[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

"Sir, has your face been eaten by a dog?" Rosa looked at him in disbelief.

Sherlock's face was eaten by dogs. Holmes said with a righteous face: "I am just stating an irrefutable fact-your life is wonderful because of me, and your life is meaningful because of me, just like food is to you. Life is what rain is to soil."

Rosa, whose chest was bumped by Sherlock's straight fist, lost the words to retort, and fled to the kitchen under his scorching gaze in embarrassment: "I... went to see the roast turkey. "

Rosa's cooking skills have always been impeccable. The turkey roasted by her is fat, tender and charred, exuding a strong fragrance. Although there are only two people eating this Christmas Eve dinner, Rosa still prepared a lot of food, sweet and fragrant. Apple pie, baked potatoes with black pepper, pumpkin pie, pan-fried lamb chops, cream of mushroom soup, tuna salad.

Rosa also cleared the dining table that had been occupied by Sherlock's experimental equipment, and placed delicate and charming champagne roses in the middle. The burning silver candles set off a beautiful atmosphere, and the delicious food set the whole table afloat. fully.

Rosa raised the goblet, the wine-red liquid swayed in the glass to create a wonderful atmosphere, she smiled sweetly, the light of the crystal chandelier reflected a clear luster on her snow-white face, and her eyes seemed to be embedded Xingzi, with a sincere and charming dazzling: "I wish a better tomorrow."

"To a better tomorrow." Sherlock's heart moved, and a deep and magnetic voice like a cello sounded, and the sound of the piano beat the heart lake, causing ripples for no reason.

The two wine glasses collided in the void with a crisp sound, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Rosa."

"Merry Christmas, Sherlock."

Although Mr. Detective is so arrogant that he is arrogant, but after thinking about it carefully, what he said just now is actually not wrong. He is her best Christmas present.

At the same time, the country house of the Holmes family was brightly lit, and firewood was burning in the fireplace, making the whole house warm.

"Mike, today is Christmas Eve, and the UK will still function without you." Mrs. Holmes glared angrily at Mycroft, who had been swiping her phone, clearly disapproving of his neglect of his family.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and Rosa's Twitter page was displayed on the phone screen. The latest update was a picture of a sumptuous Christmas dinner. A man and a woman were sitting on both sides of the dining table. His silly brother was also pupped with cute cat ears and a cat tail, which is really stupid.

He felt his stomach twitch violently. It should be caused by the salty baked potatoes. Mrs. Holmes has never lit up the skill of cooking. This cooking skill has been bad for ten years. His father As expected of someone who can marry their mother-this ability to bear is extremely high.

The corner of Mr. Holmes' mouth twitched uncontrollably when his eldest son stared at him with strange eyes. He put down his knife and fork, and supported Mrs. Holmes: "Mike, listen to your mother."

Mycroft put down his phone, thinking of the contrasting Christmas dinner between him and Sherlock, he dug a big hole for him without hesitation: "Oh, I'm just concerned about the little brother, if your little son doesn't die, next year's There should be a new member in our family."

The landmine stunned Holmes and his wife. At the same time, their faces were dull, and they coughed twice at the same time.

"New member?" As the brain of the family, Mrs. Holmes asked her eldest son anxiously: "What you mean is what we think, isn't it Ivan the head, a good friend skull?"

No wonder Mrs. Holmes made such a fuss. Her youngest son is the famous British first virgin. Although this title is also suitable for her eldest son, Mrs. Holmes complained in her heart.

Mycroft nodded without guilt: "I hope you don't forget that there is a major premise for this. You know your youngest son's ability to provoke people."

When the Holmes couple heard Mycroft's answer, they all burst into flowery smiles. The creases on their faces were clearly visible. Mr. Holmes raised his eyebrows and gave Mrs. Holmes a meaningful look: "For the members of the Holmes family, Heartbeat is eternal, if they fall in love with someone, they will not miss it, I believe we can look forward to next year's Christmas."

Mrs. Holmes smiled at Mr. Holmes knowingly, she understood it deeply.

For the ten-year-long show of love between his parents, McCoff is no stranger to it, his expression has not loosened, and he still has the unfathomable face of the British government.

"What kind of boy is it?" Mrs. Holmes put on a gossip face after showing off her affection.

"It's a girl." A black line appeared on Mycroft's forehead.

Mrs. Holmes opened her mouth wide in surprise, the stimulation was much stronger than before: "There are girls who can bear Sherlock?!"

"Hehe, there are always blind people." Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

Mr. Holmes took a sip of sherry and said, "It seems that she is a very good-tempered girl." His own son's temper is self-knowledge-you don't want to die when you are angry, and you don't want money when you are angry.

Mycroft nodded in agreement: "If she were my sister, my hairline would not be what it is today. I have always regretted that you didn't have a normal child."

Rosa not only texts him Merry Christmas and gives him New Year's gifts, but also prepares cookies, and his brother doesn't mention it.

