Sherlock fan - Wrong

Since Jasmine and Tom, the first candidate for good son-in-law, have blown up, Mrs. Hudson and Steve have continued to arrange new friends for Jasmine.Once Jasmine expresses a little dissatisfaction, Mrs. Hudson will conduct a large-scale educational and brainwashing activity on Jasmine on the grounds that her attitude is not correct.

Molly succumbed to Mrs. Hudson's coercion time and time again—maintaining just the right amount of smiles to sit down with various candidates for a meal, and she screwed up in a very decent way every time.For example, if she infers that the other party has two dogs, she will pretend that she hates pets; if the other party loves wine, she will mention her severe alcohol allergy; if the other party supports the Conservative Party, she will say that the Liberal Party the benefits of.Such innocuous little details, she can spot every time, tried and tested.After all, they have different personalities and different hobbies, so I can't force myself to come!

Of course, this does not mean that the process is not painful, such as the man today.Henry Brown, a civil servant, to be precise, is still an important official in the British government.Self-righteousness, boastful talk, and showing off one's wealth are all unbearable, let alone all in one.

Jasmine's headache died from hearing this, but she had to smile and nod her head, her eyes scanning her surroundings aimlessly.Suddenly her eyes lit up—the savior was found, heavyweight!When Mycroft approached, Jasmine immediately blinked and passed the Morse code for help.

"Hello, Henry. It's so rare to meet you here." Mycroft offered to shake his hand.

"Oh, it's an honor, Mycroft. This is Miss Amber." Henry didn't forget to introduce Jasmine to McCoff.

"Yes, we know each other." Mycroft turned to Jasmine: "Jasmine, do you mind moving forward the meeting this afternoon?"

"I have no objection. Mr. Brown doesn't mind?"

"Of course not, of course not, hehe..." It's really overwhelming, Jasmine is inexplicably happy to see his submissive expression now.

"Then let's go now, Jasmine, I'm short on time."

"Goodbye, Mr. Brown, nice to meet you." After saying that, Jasmine walked out the door right after McCoff.

"Thank you very much, Mycroft, you are so kind!" After getting into the car, Jasmine immediately flattered her.

"Now I'll take you back to 221B first, and the meeting will be changed to six o'clock in the evening, at the Landmark Hotel."

Well, now Jasmine knew why Mycroft taught Sherlock that there were no coincidences in this world: "Don't be so exaggerated?"

In the evening, in order not to look too obtrusive in the Landmark Hotel, Jasmine had to change into the little dress she had put on the bottom of her suitcase.Violet silk, cut close to the body, the waist is broadly tied, the hem is naturally open, the neckline is slightly lowered, pressed with a circle of hollow purple flowers of the same color, and the fragrant shoulders become faintly visible.Coupled with a pearl necklace and earrings, the person in the mirror has snow-like skin, bright eyes and white teeth.

Sherlock raised his eyes and glanced at Jasmine who was dressed up, and said sarcastically, "There are so many things to do every day, two dates a day."

"It's an old leftover girl." Jasmine didn't want Sherlock to know, and followed his words.

"Please, is there anything else in your world other than marrying yourself? Is your brain wasted on these? What's the point of that?" Sherlock just blurted out subconsciously, forgetting that he was the least Those who say this from a standpoint should not be!

"You tell my mother about that!" These words hit Jasmine's sore spot, and Jasmine angrily closed the door.

"Unwise, brothermine." Sherlock seemed to hear Mycroft sighing in his ear.

Jasmine arrived at the Landmark Hotel as promised, but it was McCoff's little black car that greeted her: "God, does McCoff have to make such a drama?"

"Sir thinks it's necessary!" Anthea's smile remained unchanged.

To Jasmine's surprise, the meeting place for this meeting would be McCauf's private residence.Anthea sent Jasmine to the door and left in a small black car.

Jasmine knocked on the door, and Mycroft put on a politician's smirk as he did for the first time: "Come in, Jasmine."

"God, Mycroft, put away your smirk, don't act like an ogre, I don't taste good, I swear."

Although McCoff didn't appreciate Jasmine's sense of humor, he still relaxed his facial nerves: "Don't contradict yourself, you should remember that I was kind in the afternoon. Please sit down."

"Is there a mechanism on the chair? Will there be hidden weapons flying out of the dining table?"

"It's not one of those stupid 007 movies, ma'am? There's no such low-end stuff, and maybe you'll have a long time to experience it."

Jasmine glanced at the rings on the table. The goose yellow pear-shaped diamond ring was lying quietly in the black velvet jewelry box, and it looked even brighter and crystal clear under the light. "My God, Mycroft, are you going to tell me I'm going back to school for logic and rhetoric?"

"If you didn't hear that I was proposing to you." Mycroft answered simply and concisely.

"Okay, the reason? It can't be because you are merciful and plan to help me out of the predicament in the afternoon, right?"

The time it took for Jasmine to calm down was shorter than Mycroft expected, which obviously made him very satisfied. "Everyone gets what they want, doesn't it? I need a wife now, who works in the government. People who have been married give people a mature and stable impression, and make people feel reliable. At least I am nearly forty years old, and I am not married to a certain extent. affect the image."

"Then why me? You know, there are a lot of women of the right age who need a husband."

"There are not many who meet my qualifications. A well-known lady with knowledge of books and etiquette, but the family does not get involved in politics too much; elegant and intelligent, well-behaved, able to carry out witty conversations, at least you can understand what I mean without too much explanation ;satisfied with a lazy, loveless marriage, not emotionally stupid enough to demand too much of me, she would be the perfect hostess of the Sherlock Holmes mansion, a part of my image. More importantly, she cannot attract The dislike of Sherlock Holmes, just for this alone, probably not many people."

"Thanks for the compliment, but, I guess there's something else, isn't there?"

"Ok?"

"There must be something that made you rush to propose, after all, it's kind of abrupt, you know."

"Very well, it's easy to talk. How much do you know about Moriarty's relationship with your father?"

"Actually, I don't have a deep impression of him. Later, I remembered that he was the leader of my father at that time. If my father did not have an accident, I would probably be married to him by my father. I don't remember much about the rest."

"Moriarty has been jumping up and down recently, trying to get my attention. Judging from his current situation, he probably wants to suppress me through Sherlock, so I have to find something to distract him , and your identity is enough to attract his attention, as far as I know, he has always suspected that your father has something against him."

"Understood. But you also mentioned that while my father's identity is enough to attract his attention, as your image representative, won't this identity cause you trouble?"

"It's harmless, after all, you and your father's organization really have no connection at all, and your official identity is the daughter of the old aristocrat Mr. Amber. Those who want to trouble me will do everything possible to grab my sore feet, Instead of letting him run around aimlessly, it's better to show him a harmless weakness, so that he won't find out what really matters."

"So, you use me as a shield for Sherlock?"

"You can say that. But I can guarantee your safety. Sherlock is an unstable factor, but you are controllable."

"Okay, I promise, Mycroft, I know I'm not qualified to negotiate terms with you."

"Thank you! Do you mind if I put it on for you? Otherwise, there really won't be any atmosphere for a marriage proposal."

Jasmine nodded: "Of course. No one would propose like you, and no one would agree except me."

McCoff politely kissed the back of Jasmine's hand: "Then, happy cooperation!"

"I'm sure it will be pleasant. If you don't mind, I won't have dinner..."

"I know, the car is ready, it's outside the door. Good night, Jasmine!" Mycroft kissed Jasmine's forehead lightly like an ordinary fiancé, and sent her out.

"Good night, Mycroft!"