[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"Yeah, not many widows use Children of the Nile—this glamorous and sexy Egyptian perfume." Sophie tore off her red hair to reveal her original golden hair, "although the " Embroidery from the Koran. But she is by no means a Christian."

□□ believers must wash their hands with clean water when eating, but Mrs. Black does not have this habit.

"Obviously. The lady doesn't have any sons at all. She doesn't even have a picture in the house." Sherlock took off his disguised gold-rimmed glasses. "Her organization provides everything for him. So it's a fictional son every time." Come to shirk."

"That's really a problem." Francis raised his eyebrows, playing with the red wig in her hands, "The other one is in Salocco, Sardinia. You have installed the bug here."

Sherlock nodded and raised his eyebrows: "Your equipment is not provided by MI5."

"Obviously. If you go to a country like the United States, you will find what you want. Although McCoff has cooperated with NSC, the United States is not his world." Francis stayed in the United States when he was not well known Five years, at that time she knew more than Nolan and Neil.

She raised her eyebrows triumphantly at Sherlock: "If you like, just tell me, Sherlock, you're welcome."

Sherlock glanced at Francis, and said quickly: "It seems that Windsor's reputation as a rebel is really well-deserved. You are not the good girl that the newspaper said, Francis."

Francis rolled his eyes: "They used to think my parents' marriage was a fairytale love story. Come on, the only thing you can believe in the newspapers is the marriage announcement and the obituary. But now only gentlemen of the old school would do that." Bar."

Francis went to the bathroom, wiped off the tear mole she drew with makeup remover, and washed off the transparent nail polish on her palms and fingertips with nail remover.

After she finished changing her clothes, Sherlock also changed into his usual black coat and wore a very special hat on his head.

"Well, this hat is nice." Francis gave Sherlock a specially made bluetooth, and she parted her blond hair and put on the bluetooth to listen to Sherlock.

"Your dress is nice, too," Sherlock noticed that Francis was wearing a blue dress embroidered with ravens, which symbolized thoughts and memories.

"Well, Nolan gave it to me." Francis is very sure of Nolan's taste. It's not surprising that Nolan, who has read countless women, can see her own size. She put on a hat of the same color, "I and Love it. It was my 20th birthday present.”

"Of course you'd like it," Sherlock said quickly and softly, and he could tell it was Mycroft's taste at a glance, and he held out his hand for Francis to take his arm, and they left the apartment together.

Francis chose an ordinary Volkswagen, and the performance of the German car is still very impressive.

The two people in the car were a little silent.

Sherlock looked at Her Royal Highness who was driving, and said, "You are virgin (you are a virgin)."

Francis almost used the gas pedal as the brake. When she stabilized the car, she was thankful that it was a manual transmission car. She coughed lightly. After all, in such an open age, it is a shame to be 21 years old.

"Why did you ask this suddenly?" Francis was not worried that Sherlock would laugh at her, after all, he was also a 28-year-old Virgin himself, and he was likely to become the last Virgin in England.

"Why?" Sherlock asked her back.

Francis raised her eyebrows, and she shifted to third gear to prevent Sherlock from saying something surprising again, and the group of them lost their souls in Italy.

"I don't know either. I'm an old-school guy myself."

"Never had a boyfriend at the age of 21."

"You don't even have a girlfriend at the age of 28, Sherlock. I'm only 21, so it's not the time to be anxious." Francis said flatly, "Besides, no one set a good example for me. Sherlock, your parents What kind of person is it?"

Sherlock frowned: "They are very ordinary."

"Ordinary is good." Francis said, "I was born in a family with a family history of more than 1000 years. My grandparents, my parents, and my uncles failed to set an example for me in marriage."

"You are afraid of marriage." Sherlock pointed out sharply.

Francis shook his head: "What I fear is not marriage, but change. Whether it is love or marriage, it is a huge change in my life. Although I will not become a queen, I can also emulate Elizabeth I."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and his curly hair trembled slightly: "Mycroft once wanted to train you to be the heir apparent of England."

"Ah, I know. Maybe I'm not an ordinary goldfish egg. However, I also know that he has changed his mind." As a princess, Francis is more sensitive to politics than her father and elder brother, "Otherwise, father William and Harry would have died earlier." He announced his abandonment of the succession to the throne. Tsk tsk, I think you know more about McCoff's methods."

Sherlock texted on his phone with his hands in his pockets: "Obviously, Francis."

"I wouldn't be a good monarch. I think Mycroft figured it out."

Sherlock frowned: "I don't think it's because of that."

Francis glanced at Sherlock with a puzzled expression: "Then what do you think?"

Sherlock sneered: "It's always difficult to guess the mind of a fat man."

Sherlock complained about his elder brother mercilessly: "You haven't seen him in adolescence, he is as fat as the two of him now."

Francis laughed a few times, his blue eyes gleamed charmingly: "To be honest, when I first met Mycroft, he wasn't skinny either."

When Mycroft received Sherlock's text message, he didn't know that his dear brother and princess had made fun of his weight, otherwise he would have rushed to capture these two little brats back to England.

"Virgin, anxiety disorder, DINK thoughts, emotional and rational split, contacts involved in arms, aware of your past intentions, education is fairly successful. PS The blue crow-patterned skirt is very suitable for her, but she should prefer Zhideng Bird - SH"

Mycroft put down his phone, he looked at the latest photos on the computer screen, and saw the blue dress, but in comparison, she was thinner than the 20-year-old, no, there were more eyes in the blue eyes. something else.

Francis, who had been made up, smiled, and Sherlock, who was dressed as a serious scholar, was a damn match.

Mycroft thought with a toothache.

He flipped through Francis' psychological report, and now he was sure that Francis and Dr. Lecter had teamed up to hide some things from him, and even Francis made some kind of deal with him, and she herself became the doctor's experimental product.

Presumably, even Nolan didn't know about this, otherwise he would have reported it to him.

Mycroft ate the biscuits that Anthea bought, and felt that the biscuits outside were really out of standard. Maybe he should shorten Francis' vacation.

Mycroft thought, licking the cavities that gave him a headache.

Before that, he should see a dentist first.

Mycroft called Anthea in and asked her to make an appointment with the dentist. As for the meeting with the Prime Minister, it was natural to wait in the back row.

What can Anthea say about this.

After all, it was the only thing Anthea could have foreseen after Boss ate sweets insanely.

But it's really strange, the little sweet biscuits brought over in the morning haven't been finished by noon.

You must know that the little sweet biscuits in this shop are the little sweet biscuits that she found after trying all the dessert shops in London and gained three catties.

Sure enough, the Boss still doesn't like it.

and many more? !

When Anthea left the door of Mycroft's office, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

She remembered that day after Princess Francis left, when she went to the Boss to submit the report, she saw an empty box in about 10 minutes. The remnants of a sweet biscuit, and the packaging is definitely not from any sweet shop in London.

So, these are the little sweet biscuits brought by His Royal Highness Francis and baked by himself.

After discovering something, Anthea felt sorry for the little biscuits she bought.

This is really insane differential treatment.

The author has something to say: Haha, Mycroft is the kind of man who is very honest without talking about his body.

Tomorrow morning, I will test subject two, and I will update it when I come back from the test.