[Comprehensive] She is Fu Jiang

marry?

"Although I don't think marriage is very meaningful. Marriage is purely based on self-interest. But if you want, I can try it too." He said, putting down the papers in his hand.Brown eyes looked at her, as deep as the sea.

The beauty shook her head, "I think it's good for us to be like this now."

Mycroft just stroked her long hair, and didn't continue to talk about the topic. He agreed with Marx on the issue of marriage, especially after seeing his parents' marriage.

"Is tomorrow a holiday?"

"Christmas, children's favorite holiday, want to go out and play?"

"It's the end of the year, time flies by so fast. But it's meaningless to go out and play alone..." He yawned again, Jiang Jiang, who was seriously deprived of sleep, was still being gently stroked on his hair like this , I want to sleep even more, and I can't keep my eyes open.

"Go back to your room and go to sleep."

"together?"

"If you're together, you won't have to sleep."

Jiang Jiang was still rubbing his eyes just now, and he suddenly became excited, and said quickly: "Then I'll go to bed by myself." The chubby white cat didn't dare to pick her up, and followed her obediently, because of weight problems Rolled down the stairs.

Mycroft: Why does his pet look nothing like himself...

The next day, he said that he would go with her, but in the end, Mycroft still didn’t leave. He didn’t want to participate in such a ridiculous festival. In his opinion, religion is just a means to educate people, and there is nothing worth celebrating, but He encouraged her to go out and play.

He sat on the sofa and opened the newspaper: "I'll wait for you at home."

"Do you want the butler to follow me?"

He waved at her, and the beauty bowed her head obediently. He gave her a kiss, and his tone was as high and low as always: "There is no need for this, go, little girl, it's a festival once a year, it's fun."

Wow, being so kind to Jiang Jiang all of a sudden, Jiang Jiang feels a little hairy.

Fu Jiang glanced at him, confirmed that there was no sense of danger, and then went out.It's been a long time since I went out, and it's a great thing that someone still provides travel funds.

He watched Fu Jiang's back disappear at the door, stared at it for a while, and then turned his gaze back to the newspaper in his hand.

The butler stood quietly behind him, looking at his newspaper for hours without turning a page.No one knew McCoff in front of him better than him. He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him. The black coffee tasted thick and mellow, "I think you will need this."

It has started to snow outside, it is a beautiful snow scene.It is astonishingly beautiful, like the last bright color under the gray sky.The white cat seems to like this scene very much. It keeps rolling in the snow. If it weren't for those blue eyes, it might not be able to find it in the snow. Now it is fat like a ball No wonder Fu Jiang always looks very disgusted.

"Is there really no need to send someone to follow Ms. Fu Jiang?" the butler asked in a low voice.

The man took a sip of his coffee and said, "No need." That being said, how could the housekeeper who has been with him for so many years not know that the man in front of him has always been duplicity. Otherwise, how to explain the newspaper that has never been turned over.

Mycroft looked at the street lights that had started to light up outside, making the world more and more pure white and innocent, making people feel dreamy, and suddenly said, "I don't worry if she will run away, because I know she will never run away." It’s impossible to run away. The whole of England is my domain, and she can’t escape here after all. She’s already my yellow warbler.”

The coffee cup was turned around, and Mycroft said, "I just want to see what choice she will make."

This choice is related to how he should treat this child. No matter how smart he is, the brain areas of reason and emotion in this world do not interfere with each other.Compared with Fu Jiang's willful and willful treatment of others, he didn't know how to deal with this willful and vicious little guy from the beginning.Imprisoned, let go, or turned a blind eye, her status is different from others after all, there has never been a precedent for how to deal with this matter, reason and emotion in the thinking palace are also entangled.

What a troublesome little girl.

The butler handed him a piece of mousse cake, hesitated for a while before saying, "I always feel that Ms. Fu Jiang didn't..." They spent the longest time together, and he saw a lot of things.

"I know." Mycroft interrupted him, looking at the white side of the coffee cup.

How could Holmes, who is as smart as Mycroft Holmes, not know whether Fu Jiang really fell in love with him or not? His eyes were as black as ink, and when facing him, many emotions could flash across, or fear, or submissiveness, or willfulness, but There has always been no love, so I can't say that. To be precise, this child is so immature emotionally that he still doesn't understand what love is and what love is. He only knows how to ask for it blindly.

He has no way to teach her. Everyone in the Holmes family has the problem of not being able to distinguish between desire for control and emotion.

What's more, such a willful child would be very cute if his personality was a little restrained, at least he couldn't lure others to do bad things so badly.For the rest he didn't need her to make any bigger changes.

Even if one day, she is really tired of him...

He half-closed his eyes, the whole of England, the whole of Great Britain is still under his control, no matter what the reason is for approaching him, now this place is a cage drawn for her, since love can't be returned, then it should be with Freedom as the price of teasing him.

As for love.

She is still so young, she has enough time to learn slowly.

Taking the plate from the butler, it was a very tempting piece of matcha mousse cake. The butler has always been an expert at making desserts. Since he started to lose weight, he has hardly touched this high-calorie delicacy. Mycroft shook his head, "Old man, you know I've always been very restrained, and you gave me the mousse cake."

The butler smiled, "This is Christmas, sir, and this kind of clear rules should be kept until after this year is over."

Her voice also came from the door, "This sentence is right, I want to eat too."

She came back, somewhat unexpected but seemed to be cleaning up, and Mycroft clearly heard a soft sigh in his heart.The beauty is holding a shopping bag, Asians are always on the small side.Even though she is of mixed race, she looks very petite in front of this shopping bag at the moment. After handing the shopping bag to the butler, she smiled and leaned over, "I bought something for you as a gift."

McCoff looked at her, and didn't show any surprise at her gift, just glanced at her, "Scarf?"

Jiang Jiang: Jiang Jiang didn't want to chat with you at all, and threw a cat at you.

In fact, the cat didn't throw it in, but just saw Fu Jiang, and Pidianpidian ran in with him.

Well, fluffy, Jiang Jiang won't bother with you today during the festival!

It seemed that after Christmas that year, his desire to control slowly dropped, like a normal love affair.A few years ago, gossip magazines were quite interested in this pair.

"shock!The beauty next to Mycroft Holmes is actually this background"

Later, there were no magazines reporting on this matter. After all, everyone in the circle knew McCoff's status in the UK, and even his nickname was directly called the British Government.But to outsiders, McCoff is nothing more than a member of parliament and has no real power, so they don't pay much attention to his scandals.

After the two got together, they didn't get a marriage certificate, but they lived a smooth life. After all, Fu Jiang's health was a bit poor, and he died before him in the end. He didn't live long, but he lived two years longer. Years.

He is always restrained.

It wasn't until the housekeeper tidied up the villa that the photos and drawings that were thought to be lost were hidden at the end of the bookcase. There was almost no dust on them, and the drawings seemed to have been rubbed by hands many times.

In the past two years, perhaps I can only rely on these memories.