keep an eye on him."

Janna smiled: "How to do it, abandon you and become his girl?"

Naturally, Mycroft would not answer, and for the rest of the time, Janna's gaze at the party had to be followed closely by the colonel's figure.

Janna's eyes froze, and she saw a familiar person in the crowd——Natasha.

She was wearing a sexy red-haired black dress, holding a goblet as she shuttled through the crowd.

Janna blinked suspiciously a few times to see if she was mistaken.

Shouldn't she have nothing to do with the previous world?

Just as they were thinking of finding a reason to follow, a waiter walked towards them, "Mr. Holmes, the Queen invites you to dinner."

"Which queen?" Janna asked in a low voice.But in the next second she realized that there could be another queen.

Janna was about to let go of Mycroft's arm when the waiter reminded again: "The queen wants you to take this lady with you."

Janna: "???"

They were guided by the waiters all the way out of the banquet hall and went to a small living room next to the banquet hall.

On the way, Janna reminded Mycroft, "What about that colonel?" What about Natasha?

"Others will stare at it for the time being, and wait for you to find an excuse to leave."

Looking for an excuse to leave the Queen's dinner party?

This really presented her with a century-old problem.

The noble decoration environment, the exquisite round table dinner, and the gathering of the most powerful people in this country.

The queen, the prime minister, and those queens and princesses Janna had only seen on TV.

"Thank you very much for your invitation, Your Highness." Mycroft bowed politely.

Janna followed with a curtsy. Although she hadn't learned this aspect of etiquette, she had seen some on TV.

After serving the table, Janna looked at the large and small knives and forks, white plates and glasses, and fell into deep thought.

If this is the excellent agent Janna Heather, has she ever learned royal dining etiquette?

Janna didn't know, she hadn't learned it anyway.

While she was staring at five glasses of different sizes, a voice came from her ear.

This built-in headset was asked by Mycroft before getting out of the car.

"Miss Heather, according to Boss's instruction just now, I will guide you how to dine at the royal table."

Janna casts a small glance at Mycroft, who is talking to the Prime Minister.

She swore it was the most unbearable dinner she had ever had.