[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

"Don't make trouble." Rosa half-closed her eyes, dazedly, and waved her hand away from Sherlock's face: "Don't disturb my sleep."

"It's three poles in the sun."

"Whose fault is it?" Rosa angrily pulled the quilt over her head, and her voice came out from under the quilt.

Sherlock looked at her curled into a caterpillar, shook his head amusingly, stretched out his hand and was pulled into his arms: "Hey, get up and have breakfast."

"Get up and have breakfast."

Rosa lifted the quilt and looked at him fiercely: "Aren't you busy? You're so annoying."

"Isn't your temper bad?" Sherlock seemed to be in an unbelievably good temper, without any sign of anger, pecking her lips lightly, Rosa's brows and eyes softened, and the apex of getting up suddenly dropped, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

She put her arms around his neck: "You spend so much time here with me? Did Dr. Watson forgive you?"

Sherlock glanced at her, thinking: "What mess did you see?" He sucked her lips hard: "Why does it smell so strong of vinegar?"

Rosa pushed him amusedly: "Who is jealous? I am concerned about you. After all, I am only a friend like Dr. Watson." She shook her head and said mockingly.

"My dear, quality is far more important than quantity."

"Your quality friend is about to be lost by you." Rosabi made an "O" gesture, quickly jumped off the bed, and then watched Sherlock's expression slowly change, and laughed loudly. The bedroom ran to the bathroom.

"If you let me see your human specimens appearing where they shouldn't be, you will know the consequences." Rosa's threatening voice came from a distance in the bathroom, and then there was the sound of water hitting the ground from the air.

Standing in the living room, Sherlock was arranging the creased clothes from playing on the bed just now. He was arranging the cuff buttons of his shirt and going to the kitchen, with his fingers on the dining table. Mrs. Hudson seemed to have not changed at all. The decorations, his fingers soaked in formalin in the teacup half a year ago are still there.

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Sherlock quickly threw some things that shouldn't appear in the trash can, quickly wiped them with a rag, and then took out fresh ingredients from the refrigerator for breakfast.

Rosa was wearing a bright yellow knit dress with a belt that slenderly pinched her waist. The slim fit highlighted her exquisiteness, and this bright color made her skin as white as snow even better.

Sherlock looked at her too hard, his eyes became gentle, and the psychological suggestion was not unreasonable, because of her appearance, the brightness of the whole room was increased by at least a hundred points, and it was cloudy in London today.

Sherlock helped her pull out the chair, and Rosa looked at the simple but nutritious breakfast in front of her, and smiled at him rewardingly.

Sherlock was playing with his mobile phone, and Rosa held the sandwich and watched him eat it before feeding him another bite.

"John's life is completely the life of a retired old man." Sherlock shook his head more and more: "Walking the dog, walking, cycling to work...why is he going to see a psychiatrist? Didn't he find any problems? His life once Calm down and cause all sorts of trouble on his own."

Rosa raised her eyebrows. It was impossible to say that Dr. Watson didn't have an adventurous spirit in his bones, but didn't he see a psychiatrist because he hadn't recovered from Sherlock's death?

"Is he seeing a psychiatrist because of you?"

"Of course, no one but me can make his life full of adventure."

Rosa curled her lips: "If you don't coax Dr. Watson back, your detective team will become a legend forever." She glanced at the bruises on Sherlock's face that had faded, and Dr. Watson really did it. No mercy.

For this matter, Sherlock is also well aware, and ran out after saying hello to Rosa, it seems to be to save the friendship with Dr. Watson.

After Sherlock pretended to be dead and left, Dr. Watson also quickly left this sad place, and Mrs. Hudson, who could not leave, kept the place very good, clean and tidy, and did not let new people come, so No damage anywhere.

Rosa tapped her finger on the Corbusier sofa chair, slowly showing a regretful smile. This place occupies a crucial position in Sherlock's life, and there are many memories related to it, but she has none of them. participate.But she believes that in the following life, they will be like two entangled ropes, getting closer and closer.

Although Sherlock had already tidied up the kitchen briefly, Rosa still cleaned it meticulously.Finally, Rosa cautiously opened the refrigerator and saw that there were no strange human organ specimens in it. She was greatly relieved, but she still glanced at it with disgust. Who knew what was in it, she was wearing gloves Thoroughly sanitized again.

Sherlock didn't bring much food from the supermarket in the morning. Rosa thought about it, took her wallet and went to the supermarket.

