[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

Baker Street, 221B.

Sihe at night, Victorian-style apartment, green vine patterns are neatly arranged on the off-white wallpaper, fireworks are burning in the fireplace, and a small Christmas tree stands next to it, with bells and golden ribbons wrapped around it. The Bussier sofa is empty, and its owner is quietly leaning against the window and playing the violin.

The melodious sound of the piano is lingering in everyone's ears, and it is pleasant to the ear. Listening carefully, you can hear a touch of longing.

Clap clap—the sound of applause rang out.

"Sherlock, it's wonderful." Mrs. Hudson admired.

"It's "Rosamond" again." Watson stated a fact. When Inspector Lestrade heard the name, he spit out wine in panic. Could it be that Sherlock made a song for her? A song named after ?I wonder if McCoff knows?He coughed twice and asked inadvertently, "What Rosamund?"

"It's Schubert's Rosamond Quartet," Watson explained, humming the tune, joking, "Sherlock plays it as often as I, a musical idiot, can remember." It's in tune."

"Oh?" Lestrade glanced at Sherlock, but what he got was a cold look. He clicked his tongue twice in his heart, who can't be blamed for the terrible death he committed back then?Get angry and run away from your daughter-in-law.Lestrade, who has divorced his wife, has to admit that he is a little gloating, although he and Sherlock are both fallen in the world.

Mrs. Hudson made a Christmas dinner, and the smell was tangy, but Sherlock missed Rosa even more. Her every move and smile were deeply imprinted in his mind, which was a stronger existence than drugs. Her absence It would make Sherlock's life feel boring and boring.

He needs to have some fun.

It happened that Molly Amber came up on her high heels, and she was holding a bag of Christmas presents in her hand. Sherlock saw at a glance that the top one was the most special and more exquisitely packaged. He gave an eloquent analysis without hesitation: "...There is no doubt that this is for someone you love, I didn't know you had a boyfriend recently..."

Molly's expression became more and more embarrassing, she stopped and said: "Enough! Sherlock!" When Sherlock read out his name on the tag, he finally realized that he had hurt a girl's heart.

"...Sherlock, you always hurt people like this." Molly complained in a tearful tone, with tears rolling in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock kissed Molly's side apologetically.

Sherlock's apology stunned everyone present, including Molly. This was the first time he showed guilt. He had known that Sherlock had always been impersonal.

"It's...it's...it's okay" Molly looked at Sherlock in bewilderment.

Suddenly there was a woman's bed cry, Molly panicked and explained that she didn't make it, but Sherlock took out his mobile phone from his pocket, frowning, Irene Adler strangled to death.

Then the phone rang, and Sherlock answered the phone and walked to the bedroom, even closing the door.

"Sir, do you know what goes best with Christmas?"

"What is it?" Sherlock said with a smile. When facing Rosa, he himself didn't realize that the edge of indifference disappeared from him.

"Why don't you go downstairs and have a look."

"Where are you going, Sherlock?" Watson watched as Sherlock quickly put on his windbreaker, so fast that only the raised corner of his black windbreaker could be seen.

Watson and the others looked at each other in silence.

From the short distance upstairs to downstairs, Sherlock felt that he had already spent too much time. When he opened the door, he hesitated. He was looking forward to it but was afraid of disappointment.

"Merry Christmas." Rosa was dressed in a red dress and greeted Sherlock with her arms wide open. The smile on her face was extremely bright, like a flower blooming for a moment, bringing people a thrilling beauty and full of vitality.

Well--

Sherlock didn't show any expression. He walked over with big strides, held Rosa's face directly, and kissed her lips forcefully. The enthusiasm hidden under his indifferent appearance was passed on to Rosa through the intertwining of lips and tongue, as if he was dead.

Rosa put on his coat, hugged his thin waist, raised her head to accept his kiss, all her senses were controlled by him, and at that moment he became the god in her world.

"Sasha." Sherlock kissed her on the brow, the tip of her nose, and the side of her face, with infinite compassion.

After the passionate kiss, the extremely sexy hoarse voice plucked at the strings in her heart, trembling and itching.

She looked at him with misty eyes, which was naturally sexy, wanting to press her down and bully wantonly, she stood on tiptoe, and pressed her red and swollen lips to Sherlock's ear after being kissed.

"Sir, the best match for Christmas is a surprise. Do you like this gift?"

"Couldn't be more satisfied." He said playfully: "My Christmas present."

Rosa laughed softly, drawing circles on Sherlock's waist with her fingers, her eyes fixed on him: "Until I leave, I belong to you."

Such an ambiguous reminder made Sherlock's eyes light up: "Do you remember complaining about me scratching you?"

Rosa blinked, not knowing why he suddenly mentioned this matter.

