[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is suspected of being a psychic

Zhang Yu stood up at an unprecedented speed, his brain was spinning fast, and he said to Mrs. Hudson seriously: "Mrs. Hudson, you are wrong, I am looking for the Ann that Sherlock and John are together." Complete set! Don’t be surprised, who made me their housekeeper! It’s right to take care of their bodies.”

Mrs. Hudson nodded mechanically, and the smile on her face became inscrutable, "So that's the case, I really wronged you, my little Isa!"

She turned her head and stared fiercely at Sherlock, who was still slumped on the sofa like a salted fish, and lovingly pulled Zhang Yu downstairs. When she was almost downstairs, Sherlock could faintly hear Mrs. Hudson's loud voice. He complained, "Sherlock is like that, thank you and John for putting up with him, otherwise I would have kicked him out a long time ago. By the way, Issa, would you like to try the one I just bought from the bakery downstairs?" The donuts taste really good!"

Zhang Yu didn't know what to say, and two women laughed loudly from downstairs.

Sherlock put down his cell phone and pushed away the sofa beside him. He wanted to find a dozen newspapers that had been placed under the sofa before, but he only saw the clean floor.

Only then did he realize the room that Zhang Yu had just cleaned up, and he couldn't help but hammer the table next to him, making a loud bang.

Forget it, Sherlock moved his jaw nervously, got up and went to the corner to pick up his violin, and started another miserable afternoon full of disturbing noises.

Mrs. Hudson, who was talking to Zhang Yu, heard the sound of sawing upstairs, and smiled apologetically at Zhang Yu, "That's what's wrong with Sherlock, as long as he's bored, he will throw a temper tantrum, doing this cute and hateful little trick .”

Cute and hateful?

Mrs. Hudson, are you sure it's not presbyopia caused by aging?

Zhang Yu reluctantly showed a shy smile, but this aroused Mrs. Hudson's desire to chat...

That night, there was no new progress in the relationship between Zhang Yu, Sherlock, and John, but the case at noon was discovered under the diligent investigation of Inspector Lestrade.

As on previous occasions, the Sherlock trio was sitting comfortably upstairs enjoying a sumptuous four-course soup dinner.

Zhang Yu didn't pretend to be a demon, but honestly cooked several authentic Chinese dishes, such as sweet and sour chicken nuggets, hot and sour potato shreds, mapo tofu and sweet and sour pork ribs.Of course, there is also the simplest and most common laver egg soup.

Originally, Zhang Yu was worried that Sherlock and John couldn't get used to eating these things, but he could only be silently curious in his heart as he watched them bury their heads in hard work.

It turns out that the British can eat anything!

Then my old godmother has to hide it secretly!

Zhang Yu flicked two chopsticks like a nunchuck to grab the vegetables expressionlessly, reminiscent of stealing vegetables from the QQ farm back then.

You snatch a vegetable leaf from the plate in front of me under my nose, and I will take a piece of meat from the plate in front of you. The scene is fierce, the personnel are excited, and the atmosphere is frenzied. It is more arrogant than a drunk gambling gangster.

Until the original ringtone of a mobile phone rang.

"Jingle bell... Jingle bell..."

Zhang Yu subconsciously thought it was the doorbell downstairs.She opened the curtains and looked downstairs through a layer of glass, but there was no one there.

Just when she was puzzled, Sherlock took out his cell phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Is it Sherlock? I'm Lestrade. There's a new murder here, which is related to the case in the morning. Do you want to come?"

Sherlock, who was flirting with John, immediately straightened up and asked in a deep voice, "Where?"

“Berkeley Square Gardens!”

Sherlock hung up the phone and glanced at John and Zhang Yu.

Before he could open his mouth, John took the last sip of soup spontaneously and quickly, and put on his leather jacket.

Zhang Yu also moved quickly, took the unfinished meal downstairs and put it in Mrs. Hudson's refrigerator for cold storage, and then followed Sherlock out the door.

Mrs. Hudson hadn't started her beauty sleep yet, and handed her a bottle of milk when Zhang Yu left, "Come back early. Even if Sherlock didn't finish his work, little Isa, you have to come back to sleep early. Look at John , go to bed late with Sherlock every day, now she is older than 40 years old, the little girl can't do this."

Fortunately, John ran away and didn't hear Mrs. Hudson blackmailing him unconsciously, but Sherlock, who turned around for some reason, listened to the whole process and smiled slightly.

It's just that when Zhang Yu turned around, the smile had disappeared, making Zhang Yu think that he was wrong.

There was no shortage of taxis anywhere Sherlock was, and John was acutely aware of that again.

The hand I waved for 2 minutes in the cold wind just now was not as good as Sherlock's face.As soon as he appeared, within ten seconds, a classic little black car would appear in front of Sherlock, waiting for him to drive, and the treatment was no worse than that of the legendary Chinese emperor.

Angrily got on the passenger seat, John made up his mind to keep silent and give Sherlock a good look.It's just that he forgot, without himself, there is Zhang Yu.

"Sherlock, haven't you guessed my mobile phone password yet? I thought it shouldn't be difficult to guess the password based on your ingenuity."

This is Zhang Yu's teasing laugh at the serious Sherlock.

"Perhaps. But would Miss Issa mind giving a hint? After all, I am your boss, and I am responsible for paying the wages of a part-time writing assistant who claims to be a graduate without academic credentials."

Sherlock didn't feel very upset, he wanted to trick Issa from the bottom of his heart.After all, Issa doesn't like him, so he can't use this to fool her.

Zhang Yu didn't refuse, and stretched out her slender white fingers to Sherlock again, "Give me the phone."

Sherlock took out the turned off mobile phone from another pocket and put it in Zhang Yu's hand.The big hand rests on the small hand, two overcoats that are almost identical except for the color, two good-looking men and women with the same black hair, so many mixed together, entangled into a particularly harmonious painting.

Under some dim headlights, John looked at the harmonious painting style in the rear mirror, and felt that he, who was single, had been hit hard.

His heart was stuffy and his face was sore. After being hit, John stared straight ahead, unwilling to pay any attention to the two guys with average EQ in the back seat.

The author has something to say: I am addicted to learning and can’t extricate myself. As a second-rate guy who usually flies, I can only hold my feet temporarily qaq

In the past two weeks, in order not to fail the exam, the basket has to be updated from time to time, I beg the little angel to forgive me!

I really want summer vacation~