Rosa held the simple map drawn by Mrs. Hudson in her hand, and when she turned two street corners, she finally saw a supermarket.

She walked around slowly pushing the cart. Although the food inspection in Europe is stricter than in China, it is not absolute. There will also be cases of using rat meat instead of beef and mutton in the news.However, the quality of the meat here is not bad. Rosa carefully selected two catties of pork ribs and two pieces of beef.

Rosa is new here, and she also wants to cook a meal to thank Mrs. Hudson who has been taking care of Sherlock. If she is lucky, Dr. Watson will also participate in the meal, so she picked another fish and asked the staff to cut it into pieces. One by one, ready to make spicy fish stew.

I also bought some snow peas, green vegetables and mushrooms. She is from the south. Although potatoes are also vegetables, if there is no green, she always feels that something is wrong.

There is also essential wine, a wall full of choices. Although Rosa has drank a lot of good and bad wines, she still can't help being confused when she sees so many choices at different prices.

"This bottle is the most suitable. Not only does it suit your taste, but it is also a good treat." Rosa saw a bottle of wine being handed over from behind her, and she turned around, not surprised to see someone coming.

"Why do you dare to appear in front of me?" Rosa took the red wine he chose and put it in the cart, and continued walking.

"Because I'm worried about you." Moriarty grabbed her hand and stopped her from going any further.

Rosa looked at the clear and sincere worry in his eyes, and suddenly felt very funny, and she did laugh, he also contributed to the Winter Soldier's plot, so what right did she have to say such a thing.

"What qualifications do you think you have—" Before Rosa finished speaking, he was pulled into his arms, his arms were strong, but his head was light on her shoulders: "I'm sorry .”

"Mr. Moriarty, have you ever heard a saying that if an apology works, why do we need the police?"

Moriarty took the initiative to let go of her, and smiled: "Rosa, my words are much more useful than the police."

"So what? The Emperor Napoleon of the criminal world." Rosa gave him a cold look, turned and left, and Moriarty followed her.

"I remember that you said on the plane that you would never hurt me again. Now it seems that what you said is not an imperial decree."

"Did you forget a word, I said you should change your boyfriend."

Rosa stopped suddenly and took a deep breath: "It seems that I am not smart enough to understand your conditions."

He didn't seem to see Rosa's anger, or he didn't care, he smiled relaxedly, and made a gesture of surrender with his hands: "No, it's my fault, I'm very sorry."

Rosa didn't believe his nonsense at all. For this kind of apology without any real meaning, no matter how much she said, it would be the same as nonsense.

Moriarty is no worse than Sherlock in his ability to perceive words and emotions: "You can't blame me entirely, I have minimized the damage as much as possible, otherwise why do you think I have spent so much time to come up with so many things to send Sherlock to the world?" By your side. I made a deal with your father, he is obviously not someone who will make people break the contract, although I don't want to, but that's the only way to go, I'm already trying my best to protect you. "

"So it really was something you and Hannibal did!"

"You actually called him by his first name, but only my last name?"

Rosa frowned and looked at him in disbelief. Do geniuses always pay attention to strange things?Rosa didn't bother to pay attention to him, took a bag of curry powder from the spice cabinet next to her, turned around and left.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes and glanced at her curvaceous back, quickly walked up and grabbed her hand to a place where there were few people, and pressed her against the shelf.

Rosa put her hands on the shelf and looked at him nervously: "What do you want to do?"

Moriarty looked deeply at Rosa, and the low profile conveyed by his voice made Rosa surprised and unbelievable.

"Honey, I'm jealous." Behind him, he pushed a strand of hair from Rosa's side face behind his ears: "In this world, except for the most loved and hated, everything else can be forgotten. Your favorite The seat has already been reserved for other people, I want to be the person you hate the most, but I can't bear to hurt you, Rosa, you defeated me, lost my dignity, but just walked away."

"I am a bad person, but you are not a good person. Your ruthlessness is no less than mine." He suddenly said in Rosa's ear, and the hot breath that he exhaled made Rosa's fists clenched instantly.

"Enough." Rosa scolded, "I don't know if you have the illusion that you don't want to lose because I like Sherlock, but you think you love me deeply, but I can tell you clearly that it was Sherlock who came first." of."

Rosa took Moriarty's hand off her shoulder and sighed, "You shouldn't have come to me again."

"I came first." Moriarty's voice came from behind, and Rosa's heart was inexplicably twitched by the suppressed pain: "Mr. M knew you first."