[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

months later.

A black car was parked at the gate of the airport. It was a bit awkward among the people who picked up the airport. This was not a parking space. However, the driver in the car had no intention of moving the car away. A woman in exquisite clothes got out of the car. , She was still typing with her mobile phone in her hand, as if the people coming and going around her were like air to her. She stood in front of the car until a woman in a brown coat came out from the exit.

Josie was still holding the suitcase in her hand. She was planning to go to the taxi boarding point to take a taxi. She stopped after seeing a familiar black car. She raised her other hand and put the sunglasses along the bridge of her nose. He pressed down, revealing a pair of sky blue eyes, raised his eyebrows after seeing the familiar assistant lady, and walked towards the car.

"Mrs. Holmes, good morning, please get in the car." The assistant lady greeted without raising her head, she freed one hand to help Josie open the car door, and the driver got off the driver's seat to take Josie's hand luggage into the trunk.

Josie took off her sunglasses. Although she was a little confused about the situation in front of her, she thanked the assistant lady and got in the car.

In fact, Josie saw the man in the back seat before getting in the car. She was just a little surprised that the man would come to pick her up, so she asked after getting in the car, "Sherlock said today He won't come to pick me up if something happens, why, what happened to him?"

Mycroft put down the book in his hand, turned to look at the person next to him, "He has something to do, but nothing happened."

"Then why did you come to see me?"

Josie's question was not answered right away, Mycroft just let the driver drive, and after a while he said, "Watson's wife seems to be giving birth soon."

It was definitely not Mycroft's style to change the subject without concealment.

"Hmm, I know, so does this have anything to do with your coming to pick up the plane?" Josie hooked her sunglasses with her right index finger, and Mycroft's anomaly was really weird.

"It doesn't matter."

"..."

"I'm just helping others to delay time, but I found that this is probably the only thing I'm not good at doing, so please sit quietly in the car for an hour, you can choose to sleep, anyway, after you wake up will know everything."

"..."

After Mycroft finished speaking, he looked down at the book in his hand and stopped talking. The most unbearable thing for Josie was that the other party actually knew how to read the text of the book silently in his heart to refuse to let her overhear any information. The driver was a Some fat middle-aged men don't know the inside story. The assistant lady in the passenger seat has been looking down at the phone, and all she thinks about is the content after browsing the phone.

The tiredness from jet lag finally overcame Josie's curiosity. When she woke up, the car had already parked in front of a high-end hotel. Josie got out of the car and walked into the hotel with a bewildered expression. , Mycroft also got out of the car, but he didn't follow in.

"I've finished what he asked me to help with. Let me tell him what he promised me. I wish you a happy day." Mycroft left in the car after speaking.

Until Josie was standing in the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, she hadn't realized what happened. The hotel staff reminded her to ring the doorbell, and the door opened after a while.

Sherlock, who was wearing a spotless white shirt and black trousers, stood barefoot on the carpet in the room. He opened the door, took Josie's luggage from the staff, and then stretched out his hand to hug Josie. His hand gently pulled her in.

The hotel is located in the most expensive area of ​​London. Looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite on the top floor, you can have a panoramic view of the scenery on both sides of the Thames. Josie put her handbag on the sofa, took off her high heels, and imitated summer Locke stepped on the soft wool carpet with bare feet, and Sherlock behind him closed the door after explaining to the staff.

Josie turned around and looked at Sherlock who was walking towards her, "What... are you trying to do?"

"I haven't seen you in a few months. I think you need some sensual and romantic ways to relieve your miss." When Sherlock passed by the coffee table, he bent down and picked up a glass of red wine on the table and handed it to Josie, who took it Take a sip.

"This is not the way you can think of, Sherlock." Josie looked around the suite carefully. "Who taught you? Mary? Watson? Oh, it should be Mary, right?"

"……Correct."

Josie sighed slightly, raised her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, and handed back the wine glass in her hand to Sherlock, "I want to sleep, Sherlock, I'm very tired."

"it is good."

When Josie woke up again, it was already evening, and the neon lights in the city outside the window printed the shadow of the city on the glass. She got out of bed and put a coat on herself, opened the bedroom door and went out, and saw Seeing that Sherlock was half lying on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a laptop on his lap, he seemed to have taken a shower while Josie was still asleep. The belt was tied casually, the collar of the bathrobe was loose, and the black hair that was not yet dry was hanging on the forehead.

