[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"It's so much trouble for you, Francis." Mrs. Hudson gratefully brought black tea and cookies to Francis.

The water pipe in 221B suddenly burst, Mrs. Hudson, as a widowed old lady, had nothing to do about it, especially Watson moved away after Sherlock's death, so she could only ask for help. Recently, Francis was preparing for Cambridge University. Back to live in 221C, she went to find Francis.

When Francis was in the United States, she kept a low profile and lived in an average apartment. If there was a water pipe leak, she was afraid of trouble, and later learned to repair water pipes, light bulbs, and electric meters by herself.

After the plumbing was done, Francis helped Mrs. Hudson mop the floor.

Mrs. Hudson was very grateful for that.

"Don't say that, Mrs. Hudson." Francis could see the shock of Sherlock's death on the lovely old lady. "After what we've all been through, you don't have to be polite. Some more What? I have to go to the supermarket in a while, and you should go for a walk too. "

"Yes, there are no flour and sugar at home." Mrs. Hudson thought for a while seriously, "The black tea leaves are almost gone."

"Then I'll drive, dear."

Before Sherlock left, Francis promised that he would take care of Mrs. Hudson and Watson. Watson moved out of 221B because he didn't want to stay in this sad place anymore. Only time can heal his trauma.

As Mrs. Hudson has not found a new tenant, Francis is relatively more worried about this elderly lady.

Francis took Mrs. Hudson to the supermarket. She had no disguise, and many people recognized her as the Princess of Wales.

Many people came up to say hello, and many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Frances has gotten used to it recently, especially after she entered Cambridge University as a professor. She smiled on both sides. The British are full of elegance and restraint. Only those paparazzi will treat her Chasing and intercepting, just for a few photos.

Francis helped Mrs. Hudson go in and out of the supermarket to buy daily necessities and pay the bill before going to the underground parking lot with her things.

There was a scream from behind. Francis turned his head subconsciously, stretched out his hand to protect Mrs. Hudson, and looked at the source of the scream. A red-haired woman in her 40s and [-]s with disheveled hair stumbled over. There was some redness at the corners of her eyes and some bleeding at the corners of her mouth, and she was chasing a strong man in a black polo shirt behind her.

"Help, help..." Her face was full of fear and panic, and she kept asking for help, "No, Jack, no."

This is domestic violence.

Francis interpreted this situation in three seconds. She slowly put down the things in her hands, and unbuttoned her cuff buttons and the top button of her jacket.

When the panicked woman ran in front of her, Francis suddenly stood behind her, with his back to her, facing the man.

"Go away." Jack yelled angrily.

Someone saw that it was Her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales who stood up, and hurriedly shouted: "Dangerous, Princess Francis."

Francis's blue eyes froze, and he punched him directly in the eyes, then punched him in the temple with a second punch, and kicked him on his beer belly. Before Jack could react, there was another shoulder throw He fell directly to the ground.

The people around me who watched this series of actions so smoothly were amazed.

It wasn't until the security guard of the supermarket came that Francis held down his hand and didn't let go. The audience finally came to their senses and applauded her.

The woman who was being chased also came up gratefully, and she also recognized Francis' identity: "Thank you, Your Highness. Oh, my name is Jacqueline, and I didn't expect that Jack would find a place where I work."

Francis shook hands with Jacqueline, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to her: "This is my lawyer, I think he can help you."

"Thank you, thank you Your Highness, I really don't know what to say." Jacqueline burst into tears excitedly.

Francis just patted her on the shoulder encouragingly: "It is our duty to protect the people."

She looked at the time on the watch for a while, and said to Jacqueline: "I have to go, there is still something to do."

"Please don't delay your business." Jacqueline wiped away her tears and said goodbye to Francis quickly.

After Francis said goodbye to the others with his things, he and Mrs. Hudson came to the underground garage. Mrs. Hudson still had lingering fears.

"Oh, it's terrible. Poor Jacqueline, to have met such a man." Mrs. Hudson sympathized with Jacqueline's experience.

Francis is not the case. If Jacqueline really made that call, she would give her a high look and ask a lawyer to help deal with this matter, but if Jacqueline didn't make this call, she would not pay attention to this matter. .

