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Darren has been waiting for an hour at the oil painting exhibition.

He looked anxiously at the pocket watch in his hand, the second hand was ticking, and the steady speed was not slowed down by Darren's anxiety at all.

"Mr. Darren." The man on the side walked over with a smile, "I really didn't expect to see you here."

The person who came was wearing a decent tuxedo, and the dark gray clothes were embroidered with extremely inconspicuous dark patterns.It was an extremely expensive fabric and thread.

Just this outfit is probably enough to buy some of the works in this exhibition.

What's more, some expensive things can't be bought just by having money.These, as an agent, often meet all kinds of people. Naturally, the knowledge in this area needs to be extremely well prepared, just in case.

Darren's face was a little stiff.He turned around and forced a smile: "Mr. Seinmut."

Edward Seinmut waved his hand very indifferently: "I thought our relationship was enough for you to call me Edward directly, dear Darren."

Darren's breathing became a little short as Edward approached.

After a while, Edward stood in front of Darren with a smile on his face.Looking quietly into Darren's eyes, he waited quietly.

"Edward." Darren finally spoke.

Edward laughed: "That's good!"

That wanton taste was incomparably insolent.It was as if Darren in front of him was his toy, and only by being good-looking could he get more attention from him.That posture is simply eye-catching, so I prepare to greet him with a fist, so that I can enjoy watching it.

He moved closer and whispered in Darren's ear, "I found out that Annie didn't come today?"

Darren couldn't help but hold his breath.

Edward looked at Darren with a smile, and even took out a silk scarf with a nice touch.

"Wipe it off." He said, "It's such a cold day, you can still sweat..."

Edward gave him a very secretive look: "This is really weird."

Darren was stiff, and took the silk scarf from Edward's hand.He didn't wipe off the cold sweat from his forehead immediately, he just looked at Edward without saying a word.

For a long while, Edward seemed to have had enough of teasing poor Darren.She patted him on the shoulder with a smile, turned and left.

The conversation here has long been seen by several caring people.They turned their heads furtively, thinking that they hadn't revealed anything.However, those eyes were so hot that Darren wanted to ignore them, but he couldn't pretend.

To be honest, when seeing that Mr. Edward Seinmut came to Darren's side, everyone felt a little sympathy for Darren.

"How did you provoke Edward?" A man came over and said helplessly.

He looked at the sweat on Darren's forehead, and then his eyes fell on the silk scarf in Darren's hand.

"James." Darren put away the silk scarf, turned to look at his friend, "I thought your client would be busy today?"

James had a bitter look on his face when he heard the words: "You don't know, after this painter becomes famous, being his agent will make me busy all over the place. It's really terrible."

Speaking of this matter, James could literally complain non-stop for three days and three nights.Naturally, he also put what happened just now behind him.

"So..." After he complained, he patted Darren sympathetically. "I heard Miss Anne didn't come today?"

Darren frowned and nodded slowly.

"Take care, brother." James said, "After this exhibition, she will probably become more famous. Looking at her like this, she doesn't seem to be very cooperative with your work."

He said faintly: "Then after that, you will be busy."

James also wanted to exchange ideas with Darren, and someone was already calling his name over there.He shrugged and said goodbye to Darren.Turn around and leave, and throw yourself into the complicated work of the agent again.

Darren looked at James' back, and the hand holding the silk scarf couldn't help but stiffen a lot.

He came to an unoccupied corner and leaned against a wall.He took out the silk scarf and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"This is your second missed appointment, Anne," he said to himself.

……

Baker Street, 221B.

Watson finally came back from the trip, taking Mary with him.In other words, it was his current fiancée who returned to the city.

Even after sending Mary back to her home, she returned to Baker Street alone.Watson's good mood was not affected in the slightest by the separation.

A smirk appeared on his face from time to time, and his whole body was filled with happiness.He didn't notice at all that the passers-by on the street looked at him with strange eyes from time to time.

When Watson returned to Baker Street, he had just reached the second floor when he saw Holmes and Annie lying on the ground, and they didn't know what they were studying.

In the room, it became more messy.

