My years as a menswear boss

On a sunny afternoon, Watson knelt on one knee on the soft lawn, opened the small black velvet box in his palm, and the emerald ring reflected a layer of light and shadow.

Mary Morstan covered her mouth with joy, and tears glistened in her light blue eyes.

Jiqiu bought a bag of pigeon food not far away and fed it to the pigeons, his mouth was stuffed with a big mouthful of dog food.

Before going out, Watson nervously forgot the ring on the table. She ran to the park as fast as she could, and it was just right, no more than a second.

Lovers finally get married, and under the light orange sunset, two like-minded people embrace each other excitedly.

For a moment, she even tried to change the ending of Mary Morstan's desperation.

The original book does not mention the cause of Mary's death, but there is information about Mary's death in "The Case of the Soldier Returning Spotted Face".

The entire "Detective Sherlock Holmes" is recorded and written from Watson's perspective. It is impossible for him to write the process of his lover's death into his own novel.

The abilities she has are nothing more than the vision and insight of her previous life. The excited heart gradually calmed down. Jiqiu left the park. This is the memory of Watson and Miss Morstan. The task of escorting the proposal ring has been completed. It's time for her to leave.

"Buy some chocolate puffs, just to eat while watching "Moon on the Sea", with a cup of grapefruit fruit tea~" Jiqiu thought about how to spend this wonderful afternoon tea time, wishing to grow a pair of wings and fly back Nested in front of the fireplace in 221B.

"Boom—" Just as Jiqiu turned his head to look at the maple syrup bread outside the newly opened bakery, he bumped into a soft body, and his body staggered back uncontrollably.

Just when she thought she was about to fall hard to the ground, she was grabbed by a man wearing a scarlet velvet glove.

"Sorry, are you okay?" The owner of the hand had a lazy and hoarse voice, Jiqiu couldn't help but look up, and broke into a pair of deep and passionate dark blue eyes.

Jiqiu has seen many beauties in this era. Although Sophia in the nursery rhyme is conservatively dressed, she has exquisite facial features, and no matter how simple the clothes are, she can't hide her beauty. Miss Mary Morstan is strong and intelligent, and her temperament and facial features complement each other. A unique beauty, and every move of the countess in the greenhouse reveals the elegance of flowing water, "Moths in the Air" fully describes her own beauty.

The strange lady in front of her once again brought her a shock, telling her that there is no upper limit to her appearance.

I thought I had already met the most beautiful person, but the reality hit me in the face.Like a rose with thorns, she thought in her mind that the usual humble words were useless, and she lost her voice rarely.

The strange and beautiful lady in front of her saw Jiqiu looking at her face stupidly without blinking her eyes. After a while, she lowered her head and apologized softly with her face flushed. shop and bought three loaves of maple syrup.

"This is an apology~" The lady took Jiqiu's hand, put the bread wrapped in oiled paper on her hand, and rubbed Jiqiu's half-finger-long curly hair.

oh god!She was attacked by a woman's beauty!Jiqiu felt his face was hot, and he read Mrs. Hudson's exclamation in his heart.

It wasn't until she returned to 221b and curled up in front of the fireplace that brought her warmth that Jiqiu realized that she had completely forgotten about the chocolate puffs, and that her beauty was misleading.

Put the unexpected maple syrup bread on the edge of the fireplace, the thick maple syrup is baked and gives off the sweet aroma of honey, ahhh, I eat one in a few bites.After eating, he licked the sugar residue on his mouth with unsatisfied desire.

The fire dispelled the coldness in the room, "It's impossible for such a stunning beauty to not be famous in London." Jiqiu thought about it, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and they slowly closed.

When Holmes came back, he saw that the chattering cubs had finally calmed down and nestled into a ball on the large single sofa.

After thinking about it, she picked up the fallen blanket from the ground and covered her before turning around and going upstairs.

A week later, Jiqiu saw a big headline in The Times that the director of the black-hearted orphanage was arrested.

The countess was doing things faster than she had imagined.The newspaper also described the arrest process. When the Scotland Yard police broke in, the director of the orphanage was stretching his claws on a ten-year-old girl.

Several people witnessed it at the same time, the evidence was conclusive, and they were tortured away without basic questioning.

She vaguely felt a lightness on her body and felt refreshed all over.Knowing that she was in complete control of this body, she knew that the fragments of her nightly dreams about the orphanage wouldn't bother her anymore.

The conviction in this case was faster than that of Hockley, and the date of sending to the gallows has already been decided.

After all, the anger of the people of London is stronger than ever this time, especially the anger of being fooled by Hockley has not been extinguished, and everyone is uniformly targeting this sure-fire prisoner.

Huasheng moved out of 221B, and Jiqiu felt that the space suddenly became much larger.

A bit nostalgic for the days when we gathered together in the living room to discuss cases. Watson had an adventurous heart, but he was very concerned about family and family.

The family is full of longing.A completely different person from her and Holmes.

"It's so boring." Jiqiu lay on the sofa with her legs outstretched and looked at the carved ceiling. If a normal London man saw her current posture, she would be shocked.

However, Sherlock Holmes sitting next to her is a person who ignores the rules of etiquette, and Mrs. Hudson goes out to visit friends, and no one restrains Jiqiu's behavior that is not a lady at all.

Apparently the same is true of Sherlock Holmes next to him. If Jiqiu hadn't thrown some kind of solution and shredded tobacco he had hidden into the stove, the big detective's arm should be covered with pinholes, or he might be smoking a pipe to relieve his anxiety.

At some point, Jiqiu realized that she could be found no matter where she hid. Every time she dug it out, she would put it directly in the burning stove, allowing Holmes to witness the flames devouring his "good medicine".

"Gary, I regret agreeing with Watson to let you stay." Holmes sighed faintly.

"Oh~" Enduring two days of sawing wood like the magic violin sound filled her ears, Jiqiu ignored Mr. Detective, the original idol filter was smashed to pieces, she was so stupid, really, there is no Watson No one can control Holmes when he gets angry. If he had known that he would not have given the ring over, Watson might have stayed a few more days.

A few streets away, Watson sneezed twice, which attracted Mary's worried gaze. The doctor who was mixing oil with his new wife, Miri, smiled reassuringly, "Honey, I'm a doctor. If I feel unwell, I will Noticed. Just inhaled dust."