[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

Moriarty clearly saw that Rosa's figure paused, but still chose to move forward. She had already told him the answer, and the answer remained unchanged.

He sat alone in the exclusive box of the air-raid shelter bar, holding a glass of spirits in his hand, without drinking, the punk musician was still roaring heart-piercingly, just like when he first brought her into his world , Her eyes are still full of trust, and she will show him a honey-like smile.

But it's all ruined! Ruined! Ruined!

Moriarty slams the glass against the wall, and shards of glass explode.

"Professor." A sexy female voice sounded, and Irene Adler leaned gracefully on the door frame.

She walked into Moriarty, knelt down beside him with one foot, reached out to caress the smudged marks of the wine splashed on her pants just now, then raised her head and smiled slowly, like poppies blooming.

"Why are you angry?" Irene is a smart woman. Although she admires Sherlock, she knows who is giving her shelter now?Who is the person who can always protect her in the future?She has always known the way to control a man - love.

She put her hand towards Moriarty's thigh, surprised in her heart, her smile became softer and softer, but there was still no response, she was surprised in her heart, could it be that he is really gay?But she didn't notice that there was a man beside him?

Moriarty stared at her, his eyes became colder, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger: "Get lost!"

Irene's smile froze, her face was embarrassed, she withdrew her hand embarrassingly, she had miscalculated.

"Don't make me regret saving you. If you can't even see your own identity, there is no need for you to exist." Hearing Moriarty's warning, Irene's face was ashen. She held the doorknob and took a deep breath. Take a breath: "I'm sorry."

"It's not an example."

Irene closed the door, her back was already covered with cold sweat, she suddenly shivered, walked through the corridor, and walked to the bar lobby, there was the proud Queen Irene again, the bright red on her lips was still dazzling.

Colonel Moran looked at her with a half-smile, Irene frowned, and soon showed a wanton smile, she sat next to him, her legs hooked, and she lightly opened her red lips to the waiter next to her: " A Bloody Mary."

Colonel Moran and Irene have always been at odds, and the reason is simple. One wants to maintain the second-in-command position, and the other wants to earn the second-in-command position. There is a conflict of interest, and the two have fought back and forth several times.

"Alone?" Irene asked knowingly, the corners of her eyes were smug, as if deliberately misleading.

Moran watched her pose, gave her a pitiful glance, and she was asking for her own death by attempting to seduce Professor Moriarty.

Only one woman can enter that room.

The waiter brought the Bloody Mary to Irene, and Colonel Moran laughed mockingly: "This lady wants regret medicine more."

Irene couldn't maintain her smiling face for a moment, and she didn't reveal half of why Moran was so determined.

"Could it be possible that the professor is gay?" Irene asked bluntly.

"He likes women, just not you."

Irene keenly sensed something from his words, Jia asked: "Who does he like?"

Moran knew he had made a slip of the tongue and stopped talking—the professor didn't like talkative people, and this was his biggest bargaining chip.

Irene didn't care either. If Moran could reveal it easily, she wouldn't be able to be the second-in-command for so long, but she would always figure it out.

"Rosa, it's a blessing for Sherlock to find you as his girlfriend for eight lifetimes." Mrs. Hudson was helping Rosa prepare the dishes, and she couldn't stop praising her.

Rosa nodded approvingly. She might still be modest about other compliments, but she definitely takes up the title of best girlfriend: "Maybe I owe him in my previous life."

Sherlock and Watson had already smelled the delicious aroma downstairs. With his hard work, Watson finally stopped being angry with him, which is really gratifying.

"You are blessed." Sherlock said, "Compared with Mrs. Hudson's culinary skills, Rosa's cooking skills are simply worlds apart."

"You said it shouldn't be a problem for me to ask her for Iron Man's autograph?" Although Watson was seduced by the scent, he became more and more hungry, but he remembered a more important thing. He wondered why when he saw Rosa for the first time, he always felt that he had seen her somewhere else. After thinking hard, he finally remembered that he saw her on the news—she was Iron Man's personal assistant!

If he hadn't just dealt with Watson just now, Sherlock would have taunted him a long time ago, Iron Man's signature?Is he still a seven year old?What hero worship.

"I'm back." Rosa looked up and saw Dr. Watson who appeared together, and smiled in surprise: "It seems that the amount I prepared is right."

"It seems that the two are reconciled." Mrs. Hudson also said happily: "You are blessed tonight. Our Rosa has prepared a lot of delicious food."

"Just smelling the fragrance is very exciting." Dr. Watson praised.

Sherlock stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Rosa's shoulders and pressed a kiss on her cheek.