From Josie's point of view, she could still see the looming pectoral muscles under the neckline, and she didn't know how this man with an otaku style managed his body so well when he was not handling cases.

"Are you hungry?"

"Hmm," Sherlock never seemed to like turning on the indoor lights too brightly when alone, Josie raised her hand and turned on the crystal lamp on the top of the living room of the suite, then walked towards Sherlock and sat down beside him. Josie, who was in a good mood after a good night's sleep, couldn't hold back her mouth when she looked at the man in front of her with a sexy bathrobe on, "What? Do you want to eat yourself by dressing like this?"

As soon as the words fell, Sherlock's hand that was typing quickly on the keyboard suddenly stopped, and he seemed to be stunned for a moment. He raised his head and looked at Josie who was sitting beside his lap in front of him without saying a word.

What is it like?

It's not the first time Sherlock has been molested by a woman, let alone Irene Adler, he has often been molested by the sadistic queen in a sexually suggestive way, but all the previous All kinds of teasing made him feel nothing compared to what Josie just did.

He looked into Josie's dazzling eyes, and he saw himself in them.

Seeing Sherlock's dazed look, Josie thought it was funny, and she didn't know if her joke had frightened him, so she raised her hand and shook in front of Sherlock, "Hey, I'm just kidding... Well!"

Before Josie could finish speaking, Sherlock grabbed the hand that was shaking in front of him, and with a little force, he pulled the person in front of him towards him, and he was able to kiss the hand that was just opening and closing jokingly with just a moment's bow. The kiss on his own lips was forceful, and Josie's upper lip was bitten a few times. Sherlock changed his hands into rings around Josie's waist, pulling her closer to him.

When Josie was almost out of breath from the kiss, the other party still didn't want to stop, so she had to put her hand on Sherlock's chest and push him away forcefully. Sherlock who was pushed away and forced to stop seemed to be indifferent. After understanding, he only stared at Josie's red lips from his kiss, and the lust in his eyes grew deeper.

"Stop, stop! Let, let me catch my breath first..."

The woman in front of her was so breathless from the kiss that she felt dizzy. Sherlock stretched out his index finger and stroked Josie's lips gently, "Are you hungry?"

"..." Qiao Qian looked at the smiling man in front of her, swallowed guiltyly, and nodded, "Hungry, hungry, I want to have dinner, can I have Kobe steak?"

"I've already ordered it, and it will be delivered in 10 minutes."

Josie was puzzled: "How do you know I want to eat Kobe steak?"

"You said it when you were dreaming."

"... Hehe," Josie really didn't expect this answer. Before Sherlock's arm around her waist was loosened, she rubbed into his arms in the direction of the force, "Mary told me you When I shot, I wanted to come back earlier, but I know that you let me go to the United States, there must be your reasons, I am willing to cooperate with you, I don't want to hinder you and disrupt your plan, so I hold back Didn't come back..."

Sherlock didn't speak, just tightened his left arm, raised his loosened right arm to caress the back of Josie's head, and listened to the person in his arms continue to say: "...I know what kind of person you are, It is my voluntary choice to be with you. I know that with your character, all kinds of adventures and dangers must be the most indispensable after following you, but I think that as your wife, I am with you not to make You always protect me, and occasionally you should try to believe that I have enough ability to protect you, Sherlock, for the good of both of us, I hope that I can be by your side in all the difficulties and problems in the future, please Don't push me away, okay?"

"it is good."

"I have entrusted my life to you, and please entrust yours to me. If you can protect me, I can protect you, too," Josie looked up at the pair of eyes that looked down at her. Gray-blue eyes, these are the pair of eyes she is most familiar with. She has seen them for more than 20 years, and she hopes to keep looking at them like this in the years to come. Yes, but now I want to hear you say something to me, Sherlock, I really want to."

"Okay, what are you talking about?" Sherlock bowed his head and kissed Josie's forehead.

"It's very simple, only three words."

Three simple words, but not a simple sentence, I want to hear you say to me, that is the best promise you can make to me that I can think of.

"I love you."

I love you is the best thing in the world.

