[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The little fox was shaken by M's mournful voice, and almost sent the hostages to the west.She took a closer look, and was relieved after confirming that she hadn't really stabbed the black-haired woman.

"Although I don't want to admit it, what you said is very possible." The little fox turned the screw again and carefully removed the casing of the dangerous item: "After all, I am a person who likes the new and dislikes the old."

"It's really sad." The man's voice was full of joy, and there was no sadness at all.

The little fox shone the flashlight inside and observed the wiring inside.Sure enough, this time was much more complicated than last time: "Are you studying these every day? Don't you have any other hobbies?"

"Does murder count?" the other end asked.

The corner of the little fox's mouth twitched: "...not counting."

"Then... instigate others to kill?" the other side said again.

"...I mean, normal hobbies like singing, dancing, and painting." The little fox looked helpless.

"These hobbies are a complete waste of my time." M scoffed at the simple activities that the little fox said.

"I don't think you know it at all." The little fox smiled softly.

"Do you need me to prove it to you?" M asked with a smile.

"How to prove it?" The little fox walked around the front four wires and removed a small wire board at the back.Sure enough, there are three lines hidden behind the line board.

The little fox rubbed his temples with a headache.Is this m on the line bar...

"Actually, adding more lines just complicates the disassembly steps. Next time, you can try to work elsewhere." The little fox didn't wait for m to reply to the previous topic, and went straight to the next one.

"Okay, thank you Miss Expert for your guidance." There was a faint sound of a lighter lighting up on the other end of the phone.

The little fox's ears moved: "Do you smoke?"

"Occasionally." Probably the smell of cigarettes made him looser, and his voice had a lazy taste.

"London seems to be banning smoking." Even Sherlock, who shoots and wounds people and can have someone to help clean up the mess, can't get cigarettes and has to use nicotine patches instead.

"So what?" M said casually.

The little fox thought for a while: "That's right, killing people and making dangerous goods is still prohibited in London, so you should do the same."

A faint chuckle came from the earphones, lazy, gentle and melodious, touching people's hearts.

"En~~" The little fox covered her face and groaned, she felt that her body that hadn't been in heat for a long time was starting to move again.

"What's the matter?" M on the other end raised his eyebrows when he heard the soft moaning of the little fox.

"Mr. M, why don't we play another game next time." The little fox hooked up with some anticipation in his heart.

"Huh?" M wondered.

"For example, rolling around on a soft big bed, and then unlocking various difficult positions." She hinted meaningfully.

Even after beating M, he didn't expect the topic to change from smoking, murder, and arson to sex. He was really taken aback for a moment, and then twitched the corner of his mouth in a speechless voice: "No need, I'm not interested in that kind of game."

"Oh, okay." The little fox sighed regretfully.

The grief and indignation of being rejected was transformed into power by the little fox and transported to the brain. Instantly enlightened, her waist was no longer sore, her legs were no longer hurt, and the hands that dismantled the bomb stopped shaking. Do not hesitate.

The concentrating little fox stopped arguing with M. She devoted herself to unpacking and finally solved the dangerous item.Looking at the time, it was ten o'clock in 15 minutes.I was so happy to flirt just now, I forgot about getting paid.

"It's over, you clean up the mess, I have to leave first!" After finishing speaking, the little fox dropped the tools and ran away.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" M asked suspiciously when he saw the little fox's hurried figure on the monitor.

"A date." The little fox answered casually, then raised his hand and hung up the phone.

Dating?The man in front of the monitor raised his eyebrows and sent a text message to his subordinates.

follow her

5 minute later...

Boss, we lost track.

M closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table a few times.

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In an empty office of the Design Institute of Nitup University

The man in the suit and leather shoes always had a rigorous and neat look. He sat comfortably on the chair with his legs crossed, his slender fingers hooked the ear of the cup, and he lowered his head and gently sniffed the steaming coffee.

"One minute left." The black-haired beauty leaning against the wall and playing with her mobile phone looked at the time and said, "Maybe she won't come tonight."

"She will." The temperature of the liquid in the cup is ready to drink, and the man took a sip lightly. The coffee without any flavoring has the purest taste of raw materials, rough and tasteful.

Sure enough, although the man didn't get along with the little fox for a long time, he already understood the nature of her love for money very well.Not long after he said affirmative words, there was a rush of footsteps outside the office.

Boom!The door of the room was pushed open and smashed against the wall on one side.

"Ten... Ten o'clock!" Panting, the little fox looked at her watch: "Catch up." After reaching the range of the university, she stopped teleporting and flying, just because she was afraid that this mysterious boss would also watch the surveillance, so She ran over purely with her legs.

"Nine fifty-nine." The black-haired beauty blinked mischievously, and announced the time with a smile.

The little fox bent down and supported his knees, his eyes lit up when he saw the man.She straightened up immediately, walked over quickly regardless of the beauty's stunned expression, and snatched the cup from the man's hand.

"Thank you." She raised her head and poured the coffee into her mouth in a few sips.

The black-haired beauty's eyes widened in surprise. She looked at the little fox who had her mouth imprinted on the place where her boss had just touched, then carefully looked at the boss's face, and silently closed her mouth and left the office.

"It's so bitter." The little fox returned the empty cup to him with a look of disgust.

The man put the cup on the table beside him, with a fake smile on his face: "Some people who drink coffee and want to add a can of sugar really don't have enough taste to understand the true taste of coffee."

"Do you mean me by some people?" The little fox smiled, dragged a chair from the side and sat opposite the man.

"Obviously," the man replied.