"I hope she can get rid of that Jack." Francis started the car, and McCoff called. She put the Bluetooth on her ear and answered McCoff's call, "Francis."

"Do what's right, Eric." Mycroft's voice came from the Bluetooth with a slightly deep meaning.

Francis felt that McCoff was a little unhappy, so she laughed instead: "I thought you would be very happy, your fighting professor is pretty good."

"Now the Internet is full of news about you."

Francis raised his eyebrows: "There are no bad rumors, are there?"

"You reminded them that Pallas Athena also has the title of Goddess of War besides the Goddess of Wisdom."

Francis pursed his lips and smiled: "It seems that the imagination of the people of England is really rich. But it would be great to convey positive energy and establish a positive image. Oh, yes, I will learn from Mrs. Hudson later Little cake, do I want to send you some?"

She was going to gag Mycroft with something to eat.

Sure enough, McCoff explained a few questions about safety in a casual manner.

After Francis hung up the phone, Mrs. Hudson asked gossipingly, "Is it McCaw?"

"Yes, he's a little nervous about me." Francis has always been generous in dealing with emotional matters, and she and Mycroft have nothing to hide. "Especially after the Sherlock thing. He was a little too nervous."

"It can be seen that Mycroft likes you very much. I used to think he liked men." Mrs. Hudson always maintained enthusiasm for love. "After all, he and Lestrade have visited Sherlock many times. I thought they They are a couple."

Francis wondered many times about the mystery of Mycroft's previous sexuality.

"Aha, I doubted that before I was with McCoff." Francis whispered to Mrs. Hudson, "but now, we are going to get engaged, although my father and grandfather haven't agreed yet." .I'm sure Mycroft will be able to fix this little problem soon."

Sure enough, the topic of love opened up Mrs. Hudson's chatterbox, and she became much more cheerful.

When McCoff returned to 221C, he opened the door and smelled the tempting cake aroma.

He took off his shoes and changed into the men's slippers that Francis had prepared for him. When he saw the slippers carefully prepared by the hostess for the first time, Mycroft felt a complex and joyful emotion in his heart. I might be really old.

He walked into the living room wearing slippers and watched his little princess playing with her mobile phone on the sofa with her bare feet. There were five or six cupcakes on the coffee table, dotted with red dried cranberries.

Her blond hair ran casually from her back to her waist, and her pale face finally regained a little radiance, with a healthy blush on her face.

Overall, he's done his job as a boyfriend fairly well.

"Don't stare at your phone all the time, it's bad for your eyes." Mycroft held back for a while, and decided to give Francis a kiss in accordance with the habit of goldfish returning home before expressing his dissatisfaction.

After all, Francis hadn't noticed that he had gone home.

Is he really ushering in his midlife crisis?

"You're just like my dad." Francis glared dissatisfiedly at the gangster who got her mobile phone and muttered, "Anthea just recommended some interesting forums to me."

"It's time for me to limit the time you spend on your phone, dear." Mycroft pretended not to hear Francis' coquetry, and deducted Anthea's bonus for this month in his mind.

He was sitting next to Francis, and her white and tender feet were quietly placed next to him, white and shiny, with slightly curled little toes, which disturbed him a little.

Mycroft picked up the cupcake to cover up his slight gaffe.

"How does it taste?" Francis' eyes were as bright as stars.

Francis' cooking skills are different from most British women. She can definitely be at the Michelin level for cooking skills.

McCoff ate a small cake to control his desire, he nodded: "What are you going to do for dinner?"

Francis got up from the sofa, and she stepped on the furry brown-red floor with her bare feet, which made her feet look particularly white.

It was so white that Mycroft was dazed.

He couldn't keep his eyes off her feet.

Oh, what a horrible truth.

Mycroft felt that he didn't have time to think about dinner. He reached out and took Francis's hand, and yanked her back to the sofa. He stood in front of him, his green eyes fixed on Frances's face, her face A puzzled expression appeared.

With his other hand he took a lock of her blond hair and kissed it, and his voice was low and sweet: "Before dinner, we can do something else."

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