[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

On the monitor of the shopping mall, Her Royal Highness the Little Princess first went to various cosmetics counters to pretend to choose and buy, from foundation, lipstick to eyebrow pencil, to contouring, and tried them one by one.The agents followed her and couldn't see Isabella's face from the beginning to the end, but McCoff, who called up all the surveillance, could clearly see that every time Isabella borrowed a beauty tool to paint on her face Painting, she erased some of her own features.When she finished applying the last layer of loose powder, Isabella's appearance was far from the original girl with round eyes and cherry lips.

Isabella then carried a lot of clothes into the fitting room, and took a long time to come out. At that time, she had become a modern girl with ten centimeter high heels and a low-cut tight leather skirt.

The long golden curly hair was pulled up by her at will, and the exquisite lips were covered with cherries-colored lipstick. She brushed her hair lazily, and slightly pulled down the new Dior sunglasses. Her long and narrow eyes were like a pool of spring water. He blinked his eyes at the most handsome boy among the secret agents.

Isabella was able to slip away from under the noses of the agents. In fact, it wasn't entirely the fault of those unlucky agents. Even McCoff found out after going back and looking at the surveillance at the door of the fitting room.

Isabella's cross-dressing is not just about her appearance. From the time she walked out of the fitting room stepping on high-heeled shoes and twisting the catwalk, her every move and smile is no different from that of a mature woman in her 30s on the streets of London. different.

On the streets of London, Isabella is twisting her hips, chewing gum in her mouth, and she plans to go to her house in Westminster to stay for the night.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

The phone booth on the side of the road suddenly rang non-stop. Isabella stopped sharply and waited for about 20 seconds. The phone kept ringing.She bit her lip, opened the door, and picked up the phone.

"……"silence.

"Good afternoon, Your Royal Highness. Did you enjoy your little game of cat and mouse?"

The unhurried voice on the phone was very familiar. Isabella was like a deflated balloon. She tried her best to resist the urge to curse, and said through gritted teeth: "Mr. Monitoring the normal whereabouts of a little girl?"

"Of course not. In fact, monitoring you only takes up one-eighth of my brain's processing tasks."

"...Maybe you have more important things to do."

"This is not a conflict. Your Royal Highness." Mycroft's indifferent tone changed suddenly, and he said with a timeless aria, "What's more, your business is also very important. I have sworn to the queen to be your guardian after you leave the palace." guardian."

"Huh? Why haven't I heard of..."

"If you don't like being followed by agents, maybe we can talk about how to keep you safe without feeling disgusted." Mycroft spoke very fast, almost as soon as Isabella finished speaking. Take up the conversation.

"...Don't send someone to follow me, don't monitor my cell phone."

"Please allow me to assume that if you encounter an accident...I'm afraid the agents will not arrive in time, so..."

"So?" Isabella repeated.

"So, your safety is the first priority." As if to verify what he said, Mycroft flipped through the documents very loudly, and he was indeed dealing with Isabella on the phone while reviewing the documents, "Anything else?"

"I want to know how you saw through my disguise..." Isabella struggled for a long time, but couldn't help asking the cunning Mr. Holmes for advice.As expected of the leader of the Circus, the opponent cleverly saw through the two fights.Isabella felt a wave of defeat hit her.

McCaw could hear the disappointment in Isabella's voice that couldn't be concealed, like a child who showed off his favorite collection to adults but was told that his most cherished collection was just a bunch of cheap goods, McCaw Thinking of his younger brother who was even more troublesome, the husband softened his tone to Isabella, and said soothingly: "Your disguise is perfect, there is no doubt about it. You just forgot one thing—forgot to tear the Remove the protective film on the sole of the shoe."

"Oh! Protective film! Damn protective film..." Isabella suddenly realized that she forgot to tear off the protective film on the bottom of the newly bought shoes. This detail was small but deadly.

"Lady, Your Royal Highness." Mycroft reminded me.

"Nope." Isabella said dissatisfied.

In Mycroft's eyes, Isabella's coquettish behavior at the moment is enough to lower her IQ to the aquarium.Well, considering that she is only a 16-year-old child, Mycroft graciously tolerated Her Royal Highness's little capriciousness.

"Please allow me to reiterate again, you must..."

It's a pity that Mycroft only heard a series of busy tones. The angry Princess mercilessly locked the handset, pushed open the heavy glass door of the phone booth, waved to stop a taxi, and left in the dust.

From behind the monitor, Mycroft saw the taxi exhale a big puff of smoke. He was very contented. Being hung up did not affect his mood, and McCoff still maintained his rationality.

But Isabella on the other side was not so calm. She paid the fare, looked around cautiously to make sure there were no agents following her, verified her irises and fingerprints, and pushed open the door of her private residence.There was a loud noise when the door was closed, and she probably mistook the door for Mr. Holmes' desk.

Different from her rebellious behavior, the decoration of this small western-style building is simple and warm, with the overall pastoral style of broken flowers and landscape paintings.Isabella threw herself into the big bed, and didn't even bother to take off her blouse. Her upper and lower eyelids were as heavy as hell, and she only felt that she was half-dream and half-awake, as if floating on a cloud, and she couldn't sleep well.

Isabella woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, her throat was dry and smoking.It was daylight outside the window, Isabella didn't turn on the light, went barefoot to the refrigerator to find a can of iced Coke, and cooked herself a bowl of pasta.

Thankfully there was the last bag of noodles in the fridge, otherwise she would have starved to death in her private apartment.If she harassed Mr. Holmes in the middle of the night because she was so hungry that she lost her mind... what would happen to him?angry?Or mobilize convenience stores all over London just to deliver her a late-night snack?

Isabella pushed the possible consequences in her mind, and she felt a chill down her back.Stuffing the boiled noodles into her mouth, Isabella has never disliked her craft like today.

After sluggishly finishing the spaghetti, whether it was breakfast or dinner, Isabella went to the bathroom to soak in a fragrant rose bath. When she finished applying the mask and body lotion, the clock in the living room pointed to "7".

Isabella checked Twitter, and she unexpectedly discovered that Mr. Holmes had a social account!She curiously clicked on the account whose name was MH's possible acquaintances, and sure enough, it was blank, just like his avatar, blank.Isabella curled her lips in boredom, hesitated again and again, and paid attention to it awkwardly.

Alston Hill's chauffeur arrived on time, just as Isabella had just finished her makeup, overalls and denim jacket, and this time she played the one-eyed, freckled chick from America.

The author has something to say:

it makes me happy not to write rings