[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

What is that we said about appearances Yeah, they be receiving. But most of the time, what you see what you get.

What do people say about appearances?Yes, appearances can be deceiving.But most of the time, seeing is believing.

It started to rain in London in the early morning. Vespa is very used to and familiar with such gloomy and humid weather. After all, she has lived here for more than ten years. Considering her current age of 26, that is quite a long period of time. time.

Vespa Lind, who is currently the financial secretary, has her office at No. 11 Downing Street next to Whitehall in Westminster. As the official residence of the chancellor, it is next to No. 10 Downing Street, which symbolizes the center of the British government. The dispatch of the British Prime Minister who also serves as the First Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Vespa passed by the black gate decorated with white Arabic numerals "10". This ancient building, which had been lacking in maintenance for many years, has now become a landmark of great historical value in London, just like the former Prime Minister Margaret Sarah What Cher once said - No. 10 Downing Street is the most precious jewel in the national heritage.

And this black and simple door built in the 1760s symbolizes the ambitions of countless people in power. How many big figures who once controlled the process of this country have knocked on the bronze lion head knocker on the door, but now they have long been submerged in history. In the torrent, even the once empire on which the sun never sets is showing signs of decline due to the international financial crisis and the European debt crisis.

The upper floor of No. 11 Downing Street is the official residence of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and the first floor belongs to the office area.

The Economic Secretary of the Ministry of Finance, who is in charge of the National Savings and Investment Agency and the National Debt Management Office, and the Financial Secretary who is the Minister of the Royal Mint have been very busy recently due to the economic crisis, and it is difficult to hide their fatigue.

And Vespa was sitting in her not-so-spacious office, accepting the latest report from the Queen's Revenue and Customs Administration, of which she was the head.

Due to the recent global financial turmoil, with a large number of business failures, the society generally fell into economic depression, and it is inevitable that various government departments will experience some turmoil.

Vespa sat at the head, with her legs crossed in an elegant posture. When she was listening to the report, the Whitehall intercom on the desk rang. She made a pause gesture, and the room became instantly silent.

Her voice was polite and formulaic, "Hello, Permanent Secretary of the British Treasury, what can I do?"

Alexander, the chief secretary of the Ministry of Finance, stated the reason for the call, "Vespa, if it is convenient, please send the national debt management report left by the Chancellor to 10 Downing Street as soon as possible."

On the other end of the phone, one after another ringtones could be heard, and the chief secretary, who was usually calm and composed while talking and laughing, seemed to be a little bit burnt out, and hung up the phone in a hurry after explaining his intention.

Vespa could only temporarily end today's report arrangement and find the document from the Chancellor's Office as quickly as possible. When she passed the other two secretarial offices, she heard unpleasant conversations coming from inside.

The severe economic situation is bound to lead to political turmoil.

Today is Thursday, and the cabinet meeting is being held at No. 10 Downing Street. The document in Vespa's hand is probably what the Chancellor of the Exchequer needs to use at the meeting.

Alexander, the chief secretary of the Ministry of Finance, stood outside the cabinet meeting room, looking at the approaching Vespa, with a look of surprise on her face. Her decent and elegant suit showed an inviolable professional attitude, while her overly glamorous face caught the eye. And that sense of aggression.

She was obviously dressed in the formal attire she was used to seeing in Whitehall, because this devilish figure with bumps and convexities made her heart beat faster for no reason.

Alexander thought of the unpleasant meeting process in this door, and handed back the received documents to Vespa, and said in a low voice, "Linde, I don't think you will be satisfied with answering the Queen's Revenue and Customs every day. Boring report, you obviously have an advantage that others can't match."

The implication is very clear, this office gathers the current important ministers of this old empire, and any one of them can get her out of that small closed office and gain greater power.

Anyone who walks into Downing Street wants to show off, without exception.

Since Vespa entered the Whitehall, she has often encountered such sexual hints, and one of her ways to refuse is to dress more masculine and act tough, so as to resist these hints of harassment.

