[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

No one knew what deal Francis and Moriarty made that night.

Even Mycroft only knew that Francis went back to Baker Street after three o'clock in the morning and fell asleep until the afternoon.

On this day, Zara came to her.

"Oh, look at this face, it's tender, this is what a birthday person should be like." Zara pinched Francis' face and said with a smile.

Francis reached out and touched Zara's face: "Look at your rosy face and happy face, you are indeed the one who is going to get married."

Zara patted her hand off a little shyly, and hugged her like a buddy: "Let's go, honey, let's go shopping."

"Shopping. Oh, Zara, you really like this sport, I think it is second only to horse riding." Francis put his arm around Zara's waist, "How do you say that, there are always a few things in a woman's closet. A satisfactory dress."

"Exactly." Zara took Francis out, "I think you need some for your birthday party, you know, jewelry, shoes, clothes, top hat..."

"These are all ready, tomorrow is the birthday party, Zara. If I don't prepare it soon, I will be anxious." Francis curled his lips, "Can I have a strawberry milkshake? I fell in love recently."

Zara was sad: "Oh, you are so in control of your body, honey, do you know how many months I ate green salad to wear my wedding dress?"

"You can't think about how much I exercise, and Zara, you are in perfect shape. Things like getting fat should be something Beatrice and Eugenie should worry about. Angela's weight determines that she is doomed." To like girls."

"Hey, Sissy, don't be so mean. I know you hate her, but please don't do this to her." Zara didn't like Angela either but she would never be so mean to describe her.

"I don't hate her, I hate her. Except for the group of people who killed my mother, Angela Mountbatten Windsor definitely tops the list I hate the most." Francis frowned and said, "I can ignore Kami La, Zara, but Angela, I don't think I'll ever reconcile with her."

"Okay, let's talk about the party anyway. Would you push Will or Harry into your birthday cake? Charles ordered you a 1.8 meter birthday cake. It's really good, isn't it, dear of?"

"Zara, honey, you look more excited than I am."

Zara took Francis into the shopping mall and saw Nolan's London branch was established today on the big screen. The blond man on the screen was elegant and irresistible. He made a wink to the camera.

There were a lot of women in the building screaming about it.

"Your gossip boy is really popular, Sissy. I bet William and Henry will hate him." Zara shrugged and smiled. "But he is really handsome."

"Hey ma'am, remember when you were the one getting married?" Francis laughed.

Zara pushed her on the shoulder: "Charles told me you plan to set up a fund for autistic children on your birthday?"

"That's right, honey. I gotta help kids like me. Tell them not to be discouraged even if they're called a freak, they'll have a better life than the guy who called them a freak."

"Oh, I confirm that you really hate Angela, again."

Francis smiled back at Zara.

The birthday is coming soon, and Frances is fully dressed in Kensington. She wears the aquamarine earrings and necklaces that Mycroft prepared for her. Fixing the forehead pendant in the middle, some blue broken star-like gems are hidden in her golden hair.

"Oh, you are so beautiful, Siss." Harry couldn't wait to give Francis a kiss on the cheek.

"God, Harry, you actually took my first one." William dropped a kiss on the other cheek of Francis, "I couldn't believe my eyes. Siss, you are really like Venus." shine."

Harry curled his lips: "Will, do you know that you are a married man? Kate, do you really don't mind Will talking glibly to other girls?"

"If it's Frances, I don't mind at all." Kate gave Frances a hug, her eyes twinkling tenderly. "You're beautiful. Totally sparkling."

Francis held Harry in one arm and William in the other and said with a smile: "The boys' conversation reminded me of when I was young, Will and Harry always asked me who is your favorite brother."

Kate smiled emotionally: "This is the topic that Pippa and I like to torture James the most."

"Haha, but actually they all lost. I said my favorite brother was Peter. And said Will and Harry were like ADHD boys."

"Oh, Siss, you're so clever. The boys must have been hit hard."

Harry rubbed his temples: "You can't imagine."

"Did you send the most intelligent bodyguard to pick up my genius friends, Will?" Francis was really worried that the group of California geniuses who didn't think it was a big deal would get lost in London.

"Oh, of course. By the way, you are really going to dance with Eric, and you don't plan to think about it." William was still fighting for the last time.

Francis looked at his brothers strangely: "You all have a significant other. Of course, you have to dance with your wife or girlfriend for the first dance. I don't have a boyfriend, and I don't plan to be stared at by the media every day after dancing. Eric is The best choice, he is my relative, we are related by blood, and he is still underage, no matter what, the media will not write some romantic stuff. You can imagine if I danced with Nolan tonight We had our first dance, and tomorrow's headlines will be that we're engaged."

"Can you forget about that blond American guy with a fluffy face?" Harry grumbled.

Francis reminded: "Hey honey, you have to be nice. Nolan and I are just good friends. I have a lot of male best friends, but we will not be lovers, couples. So, just a friend, boys, be nice .Okay, let's go, adolescent boys, let's meet the guests together."

Even for Frances's birthday party, she had to stand next to Harry to greet her guests.

"Hey, Neil, you must be Pete Booker. Neil keeps mentioning you. Have fun." Francis smiled and shook hands with Neil and Pete.

When Pete and Neil walked in side by side, he turned his head and whispered to Neil, "You actually know her, God, she's a princess."

"She's a friend." Neil raised his eyebrows at Pete proudly, "Also, I got a kiss from her."

Pete exclaimed in a low voice: "OMG, don't say that you cheated this princess' feelings."

"You have a great imagination, Pete. That princess has a hard heart."

Harry glanced at the peacock-like man who walked in, who was more coquettish than the blond man, and whispered to William, "I don't think it's a good idea to study in the United States?"

"Quite so, Harry. I think so too."

Kate and Francis looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Hey, Sheldon, Leonard, Howard, Rajesh, Penny, Bernadette, thank you for coming to my birthday party." Francis finally saw her gifted friends, and she hugged them in turn girls.

"Thank you for the invitation. London is really, Amazing." As the only person in the team with normal EQ, Leonard expressed his gratitude to Francis.

"I hope to come to my wedding with Howard in the future." Bernadette said, she gave Howard a shy look.

Francis raised his eyebrows and said maliciously: "Well, you don't think about it anymore?"

"Siss, etiquette," Charles warned.

"Sorry, let's go in, friends, I hope you all have a good time.",

After welcoming a bunch of representatives of European royal families, Francis finally ushered in his best friend Mr. Nolan and the trio of Sherlock, Watson and Inspector Lestrade.

"You look absolutely beautiful. My dear princess." Nolan and Francis kissed each other.

"You look very good too, Nolan." Francis looked at Nolan in a neat suit with a smile, "See you later, dear."

"See you later, Siss."

Francis ignored Harry's firm grip on Nolan's hand, and continued to keep a smile on his face: "Hey, look at how handsome you are in your tie, Sherlock. Today is my birthday, can't you give me a smile? "

Sherlock looked at Francis indifferently, and then he gave an exaggerated smirk, which was not at all perfunctory, and his whole face was full of folds.

Francis felt particularly tired: "Now I know why you don't smile, well, the folds blame you for winning. Dr. Watson, Inspector Lestrade, I hope you have a good day."

The author has something to say: I feel sorry for Nolan, my hands must be very painful when I go back