[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Mycroft's personal dentist was enjoying a rare and wonderful vacation when he received a text message from Anthea.He looked at the phone with a bitter face, and could imagine what kind of tragedy the clinic would be in a while.As the most powerful man in the British government, Mr. Holmes strategizes, and he can decide the destruction of a country by talking and laughing.But he is such an extremely dangerous man. Apart from his receding hairline, the most troublesome little problem on his body is the toothache that occasionally makes him restless.

Mr. Holmes is well-mannered and personable, but that doesn't apply to a dentist's office.Whenever Mr. British Government came to treat his fragile teeth with a dark face, the already busy clinic would be like being run over by Godzilla, and silent wars would spread everywhere.

Because when Mr. Holmes is in an extremely bad mood, he will use undisguised eyes to scan the staff of their clinic from head to toe like an X-ray machine, and then speak in a low and fast manner to reveal everyone's unspeakable privacy .It's as small as who didn't come home last night, and as big as which employee accepted the patient's red envelope and slept with the patient's wife.

That was a disaster.

The dentist had a terrible headache, and this time he evacuated his assistants and other staff ahead of time, leaving him alone in the swivel chair waiting for the visit of the big man.

This time Mr. Holmes was not alone, for the first time he was accompanied by a young girl in a hat.And his face is kind, not at all the depressive and terrifying low pressure that he has every time he comes to see the dentist.

"Sir, which tooth has a small problem this time?"

Mycroft was stunned for a moment, he raised his chin in a good mood and said, "It's not me this time, it's this lady."

The dentist turned his attention to Isabella in surprise. He was a bit gossip thinking in his heart that this lady who helped Mr. Holmes overcome his fear of the dentist's office and was willing to accompany him to see the dentist should have a lot to do with him.

"Oh, yes, please lie down on the chair, lady."

Isabella was in a bad mood, but it was a pity that Mycroft held her right hand tightly, and she couldn't even do some little pranks.

It is not easy for this good-tempered Mr. Dentist to endure Mycroft's stinky face. If Isabella's impolite prank is added, it is estimated that it will be difficult for McCoff to find another highly skilled doctor who can stand it His dentist is gone.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Mycroft comforted softly.

"Oh... There is a hole in the back molar, the gums are bloodshot, and the tooth needs to be filled." The dentist picked up the scary instrument, and Isabella felt McCoff's hand stiffen.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Isabella opened her mouth wide and couldn't speak. She originally wanted to ask McCoff's dentist whether the fear had penetrated into the bone marrow.

"Don't move around, it will be fine in a while."

The treatment took more than an hour, during which Isabella pinched Mycroft's palm many times because of fear.Anyway, when the dentist said it was over, even she felt her right hand was sore and numb.

Mycroft had been standing straight and closest to Isabella, and she could see him whenever she turned her head.

Isabella bit the pain-relieving cotton ball in her mouth, wiped the physical tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled apologetically at Mycroft.

"Revisit in a month." The dentist finally noticed the overlapping hands of the two, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he had discovered a new world.

"Okay, thank you."

This was the first time McCoff walked out of the clinic so calmly. Isabella still held his hand tightly, and she didn't let go until she got into the little black car.Mycroft's hands are well-knit and slender, with a thin layer of gun calluses on the palms. She has always thought that using these hands to play the piano should be a pleasing thing. Isabella looked at his red palms and backs, feeling distressed. Rubbing his hand, but unfortunately she can't speak now, she can only whine.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Mycroft knew what she wanted to say, and it was true. His pain perception was much higher than that of ordinary people. Besides, Isabella didn't have much strength.He just felt a little itchy in his palms.

"Woooo..." Isabella looked at Mycroft with bright eyes, and he patted Isabella's hand comfortingly.

Completely unable to communicate, Isabella gave up this way of communication.She took Mycroft's palm and typed a string of Morse code on his hand.

"where are we going……"

Mycroft reacted and said, "Go home."

"I don't want to go back to...Buckingham Palace..."

"To Pall Mall."

"how about you……"

"I still have some things to deal with, you go back and have a good rest first." Mycroft grabbed her hand, and interlocked her fingers.

"..." Isabella pulled her hand back in dissatisfaction, this time she directly hit McCoff's elastic thigh, and slapped hard through the suit pants, "NO! Where are you going...where am I going? ..."

Even Mr. British Government, who has made countless terrorists fearful, will not be able to deal with his naughty and clingy little girlfriend one day, so he nodded helplessly in agreement.

This time period happened to be the time when Whitehall had the most traffic, and the hurried cabinet officials watched as Mr. Holmes strode in from the outside, followed by a slender woman.She has been covering her face with a hat, but the delicate collarbone and the occasional smooth and graceful jawline are proof that she is a beauty.

This is really big news. Everyone knows that despite the ups and downs in the British political arena, that Mr. Holmes has always been as firm as a rock. He watched the cabinet disintegrate and reorganize, back and forth, like the weather vane of the British Empire, forever rooted in the British government.And such a man who is so cautious and watertight, and even called an "IceMan" without emotion by outsiders, has an extra beauty by his side!

Many people in the British political arena stare at Mr. Holmes eagerly, whether it is their own noble daughter or a hot and beautiful star model bought from outside, from Anglo-Saxons to Germans, from long-legged sexy From Eastern Europeans to petite East Asians, they broke their heads and wanted these women to climb into Mr. Holmes' bed, but he was always awake, and under the gaze of his gray blue eyes full of authority, no one could hide his heart plan.

He has kept himself clean.So much so that someone even secretly sent him some male models later.Mr. Holmes's sexual orientation is as unclear as his governing style, but judging from his support for the gay bill, maybe he is a Gay.

The congressman stared at Isabella fascinatedly. He obviously didn't notice the way his colleagues bowed their heads and turned their backs. His naked eyes were too blatant. Maybe he thought Isabella in his heart. Ladang became Mr. Holmes' once-in-a-lifetime dew, and his eyes were not respectful.

"What are you looking at?"

Mr. Congressman came to his senses, standing in front of him was Mr. Holmes who seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Mycroft stroked the handle of the neatly folded small black umbrella in his hand. The smile on his lips was faint. Mycroft saw warnings in his eyes.

"Uh! It's nothing, I was rude, Mr. Holmes." The man lowered his head knowingly, and now he could only see Mr. Holmes's shiny handmade leather shoes.

"I hope I didn't trouble you." Mycroft smiled politely, completely ignoring the cold sweat on the man's head.

Isabella peeked at all this through the slit of her hat, she stepped forward and tugged on Ramacrof's sleeve, whimpering.Mycroft finally let the poor congressman go, he walked into the office with the mysterious lady.

Mr. Congressman felt like he was alive after a catastrophe. He felt the beating heart that seemed to be flying out of his chest, and a strange thought came to his mind:

Mycroft Holmes, actually likes this one... Disabled?deaf?

The author has something to say:

Teacher Mark's hands are really beautiful, thin and long.envious.

It was so troublesome to save the manuscript box for a long time, and I had something to say.

I am really an author without a manuscript and no outline, and I will think about it later...