[Shen Xia] Tricked away a big detective

Of course, Fulla didn't change her hairstyle, she even dangled in front of Sherlock with her curly hair.Until dinner with Clifford and Erin on Friday night, she still had curly hair, a little black dress, and red lips.

Irene was obviously taken aback, but soon said with a smile: "Miss Fan Lun looks more refined than before."

Even if a rival in love praises herself, Fulla is very grateful. , when she was video chatting with Grace, she also boasted that she looks better like this!Sherlock is indeed a straight man, aesthetics is hopeless!She sat down with a smile: "If you change to a good look, your mood will be different."

Clifford called the waiter: "It's really important to maintain a good mood. Next, I hope Miss Fan Lun's life will have a new start."

Fulla felt that talking to these two people was the correct way to open up interpersonal relationships. Facing Sherlock's venom attack every day, she wondered if she was really ugly and stupid.She took a menu, and after ordering the main course and side dishes, she started flipping through the desserts. As soon as her eyes fell on the ice cream, the menu was taken away.

Sherlock returned the two menus to the waiter: "No need, thank you."

Fulla stared blankly at all this, before she could stop it, she looked at Sherlock: "I want to eat that ice..."

Before he finished speaking, Sherlock gently persuaded: "Miss, it is not suitable for you to eat these cold foods recently, or you will have abdominal pain in a few days, and you should eat less sweets, and your throat will also hurt if you eat too much." uncomfortable."

Fulla seemed to remember something, she blushed a little, and said nothing more.Clifford and Irene on the opposite side looked at the two with a half-smile, and said with emotion: "Mr. Crouch is really a caring person."

Fulla nodded slightly, and Sherlock poured a cup of hot tea into the teacup in front of Fulla: "After all, Miss's body is relatively weak, and there are still many things that need attention."

Irene said to Clifford reproachfully: "Look at you, you are still my fiancé, what can compare to Mr. Crouch's thoughtfulness."

Clifford laughed and said, "Others' young people are still in love, so let's not hurry up! Take care of yourself!"

Irene pretended to hit Clifford a few times, Fulla blushed even more, and she said weakly: "What kind of love!" But no one took the little girl's embarrassment seriously, not even Sherlock. He didn't refute this sentence at all, but kept busy.

The four of them chatted for a while before the dishes came out slowly.The four present here are all well-informed people, and they can pick up topics no matter what they say. All in all, everyone felt very happy this evening.

Fulla ate the veal steak that Sherlock had cut for her, and was still enthusiastically participating in the conversation, until Sherlock suddenly raised her head: "What's wrong with you here?"

All eyes were on Fulla's neck. She didn't pay attention to it before, but just felt itchy and scratched it a few times. She took out the makeup mirror from her handbag and looked, and there was a red rash on her neck. Coupled with the few red marks scratched by her hand, it looks very scary.Fulla quickly looked at the mirror: "What's going on!"

Clifford took off the napkin and walked up to Fulla, and took a closer look: "It may be that there are inappropriate foods in tonight's dishes, and Miss Van Lun is allergic again."

Fulla became more anxious and itchy, and she couldn't help reaching out to scratch the rash: "I didn't eat fish and shrimp tonight, which is prone to allergies!"

Sherlock grabbed her hand: "Don't scratch it." He glanced at the dishes on the table, and fixed his eyes on the juice in front of Fulla: "What kind of juice is this?"

Irene called the waiter directly. At this time, the rash on Fulla's body had extended to her collar, and she even started to cough: "William, I feel so bad!"

The young waiter stuttered in fright until the restaurant manager rushed over. Sherlock held the glass of juice in one hand and Fulla in the other: "What are the ingredients in this!"

The manager urgently called the chef while wiping his sweat. The chef was eagerly explaining the ingredients of the juice until he said the word "strawberry". Sherlock threw the cup heavily on the floor: "There are strawberries in it! Why isn't it written on the menu? !"

