[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The snow was getting lighter, and Isabella stood alone on the balcony of the bedroom, holding her chin in her hand and staring blankly at the red and green Christmas lights reflected in the window.

Most people in the castle have fallen into a sweet dreamland on Christmas Eve. In the dream, Santa Claus is driving a reindeer cart on the snowy field of Finland. He knocks on every child's dream and leaves behind their dream Christmas gifts. .

Isabella didn't turn on the lights, and the dots of Christmas lights in the dark bedroom flickered on their own. Even though no one might care about it, it still tried its best to add a bit of Christmas joy.

She didn't know what McCoff was doing at this time. In her impression, Christmas, a day that required family reunion and joy, seemed to have little to do with McCoff.

You can't still be working, right?Even terrorists have to celebrate Christmas, not to mention the diligent and dedicated government "little employees".

Bored, Isabella stretched out her hand and lightly touched the snowman on the window sill. The funny snowman with a carrot as its nose was a music box. Youyou sang: "Jinglebellsjinglebellsjinglealltheway..."

The mechanical voice of the doll singing nursery rhymes in the empty room seemed particularly eerie. Isabella was about to turn around and go back to the bed when a familiar little black car slid quietly on the snow-covered asphalt road downstairs.

A smile crept up to the corner of her lips silently, Isabella's eyes lit up, she straightened out the folds of the white puff-sleeved tube top and large swing skirt, and casually pulled away the rabbit fur that hung on the hanger cloak.

Wrapping herself in the cloak, she quickly went downstairs, unscrewed the lock of the side door, and pushed open the heavy iron door. The wind and snow rushed in, and Isabella could barely open her eyes. , the cold wind poured down her neck, and she couldn't help but bury her face in the cloak, leaving only two round eyes.

Snowflakes fell on the top of her hair one by one, and even her slender eyelashes trembled with several crystal clear snowdrops.

In the snowflakes all over the sky, Isabella saw a tall man standing next to the little black car holding a little black umbrella, standing in the snow and waiting quietly.

Fluffy snowflakes stuck to the soles of her thick boots, creaking every step she took.

Mycroft took a few steps forward with the umbrella in his hand, and he opened his arms to embrace Isabella who was rushing forward with one hand. He reached out and patted the snow off her hair and shoulders.

"You're late." Isabella sniffed.

"I'm sorry, there are some things on the road." Mycroft followed behind her in a gentlemanly manner, covering most of Isabella's head with the umbrella.

Isabella let him open the car door considerately. She pulled up her skirt and asked belatedly, "Uh... I haven't changed my clothes. Is it inappropriate to wear a dress?"

"Nothing out of place, it's beautiful."

Isabella glanced at the car clock and said worriedly: "But it's almost midnight now... Are you sure you won't disturb your parents?"

"Of course not. In fact, they have been impatient since this morning. No matter what time you go, I believe Mommy will definitely dress up very grandly..."

"...Then I'm even more nervous." Isabella joked.

"That's nothing to be nervous about." Mycroft smiled.

The slippery snow made the road traffic worse, but with the driver's superb driving skills, the little black car still parked steadily at the entrance of the cozy villa of the Holmes couple.

Isabella stared dumbfounded at the fancy-dressed house. She seemed to have seen the magical candy house in a fairy tale!Not to mention the huge Christmas pine branch garland hanging on the door and the giant Christmas tree at the door, but just talking about the layers of Christmas lights wrapped around the eaves and under the window sills, Isabella almost thought that she had walked into a store selling Christmas-themed decorations. convenience store.

If it wasn't for the bad weather, she seriously doubted that the enthusiastic Mrs. Holmes would install a solar-powered LED screen at the door, on which the subtitles celebrating Mycroft Holmes getting rid of being single would play in a loop.

"Oh, Jesus!" Even Mycroft couldn't bear to look straight at him, it was difficult for him to understand his mother's aesthetics, "I bet that the lighthouses on both sides of the English Channel are not as bright as this light bulb."

The complaints were all complaints, but Mycroft still bit the bullet and knocked on the door.

The door opened almost immediately, and it was hard not to believe that Mrs. Holmes, who couldn't wait, had moved a small chair behind the door.

"Oh! Honey, you wouldn't know how welcome I am..." Mrs. Holmes' warm words were cut short when she saw the familiar face of the lady next to Mycroft.

Old Mr. Holmes came over suspiciously and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Ohmygod! Mycroft, Howdareyou?!" Mrs. Holmes was shocked and angry. Of course, it was her eldest son who was angry.

"Uh..." The polite and friendly smile on the corners of Isabella's lips froze for a moment. She didn't know if Mrs. Holmes was hating herself, so she looked at Mycroft who was smiling helplessly beside her in a daze.

