My years as a menswear boss

On the second day when Holmes and the others went to "visit" Irene Adler, the King of Bohemia had come to visit her.

"Have you got that photo?" The king turned pale, and grabbed Holmes tightly as if he was grasping at the last straw.

"Not yet," said Holmes indifferently, with the usual expression on his face.

"Do I still have a chance?" the king asked almost desperately.

"Maybe."

In the eyes of others, Holmes is so cold and heartless, but Jiqiu feels that he seems to have grasped the truth of the case.

"Irene Adler got married, just yesterday." Jiqiu interjected.

"With whom?" The king's eyes widened in disbelief.

"A lawyer. British." Jiqiu wondered for a moment whether Irene Adler had a brain twitch and why he chose such a man.

"She doesn't love that man," murmured the king.

"No, Irene Adler would not agree to his marriage proposal if she doesn't love her. Besides, if Ms. Adler loves Godfrey Norton, then you don't have to worry about her threatening you with photos." Jiqiu frowned and explained.

"We should go to the Brioni Mansion now. I believe His Majesty would be happy to lend that carriage." Holmes raised his hand to stop Jiqiu's verbal attack.

However, the king was still immersed in his own world, "It would be great if she was more noble, she must be a very good queen."

Holmes stepped into the carriage without saying a word, and Jiqiu turned around to find that the king was following him.

Faced with this situation, the good old Watson didn't know how to comfort him for a while.From their point of view, this His Majesty is completely lost in love.

When they arrived at the destination, there was an old maid waiting at the gate of the mansion, and Jiqiu recognized her as the woman who made delicious white chocolate.

The old maid had a contemptuous look on her face, but she still brought everyone into the living room.

The maids taught by Irene Adler also have her unique self-cultivation. Even when facing the king and famous detectives, the maids are not at all humble and excited.

Holmes walked to the place where the guest bell was pulled, opened a small door, and took out a photo and a letter. The photo was a single photo of Irene Adler. In the photo, Irene and Adler were wearing a pair of An expensive evening dress.

Several people gathered together and quickly read Irene Adler's handwritten letter. At the end of the letter, Irene Adler Noah

pause.

"Let me just say, Irene Adler is a very remarkable woman. If her identity can match mine, she must be a remarkable queen! It's a pity that our status is so different!" The king was full of regret.

"From what I have seen of this lady, she is different from Your Majesty." Holmes was not at all happy to complete the commission.

Afterwards, under the inconceivable eyes of the king, Holmes wanted to take the picture of Irene Adler.

"Gary, do you think Sherlock Holmes is right?" Watson spoke to Jiqiu cautiously, suddenly thinking that it would be inappropriate to talk to a little girl about this kind of thing, so he quickly stopped talking.

"No. No one can be him. After all, he is Sherlock Holmes." The last sentence Jiqiu seemed to be saying to himself, "I'm going to go to Miss Davis for a class now, please forgive me."

Jiqiu came to the door of Rose Davis' apartment, and the door was quickly opened.

"Good afternoon, Miss Davis." She looked respectful, and Davis could be regarded as her second teacher in this world, specializing in indoor classes.

The first one is of course Sherlock Holmes. His superb and valuable experience has taught Jiqiu a lot, which is more useful than her relying on technology to solve crimes in modern times.

Rose held a large tome on top of Jiqiu's head, "Hold your head up, walk from the door to the window, and make sure the book on top of your head doesn't fall off."

Jiqiu pinched her palm nervously, held her breath, and walked forward slowly.

"It's too stiff, I think you can play the tree in the opera in its original color." Rose took out a cane from nowhere and hit Jiqiu's back with a 'slap'.

"Don't clenched your hands into fists." The rattan slapped the back of her hand gently.

"Butt wiggling too much."

"You lower your head again!"

Jiqiu felt a burning pain in the part of her body that had been pumped, and Rose took out a small round silver box from the cabinet, "Paint this on."

She took it in silence, and when the box was unscrewed, the milky white ointment exuded a faint fragrance, and it felt cool when applied to the wound.

After a long time, Jiqiu broke the silence, "It's me who is too bad. I will learn etiquette seriously in the future."

Rose's frown slowly relaxed, "I may know why Irene chose you."

"What?" Rose's voice was too low, covered by the barking of dogs outside the window, Jiqiu couldn't hear what she said.

"It's okay." Rose brewed a pot of black tea, "You did a good job the first time."