He said, "You can get it all back tonight."

Rosa, who understood Sherlock's meaning, blushed, he was really...

吥 吥 吥——

Ten meters away, the black car turned on its headlights, and the dazzling lights illuminated the two people.

Sherlock took a deep breath, couldn't Mycroft let him have a merry Christmas?

Rosa tugged at his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Mycroft, it looks like there is something important, let's go."

What McCoff brought was the news of Irene Adler's death. His purpose was to let Sherlock go to the morgue to confirm whether the news was true.

Sherlock, who was interrupted, looked at Mycroft with an unfriendly gaze: "Are your subordinates all useless? Worse than the goldfish at Scotland Yard, at least they won't bother me with such a simple question."

"Miss Adler, who is very powerful, obviously knows the officials who manage the files. Her information does not exist in the information database, and the autopsy cannot confirm her identity at all. Only you know her body." Mycroft was not to be outdone.

Rosa had kindly planned to settle accounts with Sherlock later, but when she heard what McCoff said, she immediately looked at him coldly: "It sounds like there's something I don't know about?"

"Honey, what's your explanation?" Rosa smiled, but her tone was not very good.

Sherlock gave Mycroft a hard look: "You owe me once."

The car stopped at the gate of Butts Hospital, and Sherlock pulled Rosa out of the car.

As soon as he got out of the car door, he looked at Rosa pitifully, and said aggrievedly, "I was forced to watch."

It's really a foul for a big man to use puppyeyes eyes, okay?

A corpse was covered with a white cloth on the operating table. Sherlock lifted the white cloth and covered Rosa's eyes at the same time. He still remembered that she couldn't get rid of the broken problem of being afraid of the corpse no matter how she tried.Because it was still a fresh corpse, there was no stench. Although the face was ruined, Sherlock confirmed with just a glance that it was indeed Irene Adler herself.

Rosa pulled his hand away, saw her bumpy and sexy figure at the moment he covered her with the white cloth, and curled her lips jealously: "Don't you like this figure? It has breasts and butt."

So she was cured of her jealousy and fear of corpses without medicine?Shylock thought helplessly, and he took Rosa's hand: "Is your head full of hollow pasta? I only like you, and that's the only truth."

He looked straight at Rosa's breasts and buttocks. Her breasts had grown again, and her buttocks were more upturned.

Rosa blushed when he saw it. From whom did he learn the ability to accurately measure measurements with just a glance? She was clearly wrapped tightly.

"Rosa, I know you more than you think." He said it firmly and domineeringly, like a nail firmly driven into her life.

"So one day I won't be allowed to leave even if I don't love you anymore?" Rosa asked curiously.

"You don't want to suffer the consequences." Sherlock's palm fell on Rosa's head, his fingers inserted into the hair and combed down to the back of her head, and then he bit her lower lip fiercely with the back of her head: "Honey, I'm a high-functioning sociopath."

Rosa frowned in pain. She looked at his stubborn eyebrows and continued to ask: "Then if you don't like me anymore, can't I leave?"

"Holmes firmly believes that emotions are useless. Having an emotional connection with you is the biggest risk in life. Do you think I will give up halfway?"

This awkward character is really cute, Rosa kissed his neck rewardingly.

"Let's go to the hotel..." Sherlock said hoarsely.

Rosa was held tightly in his arms, her slender waist was almost cut off, and Sherlock made her hot with a **** breath: "No... I'm leaving, I promised Harry to be his My Yule Ball date, it's going to be too late."

"Shit!" Sherlock swears.

"You were still jealous of me and other women just now, and now you left me to spend Christmas with another man." He said through gritted teeth, looking at Rosa with a gloomy face.

As soon as he said it, Rosa felt a little guilty: "But I have already promised him, breaking the contract is not a good virtue, and, moreover, it is really just a female companion."

Damn girlfriend, Harry Osborn's covetousness towards her was obvious to everyone except herself! Sherlock felt like he was going to have a myocardial infarction with anger.

Rosa saw that Sherlock still had a bad face, but she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong. Sherlock looked at the naked woman without hesitation. She was just socializing normally. Rosa immediately felt wronged: "Mr. , we are completely different in nature, there is no reason for your anger."

"Jealousy is human nature, and I am not beyond the scope of human beings."

"But the person I like is above 180, has black curly hair, can see through a person in five seconds, and his name is Sherlock Holmes. Sir, these requirements are tailor-made for you. So You don't need to be jealous at all, because there is no one else I like except you." Rosa's words were sincere and moving, and the sparkle in her eyes was intoxicating.

"You have to remember what you said."

"Forever." Rosa took the initiative to kiss the corner of his mouth, her husband was like a big and arrogant cat, she really didn't want to leave him.