Sherlock, who was disliked by his brother, didn't know anything about it, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care. After all, he had always regarded his brother as a sworn enemy, and he was angry with his cohabitant at this time - because of that photo of Sherlock.

He looked at his cohabitant lady fiercely, there was a long distance between the two of them, and he was afraid that if the distance was too close, he would strangle this woman to death.

"Miss Rosa, what's your explanation?"

"Don't you think this idea is great?" Rosa looked at the photos on her phone very proudly, how cute such a great detective is.

Seeing the meaning conveyed by Rosa's eyes, Sherlock jumped angrily: "You think it's cute?! Is your aesthetics younger or your IQ is still in infancy?"

Rosa pursed her mouth aggrievedly, her eyes were foggy, she was clearly incapable of drinking, her cheeks flushed cutely: "Shut up!"

Seeing that Sherlock was speechless with his mouth open, she finally smiled, staggered to the side of Sherlock, and stretched out her fingers to poke his swollen cheeks: "Let you hate me, are you obedient? Are you obedient?" If you scold me next time... I will make you speechless again."

Sherlock glanced at Rosa, this retarded person!The ungrateful fellow!He even used super powers to deal with him!

"You call me mentally retarded in your heart." Rosa's tone was affirmative, she wrinkled her nose, and said more presumptuously: "You can't do this, you want to say that Rosa is a cutie, the best person in the world."

Seeing that Sherlock hadn't responded, she finally remembered that she had silenced him, and she smirked: "You can talk now."

"Why don't you say it? You usually talk the most, holding your breath to scold people to death." Rosa sat down on the ground in a daze, and pressed her hot face to Sherlock's cold suit pants On: "It's so cool."

Sherlock stretched out his bony fingers and poked Rosa's limp face: "Drunkard." He was actually drunk, so he didn't feel comfortable cursing.

"It's cutie." Rosa murmured while hugging Sherlock's thigh, she raised her pretty face and threatened: "You can't tease me anymore, if you do, I'll make you shut up. "

"Tell me to shut up?" Sherlock directly twisted the two lumps of soft flesh on Rosa's face, and unceremoniously ruthlessly said: "It's really getting more and more presumptuous, and I owe a lesson."

Rosa whimpered in pain, with tears in her eyes, not to mention how pitiful she is, but Sherlock is not a sympathetic person, the more he plays, the more vigorous he is, twisting and poking, not to mention how refreshing his revenge.

Rosa glared at him, there was a tooth mark when she grabbed his hand, she didn't bite hard at all, Sherlock could only feel the millet teeth sticking to the skin of his hand, the wet feeling made him uncomfortable frowned.

The more she looked at it, the more stupid Sherlock poked her on the forehead, and effortlessly picked up Rosa, who was sleeping with his hand, and threw her on the bed. Rosa rolled consciously, and wrapped the quilt in her A baby Chan was formed on his body, and he fell asleep comfortably rubbing the quilt, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Back in the living room, Sherlock looked at the mess on the dining table and didn't intend to clean it up at all. He directly picked up Rosa's mobile phone from the ground, squinted his eyes and looked at the fingerprints on the mobile phone with the light sideways. What is her mobile phone password? What?Every choice of people is caused by his experience and personality. There is no randomness in this world. Even the password setting is based on inertial thinking. But since Rosa changed the mobile phone password, he has never changed it again. Can't figure it out, he even read useless literature knowledge for this, why?He sat on the single sofa and kept trying, getting more and more irritable. Could it be possible to let that stupid photo hang up all night?Mycroft must have died laughing, damn Rosa.

As for the password, after Rosa learned about Sherlock's password-guessing skills, she changed all the passwords to Conan Doyle, and he couldn't guess even if Sherlock was killed.

The next day, Rosa opened her eyes in a daze, and she rolled comfortably two more times. Through the gap in the curtains, she could see the vast expanse of whiteness and brightness outside.She lay on the bed with her pillow in her arms and her thoughts gradually cleared up. Last night...

last night!

Thinking of the stupid things she did, she retreated into the quilt to avoid reality.After dawdling and doing mental construction for a long time, she finally opened the door, coughed lightly twice, and walked to the living room as if nothing had happened. The big detective was still wearing a silver-gray silk nightgown over a gray-blue shirt, The black slim-fit suit trousers wrapped her muscular body, she was slanted on the sofa, her curly hair was lax, and she held her mobile phone in her hand and desperately pressed the buttons, her gaze seemed to be able to shoot through the phone with gamma rays.

With such a ferocious look, Rosa swallowed spinelessly, and was about to say hello.

"What is your phone password?"

Sherlock's cold voice came over, she closed her mouth, walked around the sofa and took the phone from Sherlock's hand: "I deleted the photos for you, but I won't tell you the password."

Although she is as clear as a blank sheet of paper in front of Sherlock, she must swear to defend the last line of defense in the privacy war.

"Hehe." The sarcasm in it was self-evident.

Rosa glared at Sherlock. This garbage cohabitant is always violating human behavior conventions and moral norms.