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After dinner, it was almost eight o'clock at night. Sherlock called the front desk and asked someone to come up and take away the plate. Sherlock, who finished cleaning up the mess and walked back to the living room, saw that he was lazily lying on his back on the sofa Josie on the bed, he walked to the sofa next to him and sat down, opened the newspaper and read it for a few minutes, then put the newspaper down again, and stared at Josie, seeing that the latter couldn't ignore the burning gaze.

Josie wondered, "What are you looking at me for?"

"You..." Sherlock paused, stood up, looked down at Josie who was lying on the sofa, the emotion in his eyes was somewhat unclear, "...are you still hungry?"

"..." It seemed that he knew what the other party wanted to do.

Seeing that Josie didn't answer, Sherlock bent down and hugged the person on the sofa, and walked towards the bedroom of the suite.

"I just had dinner!"

"I'm not full yet."

"Crack!" Pull the light.

Fanwaiyi

The kid from Sydney is a girl named Sherlock Holmes. This year...my mother said that a woman's age is a secret.

As for the name...

Sherlock: "It's good to be called Sherlock."

Josie: "Sherlock is not a girl's name, Sherlock."

Sherlock: "But Sherlock is a good name, and I'm sorry John didn't use my suggestion."

Josie: "For you, all newborns in the world should be named Sherlock."

Sherlock: "That's a good name."

Josie: "..."

In the end, it was the old Mrs. Holmes who couldn't stand it anymore and wrote the name Shirley on the newborn's birth certificate with a swipe of a pen, and then rescued the newly born baby girl under the hands of the unreliable new parents.

Since then, there has been another person with the abbreviation SH in this world.

The Sydney kid has shown her super high IQ which is different from her peers since she was a child.

For example, she read one-fifth of the books in her father's study at the age of five; for example, she began to follow her grandfather to college for chemistry classes at the age of eight; for example, she followed her father to solve the case at the age of six... There are many, many more examples.

The IQ far beyond ordinary people also made the Sydney child accustomed to being alone since she was a child, but she didn't feel lonely. After all, when she was four years old, she had an extra senior "toy" related to her younger brother.

The first time she went to Charleneford with her grandparents was when she was six years old, to visit her aunt who was said to be extremely antisocial when she was locked up there. After that time, Uncle Mycroft, who was normal to her, suddenly He became abnormal, every time he saw her, he was very enthusiastic, and he always asked her openly or secretly if she wanted to work under him in the future.

The kid in Sydney didn't understand very well, so he ran to ask his mother, and told Josie about what happened in Sherringford that day.

Olos: "Sherlock actually reproduced."

Kid from Sydney: "Hello."

Olos: "Your eyes are very similar to hers."

Kid from Sydney: "She is my mother, she should be."

Olos: "Are you a smart kid?"

Kid from Sydney: "Yes."

Olos: "Is there..."

Kid from Sydney: "No."

Olos: "..."

Kid from Sydney: "My mother said that I can't agree to any of your requests."

Oulos: "...you have a younger brother? Do you play well with him? Does he often want to play with you?"

Kid from Sydney: "It's good to ignore that before he was one year old, he always pooped and urinated regardless of occasion or time."

Oulos: "Don't you think my younger brother is childish and doesn't want to play with him?"

Kid from Sydney: "He likes to play with Lego, and I like to do experiments. There is no conflict between hobbies and specialties."

Oulos: "..." So why did she act as a demon for so many years?

After the kid from Sydney finished describing what happened at that time, he asked innocently (?) in the Chinese taught by Qiao Qian, "Is it just like my father said that I have a very good talent, so Uncle Mycroft Always trying to recruit me to be his subordinate?"

Josie: "Stay away from him in the future, people of Uncle's age have more or less Lolita complex." The damn fat man actually wants to drag my six-year-old daughter into the water!Curse his hairline going further and further back!

The author has something to say: Many little angels think that I finished it too quickly. In fact, it is not too fast according to the original outline. I didn’t continue to write because I really don’t know how to deal with Mary’s death. In this plot, I really like the role of Mary Watson, so I chose to end it in this place, and after the hero and heroine have gone through a lot, they should have a happy ending that only belongs to them and does not involve other people or things~ As for whether Mary will be involved in the following episodes... Well, let me think about this (crying)

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