"Mommy, I think at least let us in first..." Even the big devil who no one dared to mess with in Whitehall would sometimes humiliate himself when he returned home.

"I'm sorry... Mrs. Holmes, is it me..." Isabella explained desolately, but was interrupted repeatedly by Mrs. Holmes who came back to her senses.

"No, no, no! Your Highness, I'm not talking to you, I'm talking about Mycroft, how dare he hide so many people..." Mrs. Holmes hurriedly let her in and served hot tea. She glared at McCoff , sighed, and explained apologetically, "I really don't know how to explain to Her Majesty the Queen..."

"Mommy, I'm sure I'm good to Isabella..." Mycroft couldn't help interjecting.

"Yes, ma'am." Isabella nodded.

"That's what he ought to do," continued Mrs. Holmes. "If he dares to play with other people's feelings ... I will never forgive him."

"Thank you, but I'm pretty sure he won't do that." After speaking, Isabella and Mycroft who was sitting next to him looked at each other, and he returned a gentle smile.

The old Mr. Holmes, who had been silently watching the interaction between the two, was relieved when he saw this. He said to Mrs. Holmes: "Okay, don't you believe your son? Come on, those garlands and chokers you prepared earlier What about the cannon?"

"Oh... oh yes," Mrs. Holmes woke up suddenly, and she turned to get something on the coffee table, "Sorry young people... It's time for celebration!"

With a bad premonition in his heart, Mycroft stood up, trying to pull Isabella back, "No, Mommy, I think this step can be omitted..."

Before the words were finished, the experienced agent chief and Her Royal Highness the Princess of the British Empire were sprayed with a salute by an ordinary but great British mother.

"...I knew it." Mycroft said with a smirk.

His hair, his suit, and Isabella's white dress are all colorful ribbons, plus the white gauze dress she wears today and McCoff's three-piece suit at any time, at this time It's kind of like a wedding scene.

"Merry Christmas!" said Mrs. Holmes.

"Next time, don't buy the special Christmas cracker with pine nut flavor. This smell smells like..." Mycroft shook his collar, "I feel like a pine tree in a primeval forest."

"I know, it's also creamy, maybe you'll like it," said Isabella.

"Thank you, I don't like any of them." Mycroft refused with a smirk.

"Didn't Sherlock come back with you?" asked old Mr. Holmes.

"Obviously, he's busy," Mycroft replied.

"Is there anything more important than spending Christmas with mother?" Mrs. Holmes said dissatisfiedly.

"I don't know," Mycroft couldn't help getting up, "I can't take it anymore, this smell is too bad, I'm going to take a shower first."

"The clothes are in the closet. I have ironed them all."

"I know Mommy."

Mrs. Holmes turned her eyes back to Isabella. She took a stack of Christmas gingerbread men and said, "Try it. I made it myself."

"Thanks, that looks delicious," she said, politely picking up a piece, "oh, really, it tastes good."

Mrs. Holmes is a very wise woman. She took advantage of Mycroft to take a shower in the bathroom, and secretly said: "Your Highness... As for my two children, I know their bad temper. Maybe McCoff is better than Sherlock seems More tactful, but I know that he is actually more indifferent than Sherlock, and I'm not pouring cold water... I'm just expressing my concern..."

"Please call me Isabella, I know what you mean, ma'am," she said earnestly, "you are afraid that I will be hurt in this relationship."

"Yes," Mrs. Holmes sighed, "You know that I never expected any ordinary relationship between the two of them...or in other words, I expected much more from Xiali than Mike."

"I also doubted it," Isabella said with a slight smile, holding ginger tea in her hand, "to be honest, even McCoff was once shaken, whether it was emotion that invaded his reason, but you don't have to worry, we have experienced it together He has done a lot of things and I trust him like he trusts me."

"That's good," Mrs. Holmes smiled gratifiedly. "I'm just afraid that you will be hurt, so I don't have the face to face Her Majesty the Queen... By the way, does Your Majesty know about your affairs?"

"...Uh, I don't know yet." Isabella said awkwardly.

"...that brat," said Mrs. Holmes angrily.

"This is what Mycroft did wrong." Old Mr. Holmes also echoed.

"I'll have a good talk with him," said Mrs. Holmes.

The clock struck 12, and Isabella noticed that it was already midnight. Mrs. Holmes is indeed a smart lady who has raised two children with outstanding IQs. She keenly saw the hesitation on Isabella's face.

"If you don't mind, you can choose to rest in the second bedroom upstairs. Of course, we also have a guest room, and the change of clothes is in the closet."

"Ah, don't bother... Thank you very much, ma'am." Isabella lifted her skirt and got up and said.

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