[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"Finally my turn. Siss." Nolan's blonde hair shone like Francis's. "How are you getting on with your physics freaks?"

Francis sipped on a strawberry milkshake, casually: "I always feel that you are a little prejudiced against Sheldon."

"Sheldon? You mean the one who said that the computer doctor is just a technical genius, and the physics genius refers to me, Sheldon Cooper, who is an intellectual genius." Nolan put it on the coffee, "I hate him. It's not prejudice .Little Sissy."

Francis curled his lips: "Sheldon is a direct, frank, very arrogant guy. Very cute."

"For ladies, or for physicists?" Nolan tilted his head and looked at Francis jokingly.

Francis smiled, she lowered her eyes, and looked up at Nolan again.

"What? Siss, you have something to say with that look on your face. Comeon. I've known you since you were 14 years old." Nolan sat up straight with interest.

"I put my stuff in Pall Mall, and Mycroft put his stuff in 221C." Francis took a deep breath, "It's weird, isn't it?"

"You slept with the person you like. Why are you entangled in such a place." Nolan couldn't understand this feeling, and suddenly remembered that he had slept with his goddess in college, that feeling, he pointed at Francis and said seriously Say, "Don't tell me you slept with someone and you're ready to quit."

"What? Your imagination is invincible in the world." Francis rolled his eyes, "To be precise, he slept with me. Sherlock was right. Mycroft slept with his old friend's granddaughter. It all depends It looks weird. Or it's weird."

Seeing Francis biting the straw with a tangled expression on his face, Nolan laughed: "You are tangled up because of this? Siss?"

"I'm serious, Nolan. It's not funny at all." Francis rubbed his forehead, and even the strawberry milkshake couldn't save her. "For the past 14 years, I have always regarded Mycroft as my elder."

"Even if you love him?"

"Yes." Francis smiled helplessly, "This feeling is like having sex with my father."

"Hahaha." Nolan laughed, dodging Francis' hand that was reaching over his mouth, "Hey, Sissy. Listen, that's not what matters. It's how you feel about each other. Hey, don't you Should be obsessed with this. At least not yet. You should enjoy it all, sex, kisses, love."

"Love, this is the strangest thing." Francis raised his eyebrows, "Macrof is an extremely calm and rational person. Love has nothing to do with him."

"You mean he didn't have a sign of his feelings for you? That bothers you." Nolan caught on. "You're insecure, Siss. You don't believe he loves you. You don't believe any People will love you except your mother. But in fact, your grandparents, your father, your older brothers, your cousins. They all love you. Bigfamily. Love is never without warning. Think about the recent the behavior of."

"It won't do anything."

"Doit. You learned profiling. You went to analyze Mycroft Holmes. What was the first thing that made you feel the change?" Nolan sat upright, legs crossed.

Francis rested his chin on one hand and thought.

"Intuition, Siss."

"Intuition is not rational at all. Well, well." Francis mused for a moment, "Well, I was in the hospital when we had a car accident in California, and I was half asleep and I heard that Long Longage. It was my mother. The song that was sung to me often. An English ballad. Then I opened my eyes."

"It turned out to be Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Francis nodded, as if thinking of that scene, with a smile on her face: "Before that, I didn't even know he could sing."

"How is he singing?" Nolan asked with interest.

Francis gave him a blank look, and he immediately sat upright again: "So, there is more."

She purses her lips so that the smile lines show on her face: "221C. He asked me to move out of Windsor. I got 20C 221 hours after we talked about living in Baker Street."

"Well. Caring." Nolan raised his eyebrows, "That's what a man should be."

"Wow, I forgot, you're a bi. No offense intended."

"Oh, don't talk about me. What else?" Nolan signaled Francis to continue.

Francis frowned and recalled: "Eric."

"What? It sounds like a person's name?" Nolan looked at Francis suspiciously.

Francis flipped his hair, looking at the strawberry milkshake in his blue eyes: "Alexandra, this is my middle name. Eric is my short name. This is the tradition of the Holmes family. His brother's My full name is William Sherlock Scott Holmes. But everyone calls him Sherlock. Only Mycroft calls me Eric. Everyone calls me Francis, Francie, Siss."

"I still don't understand. You think your title is special?"

"No, in fact, Mycroft always calls me Your Highness. Alek, she will only appear when the decision cannot be changed. Recently, she appears more frequently. But recently, he calls me Alek. Ever since the car accident, Eric has been in my life again."

"When was the last time you were called Eric?"

"Nine. I want to go bungee jumping, to release my stress. Mycroft doesn't allow it." Francis smiled. "But I've always been, you know, in your terms…"

"Stockholm patient." Nolan said jokingly, "Enjoy Francis, this is the first love in your life."

"I'm not even sure if this can be defined as a relationship." Francis said.

"That's it. Siss. You just hate change too much. It's a common problem among British people." Nolan said, frowning and asking with concern, "Are you still having that dream that made you fall?"

Francis plays with the straw of her strawberry milkshake: "No. Never again. But I dream of Atlantis. It's beautiful."

"Atlantis? You are talking about Plato's description, his ideal city." Nolan said.

"Atlantis. The civilization before ancient Greece. No one has ever found it." Francis showed her smile lines, "It is a holy place for pilgrims."

"Well, you've become religious, Siss..."

Francis' phone rang, and she motioned for Nolan to wait.

"I'm Francis. What's the matter Harry?"

"Siss, I need to come to Buckingham Palace. Granny needs you. God, I can't go to William, I can't go to Zara, you know she's getting married soon."

"Hey, brother, calm down. I'll go right away, okay? Wait for me, okay. Stay with her. I'll be right there. Loveyou, bye." Francis hung up the phone and looked at Nolan apologetically, "The appointment is over Now, Nolan, I have to deal with something."

Francis took the money out of the bag, and Nolan immediately stopped her: "Hey, what are you doing? I won't let girls pay, Siss. You owe me a dinner. But it's definitely not British food."

Francis looked at Nolan amusedly: "You really have a prejudice against British cuisine."

"Yes, the whole world is prejudiced against British cuisine. You should treat this matter correctly." Nolan and Francis clapped hands and said goodbye to her.

"You know it's impossible."

"Yeah, I know."

Francis drove to Buckingham Palace, and after getting out of the car, she went to find her brother Harry.

He was standing with Harry, his grandmother's secretary.

"Harry, what happened?" Francis trotted to his brother, gave him a hug, and then told his grandmother's secretary-general, "Long time no see, Harry. Where's Liz? Philip?"

"Look at this, Sissy. That's where I was." Harry handed Francis a stack of photographs, resting his forehead.

Francis took the photos, and her brows immediately frowned. She flipped through these unsightly photos, the pornographic photos of the two women.

"Has Liz seen this photo?" Francis put the photos away.

"Yes, His Royal Highness is with His Majesty," said Harry.

Francis took a deep breath: "Who is the other woman. Give me a name?"

Harry sighed, "Irene Adler. The sadistic queen."

The author has something to say: A male girlfriend like Nolan is exactly what I want.