And the consequence of this is that she doesn't like her male boss very much.

But she unexpectedly did not refuse today, Vespa took the folder from his hand, and tapped the black wooden door lightly with his fingers.

After all, her capture target, who is more dangerous than the villain boss, is in this conference room, isn't it?

On the boat-shaped meeting table in the cabinet meeting room, several important ministers looked at the slowly opening door of the meeting room. Vespa's previous Meiwa bloodline seemed to continue to have an impact, which made it difficult for these elders who are used to the scene to hide their surprise , at least during this troubled parliamentary process, this brunette made everyone's tense brains feel visually pleasing. Who wouldn't like to see beautiful young people?

Vespa didn't look sideways, and was about to send the national debt management report to her boss, the Chancellor of the Exchequer. At this time, the handsome Chancellor of the Exchequer said, "Give the document to Mr. Holmes. The conclusions drawn are sent to him, he is the central exchange of the British government."

Vespa heard an elegant and messy public school standard voice, "Mr. Minister, I only hold the last post in the British government. Your statement can easily make this lady misunderstand that I know everything."

Chancellor of the Exchequer: ...This spy chief who doesn't even trust his own intelligence agency is really hypocritical!

Omniscient is in line with his identity as the head of secret service in Great Britain.

Vespa looked at her first target who was not a villain. He was not sexy and handsome in terms of body size. Perhaps in the eyes of critical people, he even needed to lose a little weight to be called a standard figure. At least Vespa Pa keenly took a look at his small belly that was not obvious under his elegant three-piece suit.

But the reserved and charming smile on his face made his masculine charm break through the upper limit.

Mycroft Holmes looks mature and wise, like the perfect representative of a British gentleman. The three-piece Prince of Wales plaid suit seems to grow on his body, as if he was born with his soul.

Mr. Holmes said that he was the last official, but his powerful aura overshadowed all the important officials in this conference room. He is the most indispensable person in the British government. In a sense, it is correct to say that he is the British government.

His classical and elegant voice almost made Gevespa suspect that he was deep in a resplendent Victorian palace, rather than the spacious cabinet meeting room at No. 10 Downing Street.

Mycroft Holmes looked at the black-haired girl in front of him, with a reserved, elegant and false smile on the corner of her mouth—you must know that she sneaked to a dangerous place last night, and the picture of her entering the speakeasy was lying on the on his BlackBerry.

In any case, the level of surveillance on her must be increased, and it seems that a special plan should be launched.

He looked at the Chancellor, "I'd love to be the central clearinghouse for the Treasury Department, but it's election time in the United States, and I can't leave my office—"

The Chancellor of the Exchequer seems to have great confidence in Holmes' ability, and believes that his joining can save the current decline of the Ministry of Finance, "My finance secretary, Miss Vespa Lind, can be temporarily seconded to your department. An excellent agent of the Office), Vespa is clearly more familiar with financial matters."

Holmes hesitated for a second, "Well, if you ask, of course I will accept."

Vespa: ...What's with your disgusted tone?

"Miss Linde," the humanoid British Government turned to look at her slightly, "wait for me outside the meeting room. You may have to leave the office at 11 Downing Street temporarily."

There was a bit of perfunctory coaxing in his tone, "If you're bored, you can play with our chief mouse catcher for a while."

Vespa: "...I am at your disposal."

The stone staircase of No. 10 Downing Street is covered with portraits of previous prime ministers in chronological order. Vespa was accidentally stopped when he passed the terracotta hall, and the blocker was famous-the chief rat catcher of the cabinet, a four-year-old tabby cat Larry.

It looks lazy, but this is normal. After all, even in the face of waiting media reporters, Mr. Mousecatcher often plays big cards, because sleeping late makes reporters wait for hours.

He climbed onto Vespa's calf with his furry paws, and seemed to have the intention of climbing. The male staff of the Prime Minister's Mansion wanted to take it away, but was hit hard by the rat catcher, who even stretched out his claws to threaten him. .