Watson's hand fell in front of the door, and he hesitated whether to knock twice.The footsteps also stopped at the door, but did not step in.

Of course, part of the reason is that there are too many things piled up in the house.Getting in is not an easy task.

"John?" Mrs. Hudson came over and patted Watson on the back.

Watson was so frightened that he suppressed his instinctive counterattack.Fortunately, before he turned around, he realized that it was Mrs. Hudson.Otherwise, with just one fist of his, it is estimated that he will face Holmes and Annie's accusations after a while.

"I got your letter." Mrs. Hudson said with a smile. "Congratulations, John."

Mrs. Hudson smiled overjoyed, and patted Watson on the shoulder in great relief.

You know, how happy she was when she received Watson's letter!

got engaged!

Still with the lovely Lady Mary, whom Mrs. Hudson was so fond of.Gentle and understanding.She secretly saw it several times, and Mary looked at Watson with a sweet smile, making tea for him.At that time, Watson had such a happy face.

"Thank you," said Watson. "It is my good fortune to be with Mary."

Mrs. Hudson nodded and said bluntly, "Of course, that's a really good girl!"

Watson: ...Although Mary was praised, it made me feel very honored.However, what is this feeling of being slightly disgusted by?

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Hudson added the knife without hesitation: "She is really good, you have to work harder."

Watson: ...

Holmes in the room sighed, and looked up from the documents on the ground: "Okay, Mrs. Hudson. There is no need to repeat such obvious things."

Watson turned his head in shock and looked at Holmes.There was an air of abandonment all over him.

"Yes," continued Holmes.

Watson and Mrs. Hudson were stunned for a moment, and asked in unison, "What?"

Holmes sighed, and repeated: "My answer to your question is yes."

Annie raised her head with a smile, and said softly to Watson, "We can come back tonight, and I am very much looking forward to formally meeting Miss Mary."

Watson has been playing outside for so long, and he almost forgot how strange the detective at home is, and Anne who is getting more and more strange by his side.

He responded belatedly: "Oh, yes."

Then he turned his head and explained carefully to the only Mrs. Hudson who didn't understand: "Mary and I hope to meet with you tonight. Mrs. Hudson, do you have time?"

"Of course!" Mrs. Hudson replied with a smile, "I'm really looking forward to it."

Holmes said in a deep voice: "If possible, I hope to reduce some of the opening greetings. After all, it has no meaning other than wasting time."

Watson looked at Holmes helplessly, and turned to Anne as if asking for help.

Annie sighed, gently stretched out her hand to pinch Holmes' sleeve, and shook it: "Sherlock..."

Holmes raised his eyes to see Anne's smiling face.After a while, he nodded as if giving up: "Okay. But I don't want to get involved."

"Up to you." Watson quickly agreed.

You know, it is already a big surprise to get a promise that Holmes will not say anything against their "boring" etiquette.

Naturally, Watson would not ask for more.

Holmes looked sideways, a little surprised by the excessive joy in Watson's tone.

He paused for a moment before he set his gaze on Anne without a trace, and he understood somewhat in his heart.

"Okay," he said, "we should go."

Annie nodded: "Inspector Lestrade probably finished the inspection."

After speaking, the two quickly picked up some documents and packed them up.After greeting Mrs. Hudson, she hurried out the door.

Watson looked at the backs of the two in surprise, and blinked: "They, are they taking another case?"

Mrs. Hudson shrugged and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for little Rebecca.

"Lestrade came early, but he stayed for a while and then left." Mrs. Hudson said, but the movements of her hands did not slow down at all, "Annie and the others came back very late last night, and now they are in a hurry gone."

She sighed: "Sherlock almost brought Annie to her knees! How healthy she was before, and she even took me to do some exercise every day. I don't think it will be long before she will start chewing coca leaves too." Already!"

Watson stood where he was, unable to react for a while.

Annie, returning late at night with Sherlock Holmes?Another early morning, the two went out together to solve the case...

Although I know that it is not very possible for this kind of thing to happen to Holmes.

But even Watson couldn't help looking forward to it.

Maybe he can be the best man of Sherlock Holmes in his lifetime?That scene must have been wonderful.