Watson was taken aback and was stunned. He always felt that the show of affection had nothing to do with Sherlock.

He smiled ambiguously, and wanted to make a few jokes, when Sherlock said, "Who did you meet today?" She smelled of male fragrance.

Rosa sniffed herself, but didn't smell the men's perfume. Moriarty just hugged her. How could she leave anything behind?She looked at Sherlock in disbelief, he must have guessed.

"Moriarty?"

Rosa immediately kissed him hard on the lips: "My dear, there is nothing I can do if I am so attractive. You know that I love you the most. Be good, don't be jealous."

Sherlock snorted twice, and his face immediately softened, because he also knew that if Moriarty wanted to see Rosa, no one would be able to stop him.

Watson propped his hands on the small table, his heart was like a roller coaster, he suddenly raised and lowered, and took a big sip of the aperitif that Mrs. Hudson handed over.

Mrs. Hudson teased in a low voice: "Sherlock is really eaten to death."

Watson nodded vigorously. It was also the first time he knew that Sherlock still had to compromise.

Rosa made spicy stewed fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, fried snow pea salt and pepper potato pancakes, mushroom rib soup and vegetable salad. There was a big table full, and the four of them chatted while eating. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

"How did you know each other?" Watson asked gossipingly.

"It's actually quite complicated." Rosa recalled the cause and effect, and there are many factors of fate between the two of them: "Sherlock was a professor of mathematics at Cambridge for a year, and I am a freshman, Mycroft To help him apply for a personal assistant, I submitted my resume."

"I thought McCaw treated you very badly, but I didn't expect him to solve your lifelong affairs." Mrs. Hudson said to Sherlock, a fact that had been ignored was revealed, so it seems that McCaw Husband is indeed their matchmaker.

"The Holmes couple will thank him," said Sherlock coldly.

"Then how did you and Mary meet?" Asking the question is of course necessary for communication, and Rosa knows that Sherlock still cares about "Mary is a liar".

"She's a nurse, and I'm a doctor." Watson gave a "you understand" expression.

Although Dr. Watson and Mrs. Hudson were curious about the two of them, they respected their privacy after all, and the questions they asked were superficial.

After a dinner, the host and guests had a good time, before Dr. Watson left, he asked Rosa for Iron Man's autograph in a low voice.

Rosa smiled, and asked back: "What about Captain America? Do you have anything else you want? I'm going to fly to the United States again to solve some formalities."

Watson's eyes widened in surprise: "Can Batman do it? Is there an intersection between the Avengers and the Justice League? His signature is too difficult to get."

Rosa gave an OK gesture.

After they left, they left behind a meal of unwashed dishes. Originally, the kind-hearted Dr. Watson wanted to take the initiative to wash the dishes, but Rosa didn't let him do the work because she had the ability to use it for nothing.

She flicked her fingers in the air twice, the sound of water splashed, and the dishes on the dining table flew to the sink in an orderly manner.

Rosa sat next to Sherlock, and was embraced by him. He suddenly took a deep breath: "It still smells, go take a shower."

"Why is your nose so good? I haven't smelled it at all." Rosa raised her hand and sniffed carefully again, but it was still only her own smell.

"That's because your nose is broken." Sherlock pinched her nose and urged, "Go take a shower."

"No, I just finished eating?" Rosa rubbed Nadeshiko and refused, she wouldn't cause her stomach to droop.

"Really not?"

"don't want!"

Sherlock suddenly picked up Rosa and walked to the bathroom. She hugged his neck tightly in shock and complained, "You boss! You jealous!"

Sherlock turned on the tap above the bathtub to turn on the water, then put Rosa on the sink and gagged her.

Rosa was dazed by the kiss, and most of her anger disappeared.

"Shall I wash it for you?" Sherlock turned off the tap.

Rosa kicked him and said with a smile, "Get out!"

He smiled at her, then closed the bathroom door.

Rosa added the bubble bath salts she just bought from the supermarket to the bathtub today. It smells like a sweet rose. She smells good, and it seems that she can buy it again.

She tied up her hair, took off her long skirt, and lay down in the bathtub. The snow-white foam instantly submerged her. Rosa felt the massage effect of the bathtub and closed her eyes.

"Honey, I think we can wash together." Sherlock pushed the door in, still in a suit and leather shoes, stretched his feet in, and hugged her.

"Why are you crazy?" Rosa's scolding didn't have any confidence at all, because Sherlock at this moment was so sexy that people had a little motivation to stop it.

"Don't like it? Still laughing?" He whispered in her ear.

"Don't get too far." Rosa knelt on him, the water overflowed to the ground layer by layer, a pair of penis looming, she took the initiative to hug Sherlock and kissed him.