[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Rosa asked Watson politely.

Watson struggled a bit, Rosa's cooking skills are much better than Mary's, but! If he doesn't have time to accompany Mary, he may become a bachelor again.

"Thanks, but I have a date with Mary."

Rosa nodded knowingly, got up and went to the kitchen to take out a cake box and handed it to him: "Bring it to Mary, she may be happier, low sugar, and won't gain weight."

Watson caught the box and gave Rosa a thumbs up in his heart. Sherlock was lucky to find such a girl, and she was so understanding.

Rosa sent Watson away, turned around and saw Sherlock lying dead on the sofa, the shadow of curly hair covering his face.

"There's a case, and I'm in too. My dear, why are you unhappy?" Rosa leaned over, holding his face with both hands.

"Stephen Strange." He spat out a name in disgust.

"Are you jealous?" Rosa asked uncertainly.

"You have a good relationship."

Rosa shook her head amusedly, held his cheeks in her arms, and kissed him hard twice. There were clear lipstick marks on her fair face, and she threw herself into his arms with a smile: "I thought you knew."

"Know what?" Sherlock pressed against her forehead, warm breath lingering on her lips.

"I know you are the only one I love." Her eyes were sincere and moving, Sherlock's smile unconsciously widened, and he was suddenly a little annoyed—she was too good at saying sweet words, and he was too easily moved .

Although Rosa didn't know what Sherlock was upset about, but when she saw his frown, she quickly changed the subject: "Magnussen—your investigation subject, how is it? Did you gain anything?"

Sherlock glanced at her, and changed the subject according to her intention. He hugged Rosa and sat on his exclusive sofa: "It's an interesting game, and I also found some interesting things."

"what?"

"Mary and Magnussen's secretary are good friends, but they only met a month ago. It's unreasonable that a liar who hides many secrets can easily establish an intimate relationship with a person."

Rosa understood his implication well: "You mean that Mary approached Magnussen's secretary on purpose."

"Then what's her purpose?" Rosa asked.

"Open your mind and think about it."

Rosa pondered for a while, then hesitated, "Magnussen?"

"Of course it's for him! Either Magnussen has Mary's secret, or Mary wants to help others get back the shady evidence from Magnussen."

Rosa made no secret of her admiration, and the sparkle in her eyes was very useful to Sherlock.

"Sir, you perfectly demonstrated that intelligence is the new sexy."

"It's an honor." Sherlock's RP voice was deep and elegant.

"The voice is also very charming. You have everything I like in you, even the occasional childishness and bad temper." There is undisguised love in her eyes, as strong as wine, making people drunk without drinking.

"It's so sweet." Sherlock left her lips: "Is it honey?"

"Don't tempt me." Rosa tugged at his messy shirt collar and gently pushed it: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Sherlock glanced at her suggestively, and after receiving Rosa's shameful stare, he said, "Chicken."

"Sir, your answer is really not helpful." She still had to think about the dinner menu by herself. Sherlock was never a picky eater, so she wouldn't be disappointed if she didn't get much sense of accomplishment from him.She clapped her hands and decided, "Then the fried chicken cutlet with tomato sauce."

After dinner, the two of them came back from a walk outside and read a book under the light to pass the time. Of course, Sherlock is a very professional book, while Rosa's is a novel full of wit and humor.

"Sherlock—"

The two raised their heads from the book, Rosa's legs were still resting on Sherlock's body, Molly Amber clutched the shoulder bag strap awkwardly, her heart aching unbearably.

"Hi--"

"Are you here to deliver the autopsy report?" Sherlock calmly gestured to the report she was holding, which made Molly come out of embarrassment. Douyin: "Yes, I'm afraid you're in a hurry."

"Thank you." Sherlock took the report.

"You are Molly Amber, right? Sherlock told me about you, you need tea or juice?" Rosa broke the deadlock with a smile.

"No, I'll leave right away." Molly waved her hand in a hurry, obviously wanting to leave but wanting an answer: "Sherlock, is this your girlfriend?"

"No."

Molly's smile couldn't stop rising, and the intimacy she saw just now had been forcibly ignored by her.

"Rosa is my fiancée."

The corners of Molly's mouth drooped instantly, and her smile froze on her face: "Really? I never heard you mention it. I left first. My boyfriend is waiting for me." She fled the apartment in a hurry.