The little fox curled his lips: "Please sarcasm me next time and say it directly, don't beat around the bush."

"Okay." The man followed suit, "I mean, you have bad taste."

...The little fox was silent for a few seconds, then raised his face and smiled lightly: "I love you."

man:......

The golden nib wrote five numbers on the check. The man put down the pen, and just as he took out the seal from his pocket to print it, he felt someone approaching him.

"Go back and sit down." The man ordered lightly.

"Oh." The little fox responded in a low voice, and went back to sit obediently like a primary school student.

A round seal no bigger than a fingernail stamped 'MH' on the check.The man picked up the [-] check and waved it in front of the little fox.

The little fox's eyes swayed from side to side following the check, and he stretched out his impatient paws.

Swish!The man took the check back when she was about to touch it.

"What do you mean?" The little fox frowned suspiciously.

"Before I give you the check, I want you to answer a few questions for me." The man's eyes were extremely dark blue, calm and unwavering.

"Again?" It was the same last time, and this time too, why does this person ask so many questions... For money, the little fox sighed: "Okay, you ask."

"What is your relationship with Sherlock Holmes?" the man asked.

"Didn't you ask this question last time?" The little fox was puzzled: "I told him that we are roommates."

"Roommate?" The man raised his eyebrows: "Would a roommate do such an intimate act as breast touching in a public place like the living room?" The noble British accent didn't stop at all when he uttered such straightforward words as breast touching, and he was full of emotion. With a calm face, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his straightforwardness.

How did he know!The little fox slightly widened his eyes.His eyes moved, and after thinking for a while, he realized that the person who cleaned up the mess that day was sent by him!

"He did it! Don't care about me!" The little fox immediately blamed him.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the small movements and facial expressions of the person opposite him: "It doesn't seem good to push what you do to others."

"It's really not me!" The little fox tried hard to convince the man to believe in himself: "Look at me like this, and look at that big Sherlock, can I force him!"

The man smiled mockingly.

... "Okay." The little fox couldn't stand the other party's gaze, and said in defeat, "I did it."

"Please forgive me, you are not suitable for him." The man said while rolling the check in his hand, "The Holmes family will not accept you as a member of the family."

"Even if their family doesn't accept me, they should tell me these things." The little fox was a little unhappy about the man interfering in the private affairs between her and Sherlock: "What does this have to do with you, you are a bit nosy gone."

"It seems that he hasn't told you who I am yet." The man hooked his lips, showing a sneer that had never appeared before.

"Huh?" Isn't Sherlock's crush, my love rival?

"My lord, Mycroft Holmes."

Holmes?

The little fox stared wide-eyed and stood up abruptly: "You are Sherlock's father?!"

"Pfft!" came the voice of the black-haired beauty laughing outside the door.

Mycroft: ...wanted to shoot her.

"Old Mr. Holmes is currently resting in his bedroom in his hometown in the country." Mycroft said expressionlessly.

"That... is uncle?" The little fox guessed hesitantly.

...Macrof took a deep breath to suppress the thought of killing the little fox, and replied quietly: "I am his elder brother."

"Brother Mycroft, hello!" The little fox immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Don't get close." Mycroft looked indifferent.

They are brothers!Thinking about it carefully, these two people did say some similar things sometimes, but she only thought it was familiar at the time, and didn't think about it.And the stamp on the check, 'MH' she thought was his initials, but the 'H' was 'Holmes'.What's funny is that she still treats this man as a rival in love, but in fact he is just a brother-in-law.

"I don't want you to have any influence on Sherlock." After exposing his identity, Mycroft no longer called his brother's full name unfamiliarly.

"You underestimated him. I can't influence him." The little fox shrugged.

"I don't think so." In fact, after the incident of touching the chest, the woman was still allowed by Sherlock to investigate the case with him, which already explained the problem.My careless younger brother is completely inexperienced in relationships, and he can't stand the daily teasing by veterans, especially the completely unscrupulous seduction of this woman.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"I won't force you to move out of 221b Baker Street, but I hope you won't mess with Sherlock in the future," Mycroft said.

"What if I don't agree?" The little fox raised his eyebrows.

"Then I will take some extraordinary means that I don't want to use to achieve my goal." Mycroft said threatening words in a calm tone.

The little fox moved his eyes slightly, and slowly looked at the man's whole body: "Of course it's okay not to provoke Sherlock, but you know that I'm very energetic, without him, you should let me have a new target of attention." ah."

"so?"

"Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have a bed partner?" The little fox threw out the classic three-shot.

"You want to use me as a substitute?" Mycroft's mouth slightly flattened.

"Of course not, you are much better than Sherlock." The energy around this man is stronger than that of Sherlock: "More attractive, and more attractive to me." She took a tentative step in front of McCoff, seeing He didn't respond, so he leaned closer again.

"Really." Mycroft calmly watched the woman keep approaching him.

"If you are willing to become my new pursuit target, then I will definitely leave Sherlock behind." She leaned on the armrests on both sides of the chair and trapped Mycroft in the middle, leaning down towards him, her nose almost touching Reaching the tip of his nose: "How is it?" A new ration with more energy than Sherlock, and without that horrible deductive method, she could hardly wish for.Before, she was always worried that if she succeeded in biting Sherlock in the future, but she couldn't help cheating and eating Jim, how could she hide it from that famous detective.If this Mycroft agrees to her, then you don't have to worry too much about stealing food from now on, it's just so beautiful!

Mycroft slightly raised his head and raised his eyes, his dark blue to almost black eyes were indifferent and calm.He looked at her at close range, with that condescending mocking smile on his face again:

"it is good."