[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"No matter what, let's get out of here first..." Isabella comforted, she looked at McCoff's tight jawline, and added with interest, "Uh, if it's okay, then I'll go first... "

She didn't want to get involved in Holmes' family affairs.Unfortunately, things backfired, Sherlock, who was unconscious, suddenly stopped her: "No, you stay, I have something to tell you."

Isabella wanted to beat Sherlock up in the bottom of her heart. She was only one step away from the embarrassing and dignified Shura field of the two brothers. Why did she have to be an outsider in this muddy water? !

She looked at Mycroft for help, and the man pinched his temples in pain, before compromising: "Stay here, Isabella."

Sherlock, who was in a trance, had a sloppy footsteps, and Mycroft didn't take anyone except the driver out of consideration of his family's shame, so McCoff pinched his nose and helped Sherlock up.Sherlock was on his brother's back like a drowning man grabbing a kickboard.He held onto it so tightly that he used his brother's handmade suit as his towel, and wiped all the dirt from his face onto Mycroft's expensive coat.

"Damnit! Sherlock!" Mycroft, who has a strong cleanliness, roared through his teeth.

Isabella was almost dying of laughter, Sherlock was like a dead dog, let McCoff drag her away, and when McCoff put Sherlock into the passenger seat with all his might, he who was always neatly dressed His hair was slightly disheveled, and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck. His face was cloudy again, as if a storm of lightning and thunder was brewing.Mycroft whispered to the driver to go to the hospital to disinfect Sherlock's body first.

After a lot of tossing, Sherlock was wearing a loose hospital gown and sitting in the back seat of another small black car. The previous car was sent back to the factory for "overhaul" by McCoff.Isabella smelled the twice as strong cold fragrance in the car, and she was sure that McCoff had taken a shower at least three times.

"Go home," Mycroft said.

This is a single-family garden villa located in a wealthy area of ​​downtown London. Isabella hesitated for a while whether to go in, but McCoff looked at her and said helplessly, "Go in, I'll make you laugh."

It always felt that since she called Mycroft directly in a hurry, his attitude had become less polite and distant.No, the change is not because of this, it should be because of her saving Sherlock from the drug den?

Isabella followed behind Mycroft. He restrained Sherlock, threw him into the bedroom and locked the door. Before closing the door, he apologized to Isabella and said, "I have to talk to Sherlock. ...you just sit down casually."

Then, there was a fierce quarrel in the bedroom, and Isabella seemed to hear the sound of being beaten.She silently moved away from the bedroom door.This is a warm and comfortable house, decorated in a classic rural style, not the feeling that McCoff likes, she looked around until she saw a framed picture on the fireplace in the living room, inside were two small The boy, the younger one wears a funny pirate captain's hat on his head, and the older one puts his hands on his younger brother naturally.The photos were taken very warmly. Sherlock had a rebellious and rebellious temperament since he was a child, and Mycroft's smile at that time was much more real than it is now.

Isabella continued to walk, the restaurant was neat and orderly, with all the seasonings and knives, and the stove could tell that its owner often cooks. This should not be the home of McCoff or Sherlock, the ones placed on the dining table Newspapers and reading glasses also confirmed this.This is the home of the old Sherlock Holmes couple.

"Sherlock! You better not disappoint me..."

The bedroom door finally opened, and Mycroft came out with a cold face. He had a scratch next to the corner of his eye. Obviously, the brothers had fought inside.Isabella believed that Sherlock should not have gotten too much from McCoff, who was an agent.

"Mycroft?" Isabella hurried over, "How is it?"

"Sherlock must quit drugs, and he promised me that he would never touch those dirty things again." Mycroft buttoned up his suit jacket, his tone dark.

"By the way, he said he had something to tell me..."

"Another day, I gave him a sedative." Mycroft said flatly, as if saying something trivial. "He needs to rest."

"..." Well, it's still his brother who is ruthless.

"Oh! Mike, why are you back? And this is..."