Vespa knelt down to pick it up, and the tabby cat Larry put away his claws, obediently finding the most comfortable position in her arms.

Staff member: ...lazy to the point of not catching even a single mouse, but now he's ungrateful? !

And Vespa felt that the closeness of Mr. Mousecatcher might be because the body of her Animagus transfiguration is a cat, the law of innate closeness of species?

"It seems that you really get along well with Mr. Mousecatcher, Miss Linde." Mycroft Holmes raised an eyebrow at her with a black umbrella in one hand.

He stands at the core of British political power, with a reserved and charming smile on his face, as if he controls the rules of the game in which the entire country operates.

"Of course, this is following your order." Vespa smiled, and there was a false and decent smile on her overly glamorous face, which made her look sensitive and intelligent, but at the same time very fragile, as if she was precisely controlled by God. accusation, making her synonymous with seductiveness.

But in the eyes of Mycroft Holmes, this stunningly beautiful girl is nothing more than a stupid goldfish. If it weren't for the severe economic situation recently, he wouldn't be bothered to keep an insider suspected of being related to criminal minds by his side for surveillance. Of course, Use by the way.

Vesper followed Sherlock Holmes and left No. 10 Downing Street. The secret agent was a well-known cunning rabbit. In addition to the Cabinet Office and the Palace of Westminster, his three-storey white building at No. [-] Boulevard was even more impressive. It's like a private domain for everything.

Today, Vespa was very lucky to enter the private territory of the most powerful spy chief in Europe.

It is only a few minutes away from Buckingham Palace and Downing Street. When Vespa passed by the first floor, he found a few British gentlemen sitting in a spacious and richly decorated room. They were silent and did not speak a word. Can't stop guessing, this is the Diogenes club where talking is forbidden?

The second floor is Sherlock Holmes's office area. Countless square spots of natural light projected into the slightly dim office. Vespa had the illusion that he was about to be interrogated.

"Don't be smart, Ms. Linde, there is no need for a criminal trial to deal with you." The humanoid British government looked at her calmly.

Vespa sat in front of him across the desk, raised his eyebrows and asked, "The basic deductive method passed down by the Sherlock Holmes family?"

Mycroft frowned, and heard the brunette explain, "I'm a fan of the consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, and you both happen to be named Holmes."

Vespa smiled. "I don't think it's a coincidence, since God isn't lazy."

Mycroft Holmes looked at the not so stupid goldfish in front of him, "Miss Linde, you don't look like you will be satisfied with the last permanent secretary of the Ministry of Finance."

"I'm only 26 years old, and in the eyes of many people, I have a bright future in politics." Vespa replied politely.

Mycroft Holmes mocked, "When you're 46 years old and still sitting in that small office at 11 Downing Street, I'm afraid you won't feel the light at all."

"Otherwise?" Vespa raised his eyebrows in a teasing tone, "Can you make me the Congressional Secretary of the Ministry of Finance?"

The post of Parliamentary Secretary of the Ministry of Finance is not what Neng Xiao, a little guy like her, thinks about. You must know that the government whip is usually connected with the treasury. Office No. 12, and some of the other whips are also nominally Treasury commissioners.

Holmes folded his hands in front of him, with a relaxed expression on his face, "Is this difficult?"

Vespa suddenly felt that Mr. Holmes, the symbol of the British gentleman in front of her, might be even crazier than her ex-boyfriend.

"But on the contrary, if I am willing—" Mycroft Holmes stared at her sternly, "some data will also appear on your computer hard disk, and you will be imprisoned for it, and you will spend the rest of your life from it."

"Miss Linde, on behalf of the British intelligence agency, I assure you that this is not an April Fool's Day joke."

His powerful aura contained endless power, and Vespa blinked, "Sorry sir, excuse me—"

The brunette seemed a little hesitant, but she couldn't help blurting out, "I've had more than one hint of a sex deal, and you look like a new high-powered harasser."

Humanoid British Government: ...You have a good idea!