My years as a menswear boss

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Russell." Ji Qiu put down the gold-rimmed bony spur teacup in his hand, and the unique bitterness of tea came from the tip of his tongue.

"Mr. Gary, you have helped me a lot." The countess looked gently at the thin boy opposite, "I can send you to school."

After Jiqiu came to this world, it was the first time someone said that she would be sent to study, and her brain froze.

But aware of his identity, he still rejected the kind lady's offer, "Mrs. Russell, I've become obsessed with the job of detective, and the life in the ivory tower is not suitable for me."

The Countess sighed, "Of course I am too ideal."

"No, ma'am. A helpful heart is a treasure in the world. There is one thing I would like to ask of you."

Jiqiu's green eyes flashed, and he said under the gesture of Mrs. Russell's eyes, "I escaped from an orphanage. Maybe you think I don't know good and bad, but please allow me to tell my own difficulties .”

She paused, "The orphanage is in Sully Farm, outside of London. Thomas, the head of the orphanage, is a villain who does all kinds of evil... He always calls some girls to his room at night. My sister also... So I escaped, looking for a way to get revenge."

As early as in that carriage, Jiqiu had already figured out what he wanted, and it was the best solution to remove the uneasy hidden danger with the help of the countess.

"I will find someone to investigate this matter. What else?" The countess frowned in disgust.

"I want you to find a suitable person to manage the orphanage." Jiqiu thought for a while and made another request.

The countess couldn't help laughing, "I mean, do you have anything you want?"

"Not yet. I am quite satisfied with my current life." Jiqiu shook her head, she is not keen on money and treasures.

After eating the last bite of creme brulee, Jiqiu bid farewell to the countess.

"Mr. Gary, you have a very beautiful soul." The elegant lady watched Jiqiu's back disappear into the garden corridor.

"Yes, ma'am. You have always had a good eye for seeing people." The personal maid agreed meekly.

"No matter what I say, you agree with it!" The countess glanced at the loyal and honest maid, her face puffed up.

"Yes, you are always right." The maid has been loyal for ten years.

"Thank you very much. During that period of time, you helped me hide from my father that I sneaked out every day, so that I could have an unforgettable memory." The Countess put down the teacup in her hand, with a trace of nostalgia in her eyes.

"Mr. Gary, this is what Madam asked me to hand over to you." Jiqiu took the box handed over by the tall butler in confusion, opened a corner, and there were four creme brulee lying quietly inside.

Jiqiu returned to 221b, feeling relaxed all over.Unknowingly, she already regarded this place as a shelter from the wind in her heart.

"Where's Watson?" Jiqiu walked into the living room and found Holmes alone in the living room.

Just when Jiqiu thought that Holmes would not answer, Mr. Detective said indifferently, "A date."

"It looks like there will be a wedding soon." Jiqiu took off his coat and slumped on the sofa.

Holmes snorted coldly, "It's a boring decision." In his mind, apart from thrilling cases, there was nothing that would interest London detectives.

There is no such thing as marriage in his mind, and he even thinks it is a burden.

"Watson must have his own life. And, Holmes, have you had another injection?!"

After getting along for a while, Jiqiu dropped the initial honorific title and started calling her by his first name.

"The commission these days can't be more low-level." Holmes ignored Jiqiu's yelling.

"Don't change the subject, Mr. Holmes." With a calm face, Jiqiu stepped forward and pressed Holmes' arm, tearing off the nicotine patch on it, "You have been injecting for many days, even though it is only a 7% drug solution, This kind of thing won't let you meet a big case of the century. By the way, I have asked Mrs. Hudson to put away some of the tobacco."

"You mean the shredded tobacco in the tea caddy? If you look at it in a few days, there is none left." Holmes fumbled for an empty syringe from the inner pocket of his dressing-gown.

Jiqiu felt that his anger was getting bigger and bigger, and the joy of eating creme brulee an hour ago was gone.

"Okay, I will ask Mrs. Hudson to bring a creme brulee from Mrs. Harley's Bakery tomorrow when she is shopping for vegetables. So, let me relax now." Holmes said perfunctorily, putting his feet on the coffee table, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"Holmes, sooner or later you will fall into a big stumble. It will be the price you pay for underestimating women." Ji Qiu became a blowfish.

"What's wrong with you guys?" After the date, Watson could see crooked pink bubbles around him, but when he saw two roommates in the Shura field, the pink bubbles were instantly burst.

"It seems that you had a pleasant afternoon." Jiqiu, as a single dog for two lifetimes, cannot appreciate the sweetness of love.

"Of course. I believe good things are coming soon." Watson thought of passing by an emerald ring in the window of a jewelry store, and his savings would be enough for a while.Then he would be able to make an unforgettable proposal to Mary.

"Christie's case is really wonderful. Your interpretation is as wonderful as the case. I even want to record it for you!"

Watson felt itchy when he thought of Jiqiu's description of her adventures. Although the four signatures made him and Mary achieve success, but the real and fake writers did not participate in it, and I feel regretful when I think about it.

"Thank you for your compliment." Jiqiu thanked habitually, but another thing was on his mind.

Hockley is not like the kind of person who can plan so comprehensively, but commits crimes like a veteran.

No matter how tough her mental quality is, if she didn't find out that the smoked fish on Hockley's dinner plate was left intact when she visited the prison, she would not have found a loophole.

Not to mention that Hockley collapsed as soon as he was exposed.This way of committing crimes is more like a professor guiding them.

Was there some kind of connection between the skinny, nervous woman in the alley and the professor?

Jiqiu shook his head, putting this absurd idea to the bottom of his heart, "Watson, Earl Russell's chef's skills are superb, do you want to try it?"

She generously contributed pudding, Watson was the first person in this world to accept her, Jiqiu would not be stingy.

"Okay." Watson still had a high degree of acceptance of desserts, but Holmes thought desserts were too sweet.