His expression looked a little ferocious, coupled with his height advantage, the chubby chef and restaurant manager could only bow down and apologize.Fulla coughed and rubbed Sherlock's shirt to relieve the itching.Sherlock didn't have time to go to the restaurant to argue, so he could only firmly fix her in his arms to prevent her from moving around.

Irene looked at Fulla's uncomfortable expression: "Would her allergies be so severe before?"

While grabbing her fidgeting hand, Sherlock patted her rash gently: "She also has allergic reactions to many kinds of fruits and vegetables, but it hasn't been this severe before."

Clifford asked Fulla to open her mouth, inspected it carefully, and said, "It may be because of the ingredients of the medicine she took before, and she didn't take any allergy medicine during this period. This time, the rejection reaction to the allergen is a bit Big, even her throat is red."

Sherlock comforted Fulla in a low voice, and said, "I definitely don't dare to take the medicine I brought before. I'd better take her to the hospital first. Mr. Clifford, Miss Pulver, thank you very much for your hospitality tonight." After speaking, he picked up Fulla and prepared to leave first.

Fulla was speechless at this moment, she leaned motionless in Sherlock's arms, looking weak and well-behaved.Seeing her like this, Irene felt very sorry: "It's all my fault for choosing this restaurant. It's still some distance from the hospital. Miss Fan Lun is like this, can she still persist!"

Because of Clifford's face, Sherlock didn't like to reprimand Irene's words angrily, but Fulla, as if her words had been fulfilled, suddenly started coughing, coughing so much that only the air was exhaled but not inhaled. The whole little face was flushed red, and at the end he gasped for a few breaths, and his eyes began to roll upwards.

Clifford seemed to remember something, he took out a medicine bottle from his bag and handed it to Sherlock: "I take this oral solution every day, if you believe me, you might as well give Miss Fan Lun some before going to the hospital." The hospital can make her feel much better!"

Sherlock hesitated a bit, but it was Fulla, who struggled to point to the medicine bottle after hearing these words, expressing that she was willing to try, she was really uncomfortable!Don't care what kind of medicine it is, it doesn't just work!

Sherlock gritted his teeth, poured the medicine into Fulla, picked her up and rushed out of the restaurant.Leaving Clifford and Irene behind, they glanced at the empty medicine bottle that was casually thrown on the table, and exchanged glances.

After being hugged into the car, Fulla collapsed in the backseat, and Sherlock drove the car: "Lie down after eating, do you want to gain a few more pounds?"

Fulla adjusted her posture to make herself more comfortable lying down: "It was so tiring just now! Do you know how tired it is to cough desperately! My throat is hoarse!"

Fulla's voice is indeed a little hoarse now, which shows how dedicated she was just now.Sherlock smiled: "You are really talented in this area, and ordinary people will really be fooled by you."

Fulla patted her chest: "Of course, this is my handicraft!" She turned over and faced the driver's seat: "Sir, when do you think Clifford will officially recruit me into the team?"

"Don't worry." Sherlock drove the car steadily: "He can't help adding allergens to your dishes today, and when your condition requires a lot of dependence on his so-called oral liquid, he will naturally take you Joined the sect. Fanning sect will not let this fat fish of the Fan Lun family go."

Fulla retched: "It's disgusting. When you poured it into me just now, it really smelled fishy. I still feel the smell in my mouth! Oh my god, it's so disgusting!"

Sherlock parked the car on the side of the road: "Come on, make it up to you, buy what you want to eat yourself!"

Fulla sniffs, sweet taste!She sat up suddenly, and there was a big and bright dessert shop outside the car!Her eyes lit up, she opened the car door, and ran in bouncingly.

Sherlock was sitting in the car, watching Fulla stepping on high heels and wearing a small dress, mingling with a group of children in line to order orders, he smiled unconsciously, and she was indeed a little girl.He took another look before turning his head and leaning on the seat. It’s good to eat a little fatter, and it will feel better to poke your face next time, but this Fulla only grows a belly if she eats everything. He frowned and grew flesh. It has to be evenly distributed!

The author has something to say:

Curly, are you really just poking your face to feel more comfortable?Um? ?