[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Rosa asked Sherlock in a low voice while holding the menu to hide her appearance. Watson and his new girlfriend Mary, who had changed a lot, were sitting at a diagonally opposite table. , The two are talking harmoniously, and they seem to be a good match.

Sherlock put a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked again: "Do you need another beard?"

He didn't answer her question directly, but the act of asking about Beard already showed his determination, Rosa nodded, and at the same time silently mourned for Sherlock in her heart - how could he think it was a surprise?He will absolutely be beaten by Dr. Watson.

Then Rosa watched a wonderful solo show of Sherlock, taking menus, pens, towels and other items from her side with extremely smooth movements, perfectly playing the role of a waiter in a restaurant.

"NO!" Rosa saw that Sherlock was punched hard on the face by Dr. Watson who was outraged, and the corner of her mouth was bleeding. But it hurt too much.

Seeing that the dispute between the two was getting bigger and bigger, Rosa could no longer be a bystander, so she hurried forward to fight: "Doctor Watson, Sherlock often mentions you to me."

Rosa showed a friendly smile and stood between the two of them.

Watson looked at the beautiful little girl in front of him, and the anger of Xiongxiong who was deceived by Sherlock was suppressed back to his stomach, followed by a series of questions, is she Sherlock's girlfriend? ! Looks too young, isn't he abducting minors?

"John!" Sherlock complained with an unbearable expression, "She is already an adult, you should at least add five years to your estimated biological age to be correct."

"Shut up!" Rosa turned her head and scolded, and then looked at Dr. Watson apologetically: "Sherlock didn't deliberately hide it from you, but this matter involves my life safety, he is more cautious."

Hearing this remark, Dr. Watson's complexion improved a lot. Sherlock knew that Rosa had given him a chance, so he continued politely: "John, you must know that you are really not good at acting."

"Sherlock!" Watson yelled angrily, with his mustache up and down, looking a little funny.

Fortunately, he had already come out of the restaurant, otherwise he would have been kicked out. A few people were standing in front of the pharmacy. The wind in May had already brought a warm temperature. It should be very comfortable to blow on people, but Rosa He looked at Mary, who had been watching the show, and sighed helplessly—why did Sherlock keep adding fuel to the fire?This is too deadly.

"You really shouldn't have a beard, no one likes it."

Rosa glanced at Sherlock, and wailed silently in her heart—here again, although the beard is ridiculous, don't bring it up.

Although Watson was still angry with Sherlock, he had a natural trust in his words, and cast a suspicious look at Mary.

Mary twitched the corner of her mouth with difficulty, and sure enough, there was a fee to watch the show, she spread her hands and said, "Well, I really don't like it."

"I thought you liked it, why didn't you tell me? I get up and take care of this ridiculous beard every morning. You are just like Sherlock." Watson had already begun to hurt innocent people, and Rosa had to Although becoming Sherlock can't coax people, his ability to transfer anger is still top-notch. Did the originally loving couple almost quarrel without seeing a word?

Sitting in the taxi, Rosa could still see that Sherlock was still somewhat disappointed by Dr. Watson's departure from Baker Street. She took an alcohol cotton pad and pressed the wound on the corner of his mouth forcefully: "If you have to speak hard, can't you speak well?" ? Is it so difficult to say sorry to Dr. Watson?"

Sherlock glanced at her and turned his head arrogantly. Rosa snapped his head back and put a medical bandage on the wound.

"Why target Mary?"

"She has Liar written all over her body."

"Could it be that her love for Dr. Watson is false?"

"That's not it."

"Then don't mind your own business. If they are together because of love, we have no reason to destroy it."

Sherlock suddenly approached Rosa: "Are you also hiding something from me?"

Rosa was taken aback. She seemed to have concealed the fact that the dimensional wall was broken, and Sherlock was too sensitive. She blinked slowly and said calmly, "Of course not."

"Did you tell Mrs. Hudson you were back?"

"Mycroft should ask Anthea to buy your change of clothes and send them over. She should know."

"Honey, please be kind to Mycroft in the future."

Sherlock looked at her in disbelief: "You were bribed so easily."

Rosa said righteously: "Honey, I was moved by his sincerity, how could I be bought by such a small favor from him."

"Hehe." Sherlock opened the car door and walked out, but stopped at the door. Rosa followed and saw that the door knocker in the center was neatly placed.

Sherlock tilted the door knocker, and then pushed the door open to enter. Rosa took his hand, and the two held tightly, as if heralding that they were about to start another brand new journey at 221B Baker Street.

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson came out of the kitchen and hugged him in surprise, with tears in her eyes: "I knew you wouldn't die so easily, I haven't rented out the upstairs, I know you will definitely come back Yes, that's great."

"I'm back." Sherlock softened his voice and patted Mrs. Hudson on the back lightly.Although he always said that he is a high-functioning antisocial personality, many things have already begun to change. He has a lover, friends, and Mrs. Hudson, who has no blood but is a family member.

"This pretty little girl?" Mrs. Hudson's eyes were not unfamiliar, as if she was finally meeting someone who was famous.

"Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock often mentions you to me, saying that you take good care of him." Rosa smiled sweetly.

Mrs. Hudson waved her hands in disbelief: "I don't know who Sherlock is. I never thought that Sherlock would abduct a beautiful little girl after being missing for half a year?" She took Rosa's hand and looked back and forth in disbelief. .

"John came back last time and said he found a new girlfriend."

Rosa sighed in her heart, is it worthy of a corrupt country?But the relationship between Sherlock and Dr. Watson is really easy to imagine.

"Rosa and I have known each other for a long time." Sherlock had to remind, to interrupt Mrs. Hudson's increasingly excessive imagination.

Rosa smiled slightly, and nodded in agreement: "We met when Sherlock was still teaching in Cambridge."

"Teacher-student love!" Mrs. Hudson cast ambiguous eyes at them and nodded frequently: "I understand, I understand."

"You must not have dinner yet? I'll prepare some food for you, go take a hot bath and rest."

When she came to the second floor, if she hadn't seen the modern electrical appliances, Rosa would almost think that she had come to the Victorian era, because the decoration and furniture were too Victorian.It is no coincidence that the Sherlock Holmes story happened in the Victorian era in England.

All of this is really wonderful, she and Sherlock Holmes have become boyfriend and girlfriend, and now they still live in 221B Baker Street—it can almost be called a place of pilgrimage for Holmes fans.

When Rosa saw the chemical equipment placed randomly on the table, she finally had a sense of reality. The man beside her was just like she knew.

Rosa leaned into Sherlock's arms, wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes: "Mrs. Hudson cleaned this place very well, and she will definitely miss you forever."

Sherlock tightened his arms and did not speak. He is really not good at sensational words, and many hot emotions are used to expressing them with actions.

Rosa soaked in the hot water, and the aroma of rose essential oil permeated the entire bathroom. She closed her eyes comfortably, and her bones were almost soft.

Half an hour later, Rosa was about to climb out of the bathtub and rinse off the foam on her body, but found that she forgot to bring her pajamas and could only come out wrapped in a bath towel.

The skin was full of moisture, full of luster, the bath towel could only cover the base of the thighs, Sherlock saw her eyes seemed to be eaten, Rosa swallowed a mouthful of saliva, moved back to the bedroom step by step, closed the door, and relaxed big breath.

Why is she so useless?He sat down on the bed bitterly, he should have pushed him back.

She opened the closet, she and Sherlock's clothes took up half of each, opened the drawer, and there were indeed underwear in one compartment, she picked out one with her fingers, are these thin straps definitely not sexy underwear?Anthea is really caring...

Rosa shook her head helplessly, untied the bath towel, and suddenly the door was opened. Rosa quickly pulled out a silk pajamas from the closet, put it on her body, and shouted angrily: "Sherlock!"

As if he didn't hear, he picked up Rosa and threw her on the bed, then pressed her up.The airflow immediately heated up, and Rosa pressed her hands against his chest, reminding him softly, "You go take a shower first."

Sherlock tore off her clothes and threw them on the floor, then asked with a chuckle, "Are you sure you want to be in the bathroom?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, and Rosa's face immediately exploded, with blush all over her cheeks—the bathroom, the scene of the two of them in the bathroom last time immediately appeared in her mind, she simply didn't want to be bullied too badly .

Sherlock's grin widened, with a bit of a bad temper.He reached out to undo the chain of his trousers, pulled Rosa's legs around his waist, and sank immediately.

Rosa's eyes widened in an instant, and she hugged his neck tightly, which was too exciting.

Rosa was lying on the quilt with a pillow under her waist. She opened her eyes in a daze and frowned from time to time.

"Sherlock, I put the food on the table. If you come out too late, heat it in the microwave." Mrs. Hudson's voice made Rosa's body collapse, and the voice that had reached her throat was caught She pressed back, whimpering pitifully.

"Young man now~" Mrs. Hudson's voice drifted away, but Rosa could hear it clearly, and she felt that it was the sequelae of her guilty conscience.

Rosa was turned by Sherlock and turned directly opposite him, just in time to see that the door was only ajar, and there was still a gap in the door—she leaned back on Sherlock's shoulder shyly, Mrs. Hudson must have heard .

"Baby, it's no big deal, Mrs. Hudson used to be a stripper, she doesn't mind at all." Sherlock kissed down her neck, kissing away beads of sweat.

Rosa gave him a feeble stare, not intimidating at all, more like flirting.Sherlock's anger flared up again, his eyes darkened, and he walked towards the bathroom holding Rosa's hip.

The bathroom was outside the bedroom, and Rosa was frightened by Sherlock's bold actions-he was really crazy.

In the end, Rosa tasted Mrs. Hudson's cooking in the middle of the night, because she fell asleep because she was tired, and woke up because her stomach was so bad. Of course, it was Mr. Holmes who served her.

Renbiren is really pissed off, and he looks so radiant.Sherlock has guessed her heart completely, and she is no different from a piece of white paper in front of him: "Honey, believe me, you look ruddy too, so pretty."

So this matter is still mutually beneficial, Rosa clutched her sore waist, not wanting to admit it at all.