[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Francis followed Mycroft off the plane, and Mycroft took her to the Diogenes Club, his office, and asked her to wait a while while he was going to meet his brother's roommate.

The moment Francis looks at Mycroft like this, it really makes people feel that this cold man is extra real.

She waved at Mycroft and said that she would obediently stay in the club's office and wait for him to come back.

McCoff had no doubts about that.

After waiting for Mycroft to leave, Francis took out a BlackBerry from the hidden pocket on the left, which she assembled herself.

She made a call.

"It should be morning in Baltimore. Good morning, doctor." Frances smiled softly, her blue eyes sparkling with indifference.

"Good evening, my dear princess. You seem to have caused you a lot of trouble." The voice on the other end of the phone was sexy as hell.

Francis was unmoved, and her voice was cheerful: "I believe in Dr. Lecter's ability, don't you, dear Hannibal. At least after I'm gone, you have a new toy. Isn't the FBI's new toy fun? "

The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, he laughed a few times, and said in an extremely nasty way: "Has that Mr. Holmes seen this side of you, my dear Princess?"

Has he ever looked into your dark side?

I'm afraid I didn't expect you to have such a crazy side.

Francis clicked his tongue and was unmoved: "Hannibal, although you are a psychiatrist, don't forget that I am good at counter-suggestion. This is why you failed to hypnotize me."

"It's really generous of you to rent yourself to me for experiments. Her Royal Highness."

"Don't forget, this is paid. It was because of the sequelae of your experiment on me that Mycroft found you." Francis said regretfully, "If you write health in my report, I will You don’t have to deal with new doctors.”

"With all due respect, you are not in a good state of mind, Francis."

"Yeah, I feel like I'm going schizophrenic." Francis said indifferently.

There were a few more chuckles on the other end of the phone, and Hannibal said, "I'm not here to joke, Francis. Although your mental defenses are strong, there are hidden dangers in your spiritual world."

"If that's the case, why didn't you succeed in hypnosis?" Francis said.

"Holmes is your spiritual support, but he is not invincible."

Hannibal's words made Francis silent. She frowned, and after a while, she said, "Thank you for your kindness, Hannibal. I will take care of this matter."

"What are you afraid of, Francis?" The voice on the other end of the phone became soft, soft and seductive, like the snake in the Garden of Eden.

"I have no fear in my heart."

"You are lying, Francis. You are afraid of disappointing Mr. Holmes."

"I've never let him down," Francis said firmly.

"It doesn't mean that you are not afraid. It just proves that you are very afraid of that gentleman's disappointment." Hannibal said.

Francis frowned, with the uncomfortable feeling of being peeped inside that triggered her Meniere's attack, and rubbed her head as she said, "You don't have to make that assumption. Because it won't be true." .”

"You're on opposite sides now, Francis. Haven't you ever suspected anything?"

Francis sat up straight, her eyes were frighteningly bright: "In this world, I would rather doubt my father than Mycroft. He is a trustworthy person."

Francis and Hannibal ended their conversation.

Hannibal, who was far away in the United States, looked at the mobile phone in his hand and smiled softly.

The alienation plan failed.

The princess trusts the gentleman more than expected.

Francis sat where Mycroft used to sit, flipping through the book "To Kill a Mockingbird".

Her immaculate fingers stopped on a certain page for a long time, rubbing the paper with her fingertips, she was a little lost in thought, thinking about something.

About two hours later, Mycroft came back, and Francis looked at him with great interest.

"What? Is the housemate a pleasant fellow?"

"It's a big soldier (the author burst out laughing when he saw this translation), it's kind of interesting." McCoff watched Francis straighten the folds of his clothes, "What do you want for dinner?"

"Well, French cuisine. The one that Nolan took me to last time is pretty good." Francis didn't mind what he said about the dark cuisine of the British Empire in the end.

Nolan?

Mycroft did not forget that in the car accident, Francis asked Nolan to jump out of the car first, remembering that this person still firmly occupied the throne of Francis' rumored boyfriend.

"I changed two bodyguards for you, Your Highness." After Francis' accident, Mycroft quickly changed her bodyguards. There was obviously a problem with the two, and this time McCoff replaced his own.

Francis didn't care much about bodyguards with a very low sense of presence.

"So, where the hell are we going to eat, sir?"

"There's a new Italian restaurant near Baker Street. Go somewhere."

All of Francis' emotions were hidden under her smiling face. She got in the car and saw Anthea who hadn't seen her for a long time.

"Good evening, Anthea."

Anthea stared at the phone, looked up and replied.

"Good evening, Your Highness."

She didn't dare to look at Francis too much. She remembered that after she was shocked by Her Royal Highness's beauty for the first time, she stared at her for a long time, and then was ordered to die by the boss in the next month. It's really meaningless to Her Royal Highness.

"Anthea seems to have become more beautiful, are you in love?" Francis asked with a smile.

Anthea stared at the Mycroft laser light and shook her head with difficulty.

"No, Your Highness."

Francis said oh and didn't say anything more.

This made Anthea breathe a sigh of relief, and she kept her eyes on the phone, pretending to be an Internet addicted girl.

She didn't dare to look at McCoff, she was extremely suspicious that her boss fell in love with the little princess at first sight, maybe she started playing with it when she was a little girl.

The devil and the princess loli are inexplicably touching.

Anthea didn't have any expression on her face, but she squeezed the phone very hard, revealing her excitement.

Do you want to write an article in the forum?

Anthea was about to extend her evil claws to the button, when suddenly, the screen of the phone went black.

Anthea pressed the button of the mobile phone in disbelief, not believing that the mobile phone produced by MI5 was scrapped just like that.

She looked up and saw the cold eyes of the boss in the rearview mirror.

Anthea trembled in her heart, stuffed her phone into her bag with a blank expression, and then her face was full of cows.

Boss I don't dare anymore.

Mycroft shifted his gaze to Frances, who was looking up good Italian dishes.

"Shrimp fried with herbs, spaghetti bolognese, drumsticks, borscht, chicken bruschetta, and we can have some Sabret Lyonnais. What's for dessert, sir? Tartufo di Pizzo is chocolate-sweet, panna cotta Refreshing and delicious, the point is that it also has several flavors of caramel, chocolate and jam. But the representative of Naples desserts has to be the rum cake, its sweet taste is really unforgettable.”

Francis frowned in distress. It was a tough choice.

Mycroft looked at the tempting dessert pictures on Francis' mobile phone and nodded. This is indeed a difficult choice.

"Maybe, we can pack a few copies before we go."

Anthea forgets that her boss is an outrageous sweet tooth.

The author has something to say: These two people are definitely sweet parties~