Mycroft's expression became weird, and Isabella hurriedly turned her head to see a kind and kind old couple standing at the door. They looked at her suspiciously, and she thought they should be the brothers' parents.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes. I am Isabella, a friend of Mycroft."

"Oh! My God, are you Her Royal Highness Princess Isabella?" said Mrs. Holmes in surprise. "I know you."

"Yes..." Isabella smiled decently, her eyes drifted to McCoff, she really didn't know what to say next.

After receiving her help-seeking eyes, Mycroft stepped forward calmly and brought the topic back: "Mom and Dad, I have something to tell you..."

"Uh, yes, then I won't bother..." Isabella wanted to oil her feet again, but was pulled back by the hospitable Mrs. Holmes.

"It's the first time for Mike to bring a friend home! Your Highness, you don't have to be restrained."

No, this is not a matter of restraint. The key point is that the topic that Mycroft will talk about next has nothing to do with her. What's the matter with her staying here as an outsider? !

"Mrs. Holmes, I must remind you that the name you gave me is Mycroft, not Mike!" McCoff protested feebly.

"Quickly, take out the black tea I bought and brew it." Mrs. Holmes ignored his protest and directed Mycroft to do this and that instead.

"Mom..." He said helplessly, even the high-spirited spy chief in Whitehall had people he couldn't handle.

"Hurry up! Don't just stand around!"

"No...you don't need to entertain..." Isabella said weakly.

"Your Highness, please forgive our poor hospitality." Mrs. Holmes enthusiastically pulled her to sit down, while her eldest son was ordered by her to make tea.

Isabella looked at the tea made by the spy chief herself, and was a little afraid to say anything. McCoff smiled slightly and made a small joke: "Don't worry, I just tried poison."

"Mike, is that how you scare Her Royal Highness in private?" Mrs. Holmes pretended to be angry.

"Of course not, my dear Mrs. Holmes," said Mycroft with a smirk.

Mrs. Holmes blew the froth off the tea leaves, and she said kindly, "I remember, Your Highness, you and my youngest son Xiali are schoolmates?"

"Yes, we are both studying at Cambridge University."

"Mom..." Mycroft, who was ignored, struggled to speak out again, "Actually, I want to talk to you about Sherlock..."

"What is the matter?" asked Mr. Holmes.

Mycroft took a deep breath, the expression on his face was exactly the same as the solemn and sad day when he sent his sister Oros to Sherringford, he pondered his words in a deep voice: "I also just learned today... Sherlock he Secretly taking drugs without telling us."

The Holmes couple were stunned for a second, then they were surprised and angry and said, "How dare he?! Where is Sherlock now?"

"In the bedroom, I just caught him back and gave him a sedative, and now he is asleep..." Mycroft followed Holmes and his wife. Mrs. Holmes opened the bedroom door suddenly, and the room was in a mess. All the books and ornaments on the shelf fell to the ground, and Sherlock was the worst, with large bruises on his exposed skin.

"..." Mr. Holmes helped Mrs. Holmes who was almost fainted in time, and he asked, "Did you two fight?"

"Yes, but Sherlock..."

"Why did Sherlock take drugs? How could he come into contact with drugs...God..." Mrs. Holmes murmured helplessly.

Mycroft was silent, he had no way to explain.Isabella looked at his sad and lonely eyes, and Mycroft lowered his eyes, hiding his emotions again.

"Let Sherlock sleep for a while." Mr. Holmes comforted his wife and closed the bedroom door.

"About Sherlock's drug rehabilitation, I would like to ask for your opinions. Should I send him to a drug rehabilitation center or stay at home?" Mycroft asked.

"Let's stay at home..." Mrs. Holmes said weakly, resting her forehead.

"Okay, I will arrange for a doctor to come to Sherlock for a physical examination in the near future, please keep an eye on him during this time." Mycroft couldn't bear to see his parents' heartbroken expressions anymore, he moved his Adam's apple, and didn't say much.

Isabella, who had been working on the set for a long time, hurriedly followed behind Mycroft and left the Holmes mansion.

Before leaving, she forced a smile and said, "Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes."

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