[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

If there's anyone Francis likes to dine with the most, it's definitely McCaw.

"Does the psychiatrist look for a man or a woman?" Mycroft asked Francis as he drank Sabrion.

"It doesn't matter. It's all the same." Francis ate panna cotta topped with strawberry jam. She especially liked the sweet and sour taste. When I met him, I knew he was a scary guy."

"That's okay. Every hero has to have a nemesis."

"Listen to this, I thought you were at ease, sir." Francis smiled softly, and she stroked her brilliant blond hair, "Who knows that Sherlock can't wait to see him after he has a cohabitant Yes, sir?"

Mycroft glanced at Francis, but didn't speak.

Francis also wisely changed the topic, she rested her chin on her hand: "It's really nice to have dinner with my husband. The last time I ate with Nolan in California, the outside circle was full of media."

"The scandal between you and Mr. Ross is rampant, and some media speculate that you are living together." McCoff ordered TartufodiPizzo and said lightly.

"This is the troublesome part. I have explained this to my grandmother many times." Francis yawned. "I have promised them that they will not marry foreigners."

"The reason why His Highness Wales is so worried is because, Your Highness, you are 21 years old this year. The royal family's 21-year-old has always been watched. What kind of birthday party do you want, Your Highness?"

Francis took out her mobile phone and found that the headlines on the front pages of the major newspapers were the news that Francis, the Princess of Wales, escaped from a car accident and was seriously injured and was hospitalized. She slid her finger on the ball in the middle of the blackberry and said, "It's the same as before. There is no media disturbance. My car accident has been in the past three months." God, why is it still on the headlines. Shouldn’t the news keep pace with the times?”

"It's good for you to have a good relationship with the media, Your Highness? The news of your return to England has been blocked."

"I know, sir. The deeds of charity will be reported in two days." Francis may have been at odds with the media, "As long as they don't track my private life, I can do whatever I want. However, in this way, MI5 It’s too much work for me.”

Francis has only been in the public eye for just one month, and he has already won the title of Pallas Athena.

Diana's daughter, the fourth heir to the British throne, an institution of higher learning, an Ivy League school.

All this still made Francis a symbol of royal wisdom and a well-deserved British Athena.

"Sir, have you paid attention to Angela recently? Zara is worried about her a lot. I think she is extra sensitive because she is going to be a bride. However, I don't want Angela to cause any trouble to the royal family."

"You don't have to worry about this. Now you are raising it in the apartment for a few days, and you will go to the doctor regularly." McCoff's umbrella knocked on her feet. Because of the discomfort of her shoes, she changed her sandals into slippers, "Pay attention to you Courtesy, Your Highness Francis."

"Unless you can conjure up a Band-Aid, you'll allow me to let go of the hellish etiquette." Francis yawned again, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, "Strange, I obviously slept a dozen on the plane Hours, why are you still so sleepy?"

It should be the drowsiness reaction after sleeping pills.

Mycroft thought.

He packed a few desserts: "Let's go, Your Highness, I'll take you back to your apartment."

Francis nodded. She finally put on the sandals in the right way, and they got into the car with McCoff, and Anthea was waiting for them in the car.

"This is for you, Anthea." Francis gave Anthea one of the desserts, and she smiled, "It's hard work."

Anthea was flattered, and took the bag under the boss's stare, "Thank you very much, Your Highness. This is what I should do."

"You are different from an idler like me. Just thinking about your hairline, you can tell how hard you have been guarding England."

Anthea didn't know how to answer Francis' words.

After answering the call, she can also pack up and leave.

The car stopped after driving for less than 5 minutes. Francis turned his head and saw a strange place with the word 221C written on the house number.

"Sir..." Francis murmured.

Mycroft had his usual expression. He got out of the car first, opened the door for Francis, and helped her down.

"This is where you will live in the future, Alex." Mycroft handed the key to Francis and called him an exclusive name.

"But sir, it's only been twenty hours since we discussed 221C." Francis felt that his IQ was declining, and twenty hours was not enough for MI5 agents.

Luckily, Francis also realized that she had asked a stupid question, and luckily she saw someone.

"Isn't that Inspector Lestrade from Scotland? There have been another homicide in England recently?" Francis remembered that only two weeks had passed since the case of the impersonator Jack the Ripper was solved.

When did law and order in London get so bad?

"Alik, go in first and see if there is anything you need to add." Mycroft let Francis go in first, Francis nodded, turned and entered the apartment of 221C.

After Francis entered the apartment, she concealed the door. She moved towards the door frame and felt the switch to open. She walked upstairs to the living room, and she was stunned.

Brick red fireplace, Victorian sofa, wall lamps from the 90s of the last century...

All of this is the same as the layout of Kensington Palace 20 years ago. Although it is a little smaller, the layout here is the same as the Kensington where she lived.

Francis went to the kitchen and opened the cupboard, and saw the tea set that was exactly the same as when she was a child. She remembered that this tea set had been out of production for a long time.

In the cupboard were bowls, knives and forks, and her favorite Twinings tea cubes.

Mycroft had prepared everything for her.

Francis went to the bedroom, and at this time she also heard McCoff's footsteps going upstairs.

"Is there anything else you need, Your Highness?"

He changed his title back to His Royal Highness, but Francis didn't mind at all.

"There is nothing missing. When I came here today, I noticed that there is also a flower shop on this street. Tomorrow, I am going to buy some flowers to plant." Francis said in a good mood, "Did something happen to Sherlock? The sound insulation here is not very good, you can hear the sound of rummaging through boxes next door.”

Mycroft frowned: "I think you should take a good rest now, Your Highness. I will take care of the rest."

"Okay, sir."

"Good night, then, Your Highness."

"Good night, sir."

Francis sent Mycroft downstairs, took a shower, slept on the bed, and fell into a sweet dream.

After explaining a few words to Lestrade, McCoff drove away from Baker Street and headed for his residence on Pall Mall Street. When he drove past Baker Street and saw the flower shop that Francis mentioned, McCoff He took a look and asked the driver to stop.

"What's the matter, Boss?" Anthea asked.

"Buy flowers." Mycroft got out of the car with his black umbrella and walked a few steps to the flower shop called Gem.

He smelled all kinds of flowers. Although he was not a detective, his nose was very sensitive. He smelled a mixture of lemon and tea.

Mycroft quickly found the owner of this floral fragrance. It is a dark pink classic cup-shaped quadruple flower, and the small petals in the middle of the flower are arranged very beautifully.

The plant is short and strong, erect and open, growing like a shrub, but the potted effect is also very good.

Mycroft paid for all the flowers, and the driver put them in the trunk.

Anthea stepped forward and asked, "Do you want to send it to His Royal Highness Francis?"

Mycroft shook his head. There seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was different from his official indifference mask: "These flowers belong to Pall Mall."

Anthea was stunned for a moment. She looked at these flowers for a long time. Whether they were in bloom or in flower buds, they were so beautiful that people couldn't help but feel moved. His stern profile.

Anthea firmly thought that the flowers must be so beautiful that Boss decided to take them home, not because the name of the flower was Princess Alexandra.

Absolutely not.

The author has something to say: Anthea has already got it when it comes to the reserved and special way of expressing emotions.Hahaha

Alex is short for Alexandra.