[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Regarding the toothache, Isabella believes that no pastry chef is innocent.

At that time, Her Royal Highness, the most difficult princess in the royal family, had been in private contact with the most powerful spy chief in the UK for several months.In view of the fact that Mycroft's weight loss has achieved remarkable results for several months-his small belly raised by sitting in the office for a long time has a tendency to retract, and he can even wear the shirt Isabella wore when she first met him. The figure of Mr. British Government, who has just been promoted to take over MI6, is so tall and thin, and his tight arm muscles are so smooth and perfect!In this regard, Isabella decided to order a small cake from the royal dessert chef to reward McCoff.

A few months ago, the royal family recruited a new dessert chef who specializes in French desserts. It is said that the macarons he made are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.Isabella came out of Buckingham Palace with a cake box on her front foot, and received a text message from McCauf on her back foot.

"Sorry, I have something to go out, so I can't disclose the location, but I will try to come back as soon as possible. ——MH"

"Hehe. :) - Isa"

Isabella rolled her eyes, turned around and went back to Buckingham Palace, and ate up those crispy, crunchy and colorful biscuits with black tea. When she bit them down, she didn't feel the "girly cock". It just feels unusually sweet and greasy.

So sweet.

Isabella didn't notice the crackling of her fragile back molars, so the next day, she got up and saw herself in the mirror with a swollen cheek, and she wanted to cry without tears.

Like her boyfriend's temper, Isabella also hates dentists very much. When she was a child, she not only destroyed the electric equipment in the dentist's clinic, but also stuffed the denture model used for display into the mouth of the old man's pet dog This naughty thing.

Her Royal Highness the toothache was paralyzed on the bed in a large font. She was thinking, it is impossible to go to the dentist. That sounds good, she hates it so much!

But Her Royal Highness's toothache this time was fierce. After she took three painkillers in a row, her gums were faintly oozing blood.oh god!

Fortunately, Miss Secretary Anthea rescued Isabella in time to prevent Her Royal Highness Princess of the British Empire from selling her stocks on a large scale due to bleeding gums.Anthea temporarily stabilized the British stock market, which is a great move.

"Your Highness, Mr. Holmes has returned to England safely. He has booked a dinner at your favorite restaurant." Anthea was sensitive to find that Her Royal Highness was not in a good mood. She thought it was because Mr. Holmes left without saying goodbye.

Isabella had a toothache and was too lazy to speak, she hummed softly: "I want to see him."

"Alright Your Highness, the boss is in Whitehall now. I'll take you there." Anthea saw Isabella wrapping a large piece of ice in gauze and pressing it on her slightly raised cheeks. Anthea suddenly realized that she would Might want to contact Mycroft's personal dentist.

The little black car arrived at Whitehall.Isabella wore a hat to shield the other officials from speculating eyes.She didn't even knock on the door, and pushed open an office at the end of the corridor.

The man in the dark blue suit bowed his head to review the documents. He turned the pages very quickly, almost ten lines at a glance.Hearing the sound of pushing the door, he raised his head and greeted his little girlfriend with a smile: "Isabella? Oh... what's wrong with you? Toothache?"

As a frequent visitor to the dentist's clinic, McCoff naturally knew the reason for Isabella's abnormal mood.He raised his eyebrows and looked at Isabella's slightly swollen cheeks, which still had red marks from the cold compress.

"..." Isabella acquiesced, she dawdled and sat on the chair opposite Mycroft.

It's all a joke for others to see his toothache. Today, it's my turn to comfort others with toothache. Mycroft has a wonderful sense of joy.But he couldn't show it, and Mycroft put on a worried expression and asked, "Shall I make an appointment for you at the dentist?"

"NO!" Isabella said vaguely, "Come on, I know you must be gloating."

"Oh, then you really wronged me..." Mycroft smirked, but was quickly replaced by worry, "Listen to me, you have to see a doctor. I swear by my experience."

"I know," said Isabella weakly. "Your experience makes you quite qualified to be a dentist—in theory."

Mycroft clicked on his mobile phone for a long time, he frowned and said: "So my princess, listen to me, you should go to the dentist."

"NEVER!"

Her Royal Highness, who has a petty temper, is more pestering than ever.Mycroft suddenly understood Anthea's difficulties in making appointments for her own dentist.He stood up, walked in front of Isabella, reached out and touched her swollen cheek lightly.

"Hiss—" Isabella avoided his touch unhappily.

"It's so serious, how many painkillers have you taken?" Mycroft's tone was so serious that he seemed to be negotiating at the negotiating table. Isabella almost thought that she was some extremely dangerous terrorist.

"..." Isabella snorted, and under the increasingly threatening gaze of Mycroft, she said reluctantly, "Three tablets. I learned this from you. When I have a toothache, I don't go to the doctor, and I swallow painkillers." Approving your damn documents with anti-inflammatory drugs!"

"For God'ssake!" Mycroft held his forehead and shouted out the door, "Anthea?"

"Sir?" Miss Secretary dutifully, she knocked on the door, opened it and walked in.

"Arrange for a dentist, as soon as possible!"

Anthea sighed secretly, she knew it.Fortunately, she had already contacted McCoff's personal dentist in the car.

"Okay sir, 10 minutes later." After receiving the affirmation from her own boss, Anthea turned around and walked out of the office silently. It was too scary. Her Royal Highness's low pressure was an indiscriminate attack.

Isabella looked at McCoff unhappily. She was trying her best not to get angry with him. After all, McCoff was doing it for her own good.

The man took a deep breath, then bent down, put his hands on Isabella's shoulders, his deep gray-blue eyes looked directly at her blue eyes sincerely, Isabella had seen too much in those eyes. There are many calculations, conspiracies and hypocrisy, but when he looks at himself, he is always indescribably gentle.

"Isabella... don't lose your temper, be obedient." Mycroft's voice was already low, he deliberately whispered, too close, Isabella swallowed under his gaze , the man's helpless tone was full of bottomless connivance, and the tips of her ears turned red.

"Be obedient." Mycroft repeated again.

Isabella avoided his insightful and wise eyes, and murmured softly: "Okay...but you have to accompany me, I'm afraid alone."

"Yes, my princess." Mycroft almost sighed and murmured, "I will always follow you."

The author has something to say:

I'm so bored at night, I'm in a bad mood, write some sweet episodes, and save my character ORZ for my Mercury retrograde by the way

Hope everything goes well and don't mess with me again.