Sherlock went to the window and opened a crack, and saw Molly standing under the streetlight in a daze, her shadow was stretched long by the pale light.

Rosa crossed her arms, her chest was congested instantly, and she said jealously, "You care about her?"

Of course he cares about her! Otherwise, he wouldn't try his best to make her give up.

Sherlock lowered the curtains and gave Rosa a strange look. What could be wrong with her?

"I'm rejecting her."

What Sherlock said was right, Rosa felt that her bad mood was unreasonable, but when she thought that Molly was also a special existence to Sherlock, she was not happy at all.

Rosa glared at him angrily, then turned around and closed the bedroom door: "You sleep in the living room tonight."

"What are you having a temper with?" Sherlock reached out to block the door that was about to close, and Rosa let go of the handle in fright, and asked anxiously, "Aren't you hurt?"

She grabbed Sherlock's hand and examined it carefully. Sherlock's frown was loosened instantly, and he held her soft hand instead, and his heart softened: "Why are you angry?"

Rosa lowered her head in embarrassment, the reason was too hard to explain - her jealousy was unreasonable, compared to Sherlock's calm and decisive handling, she obviously did not do better, and he chose tolerance and understanding.

Thinking of Sherlock bowing his proud head several times for him, Rosa buried her in the socket of his neck.

Sherlock felt the coolness of a piece of skin on his neck, and he put his hands on the back of Rosa's head, feeling a little helpless for a while.

"sorry."

"You're not wrong, why did you say sorry?" Rosa asked back with sobs.

"You cry."

Rosa looked up at him, her wet eyes looked extremely pitiful, Sherlock wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I don't like you crying."

Rosa stared into his beautiful eyes and smiled slowly: "Mr. Holmes, I don't remember when you proposed marriage?" She shook her empty fingers.

Holmes never knew how to love someone, he would only compromise with Rosa countless times.If this is also love, he must love it miserably.Before meeting her, he was a celibate, and he had no other interesting things in life except investigating cases.But the meaning of her existence is to make life really life, trivial and boring conversations and activities become incomparably wonderful.

Sherlock suddenly turned around and took out a red velvet box from the drawer. Rosa's breathing became slower and slower. She held on to the door frame and her heart beat fast. He wanted to—

Sherlock knelt on one knee and opened the box, revealing a classic and exquisite ruby ​​ring inside: "Dear Ms. Rosa, would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Her heartbeat must have stopped, and Rosa felt the surroundings become quiet for a moment. She could only see Sherlock's wrinkled face with a smile. Many memories flashed through her mind, and finally they were all frozen into a person's name—her Think the answer is self-evident.

"I am willing, I am willing!" Rosa smiled and shed tears, nodding desperately. She looked at the huge ruby ​​ring on her hand, and suddenly felt that if all her sufferings in the past were to realize the great touch of this moment, then everything would be worth it .

This ring is the ancestral ring of the Sherlock Holmes family. Ever since his mother found out about his falling in love, the ring has been handed over to him because he is the only one who has given the ruby ​​ring to another Holmes family mistress. son.

"Very beautiful." Sherlock's rough fingertips rubbed Rosa's fingers, and his eyes became more and more affectionate. No one knew how intense joy burst out in his heart when she said "I do".

Sherlock Holmes has never been a god, but a very strange person. His way of loving is no different from ordinary people. I just want to spend my life with my lover and share every morning and sunshine.

"I love you." Rosa couldn't stop laughing, the corners of her mouth raised higher and higher, and the two of them hugged and looked at each other like this, with a sweet smell in the air.

"I love you too." Sherlock knew that he must be laughing stupidly now, he touched Rosa's with the tip of his nose, and the two laughed harder.

"When did you decide to propose?" Rosa asked him as the ring was exquisitely crafted and had a sense of history.

"just."

Rosa raised her eyebrows, her eyes clearly revealing doubts.

"This is the ring of the past mistresses of the Sherlock Holmes family." Sherlock explained, "I knew we would definitely get married, but I just took action."

"But I haven't finished college yet..." Rosa slowly regained her senses, and finally remembered some forgotten realities.

Sherlock's expression instantly became fierce, and he looked at her threateningly: "Do you want to go back on your word?"

Rosa shook her head knowingly.

Starlight swayed outside the window, and there was a feast of smiles inside the house.

They still don't know that fate has never favored them, people who love each other may not stay together, and fairy tale endings never belong to reality.