[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

A creamy escargot soup was still simmering in the kitchen, bubbling in the pan.

Mr. Francis and Mr. Holmes were anxiously fighting in the chess game, and Mrs. Holmes came out to watch the battle while she was free.

As a former mathematician, she could easily see that Francis was making moves without any trace, and she patted Francis on the shoulder: "Good girl, I liked you very much last time, but Mike said that you were a little nervous to see us, let us I don't want to scare you. I'm a man who can't stop being enthusiastic"

last time?

Francis tilted his head and looked at Mrs. Holmes in doubt: "Helena, are you talking about the play you were talking about?"

"Oh, yes. Mycroft said he would bring his girlfriend over to see you, saying that you are shy." Mrs. Holmes didn't feel the guilt of betraying her eldest son at all. Instead, she said with a smile, "I didn't expect him to bring a A princess is here, he has not been a prince since he was a child."

Francis was still shocked that Mycroft introduced her identity like this before the two of them started, and was amused by Mrs. Holmes' words in the next second.

"He's much thinner now." Francis still defended McCoff.

"I'm glad to hear you say that. I'll show you my collection." Mrs. Holmes held Francis' wrist.

Francis glanced at Holmes apologetically, and the old gentleman waved his hand: "I still have to think about how to move the next move? Sissy, please go and satisfy her, or she will talk about me all night."

Mrs. Holmes gave the old gentleman a reproachful look, pulled Francis to sit aside, and took out the photos she had prepared. This was her exclusive collection. During the years when the little Holmes left home, she had to see them every day. The previous photos, and lamented how time flies.

Turning to Chapter 1 of the photo, it is Mycroft who was just born, sleeping so peacefully in his mother's arms. The Holmes and his wife greeted the newborn with joy on their faces. They must not have known at that time that the baby in their arms The baby will be the future British government.

Continuing to look through the photos, Francis couldn't help laughing when he saw the ball-like Mycroft.

She used to occasionally feel that Sherlock was always too harsh on his brother, after all he couldn't be called 'fatty' with his size now.

But McCoff was really a fat man before, definitely exceeding the BMI value of European children, and pulling up the average value.

"It's no wonder Sherlock always laughs at Mycroft's weight. Aha, how did he lose weight?" Francis felt that from such a fat man to Mycroft with only a slightly protruding belly, losing weight is simply amazing. a miracle.

She no longer disliked his little belly.

"Mike hates all exercise. His brain is really good, but he doesn't like to move. He would rather sit in a room and think for three hours than move." , my husband's brother, who used to be the Queen's Chief of Guards, he had no children, and chose Mike to inherit his mantle. And then he started to lose weight."

"Rudy? Rudy Holmes?" Francis had heard this name before. His grandfather once lamented his untimely death. He passed away before he was 50 years old. He was not his grandmother's head of guards. He was the chairman of the British National Security Council. , the bastion of the Commonwealth of Nations.

Presumably the Holmes couple didn't know this.

"Yes, it's him."

Francis smiled: "He was very close to my grandparents, and they all regretted his untimely death. To be chosen as the heir by such a person, McCoff must be very outstanding."

"My boys are very special. Charlie is a naughty boy, you see." Mrs. Holmes pointed to a photograph.

In the photo, Sherlock seems to be only five or six years old, wearing a pirate hat, with a little golden brown curly hair protruding from his ears, and a pair of gray-green eyes.

"Is it Mycroft who took the picture?" Francis thought that this Sherlock was so cute that only Mycroft, whose younger brother was in charge of terminal cancer, could take the picture.

"Yes, many of Charlie's photographs are taken by Mike. He's a good brother, isn't he?" Mrs. Holmes was always pleased with her eldest son.

"Oh, yes. If he is not, England will not have a good brother." Francis said with a smile while flipping through the photos of the Holmes family.

Francis had just turned to another page and before he could remember to read it, he was caught off guard by Sherlock who appeared from behind.

"Xiali, that's too impolite." Mrs. Holmes turned her head and saw her curly-haired child, and immediately frowned and reproached her. She then saw the older son standing behind the younger son and immediately said, "Mike, take care of him."

Sherlock turned to Mycroft and opened the photo album: "Mycroft, you wouldn't want Francis to see such photos."

Looking at the photos in the album, Mycroft narrowed his eyes and said to his mother, "I remember that these photos have been destroyed, Mom."

Mrs. Holmes looked at Mycroft's deep green eyes for some reason. She felt a little guilty. Mr. Holmes coughed twice: "Don't talk to your mother like that, Mycroft. Mother always has an exclusive collection. Return the photo album to me. Your mother, Sherlock."

As the only person with normal IQ in the family, Mr. Holmes, although he is always amiable, has the majesty of a father.

Sherlock was reluctant to return the album to Mrs. Holmes. Francis could see that McCoff really didn't want her to see the photo in the album. She held back her curiosity and said to Mrs. Holmes: "Helena , Is the creamy snail soup ready? I can smell the aroma."

"Soon, my dear. Are you hungry? I'll go get the soup." Mrs. Holmes remembered that the soup was still cooking in the kitchen. She put down the photo album in her hand and patted Francis' hand, "Siss , my dear, you wait a little longer, you can have lunch soon."

Francis smiled understandingly, quickly picked up the photo album that Mrs. Holmes put on the sofa, turned to the Holmes brothers and said, "You two owe me once."

Sherlock snorted arrogantly.

Francis turned to Mycroft and said, "What is the photo that made you panic so much?"

"Nothing." Mycroft said calmly.

Sherlock poked at his brother for a second: "Picture of McCoff wearing a dress."

Francis raised his eyebrows, and his blue eyes lit up.

"Sherlock, you're also wearing a skirt, and it's still a pink cake tutu." Mycroft smirked at his younger brother, "Victorian luxury style."

"Are you going to lure me to look at the photos?" Francis asked the two Holmes brothers who were facing each other.

"NO." The Holmes brothers said in unison.

Francis pouted, she got up from the sofa, put the album on the sofa casually, and straightened the wrinkles on her body from sitting down.

After she sorted it out, she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows and looked at Mycroft: "Mycroft, let's discuss and discuss. Before I met your parents last time, what did you tell them?"

Sherlock had been surreptitiously watching Francis and Mycroft as they ate dinner, and he'd swear on his brains.

Their conversation tonight is sure to be exciting.

The big detective thought gloatingly.