[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

What is that we said about appearances Yeah, they can 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.

Gloria was staring at the cat in front of her as she noticed that the fat, milky cat had been stalking her for the past 10 minutes, appearing to follow her feet, By the way, step on it a few times with its furry paws.

Shailene Ashby, who was a little depressed, was amused by this scene, "It likes you."

"Maybe it just likes blonde girls." Gloria sat down on the sofa, and then found the little chubby cat dangling close to her and nestled into the sofa, Leah blinked, "Are you sure you want to entrust it to me ?” It was surprising enough that Ashby had contacted her through Inspector Lestrade this morning, but it turned out that the reason was for a cat.

Charlene pointed to the leather suitcase on the side of the living room, "I decided to go back to Australia. The empty Melbourne farm is not suitable for exotic short-haired cats. You know, it hardly has any survival skills. I don't have many friends in London, and you Looks like cats again."

Well, Gloria still doesn't know how to say no to a beauty, let alone a brunette who she always likes, "Of course, he looks really cute, I like it." Although her cohabitant may not Think so.

"What's it called?"

"Pudding," answered Shailene Ashby.

Until Gloria was standing in front of the ghost sports car with a cat in her arms, she hadn't arrived in London for more than 24 hours, but she had already had rich and wonderful experiences: love at first sight for a curly British man; rediscovering her childhood partner, and he was an earl; danced with an English prince, stole a painting at a private ball, then solved a murder with the object of his love at first sight; now even owns a cat, and at this rate, she probably Getting engaged next month and having twins this time next year - wow, that's fantastic.

The high-end apartment in Mayfair where Shailene Ashby lives has done a good job of greening. The lush shrubs and the old red telephone booths full of British style complement each other, and they are full of vitality against each other.But - it would be nice if you could get rid of the irritating loud ringing in the phone booth.

Gloria glanced at the phone booth, the persistent sound continued, as if it was never going to stop, and passers-by were obviously frowning and dissatisfied by the loud ringing.

But—it's none of her business. The blonde girl hugged the cat and turned to get in the car to leave. Should she, a foreigner, still be responsible for whether there is noise in London that disturbs the people?

"Ding--"

Gloria was struggling to stuff the baby cat pudding into the pet backpack. Because the other party's lack of cooperation made her very busy, when the bell rang, she didn't have time to check the caller and chose to answer it.

"Miss Rockefeller, good day." The man's RP voice on the phone was so elegant that Gloria almost hoped that he would never hang up, but the next content seemed unfriendly, "Your cat doesn't look tame, It's trying to break free from the pack."

Gloria turned on the car phone, hugged the cat again to comfort her, and looked around by the way, "You hacked into the surveillance system, sir? Is it the camera surveillance in the apartment on the left or the one near Hyde Park?"

"Why not all of them, Miss." The charming voice of the British man as if in control is really sexy.

Gloria pinched Pudding Meow's little pad, "What do you want to do, sir? I am willing to cooperate with most of the others except pointing an infrared sight at my head." Who made her car not bulletproof? .

"How can a gentleman be so rude to a lady, just to invite you to a party, Miss."

The dark and empty underground warehouse looked damp and cold.

The slender legs exposed under Gloria's short skirt felt cool, so she hugged the cat in her arms more and more tightly. It turned out that Pudding Cat was sleeping sweetly on her own, leaving Gloria alone to face this one-handed A man with a strong aura holding a black umbrella.

In terms of figure, the other party is not considered sexy and handsome. Perhaps in the eyes of picky and mean people, he even needs to lose a little weight to be called a standard figure, but the reserved and charming smile on his face makes his masculine charm exceed the upper limit .

"Good day, Miss Rockefeller." It was the voice on the phone that couldn't have been more charming.

"Good day." Gloria smiled. "I'm new to London, and I don't know you."

The British man is a gentleman, "Sorry, Miss Rockefeller, if you want to avoid the attention of Sherlock Holmes, you have to be more cautious. Of course, if you choose to answer the call from the phone booth, you can also avoid Sherlock Holmes discovering the caller records on the mobile phone." possible."

"Ding--"

A text message from a cohabitant——

"If it's convenient, hurry back to Baker Street, SH."

Gloria shook the phone screen, "Look, I was too anxious to go back." She asked politely, "If you don't mind, can I reply to the message?"

"Of course, Miss." Gloria was already editing the message when the British man replied—"It's not very convenient."

"What is your relationship with Sherlock Holmes?" The man's classical and elegant voice almost made Gloria suspect that she was deep in the magnificent Victorian palace, but she glanced at the empty and dark warehouses around her and instantly dismissed the idea.

Gloria answered honestly, "We became roommates around three o'clock yesterday afternoon."

"And dinner dates, dancing, and kissing in eight hours?" He laughed happily.

Gloria lifted the cat up, God, it is really heavy, "You like to spy on the younger brother, Mr. Holmes?" No way, the temperaments of the two are too close, and Mr. Daifuku is slightly fattened The beauty has been destroyed, but the facial features similar to the other Mr. Holmes can still be seen to some extent. Of course, the other face is slightly longer. "You both look alike."

"You are not quite like your elder brother Aldrich." Mycroft Holmes smiled while holding a black umbrella in one hand, "I hope you understand that I am just a poor man who is regarded as a sworn enemy by my younger brother, and you are now Seems to get on well with him."

"There is still too much room to move forward." After all, it is just a kiss now.

"Ding--"

It’s still a text message from a cohabitant——

"It's not convenient, please come back quickly, SH."

Mycroft was as kind as he cared for relatives and friends, "Are you planning to continue working with Sherlock Holmes? If you finally choose to move into 221B Baker Street, if you can, I hope you can provide me with information about Sherlock—" Mycroft Foot stopped because he found that the blonde girl opposite was looking at him expectantly, her eyes were hot.

"Mr. Holmes, are you going to bribe me?"

Mycroft paused, "...I don't think you have any financial problems."

"Who would think too much money, sir."

Mycroft: He hates rich, bloody vampire capitalists.

Gloria looked at Holmes slightly dissatisfied, "You really have no sincerity."

Mycroft Holmes suddenly had a feeling of being blackmailed by the other party. "If you need it, of course I will be happy to provide it." He took out a check book from his suit pocket, filled in a string of considerable numbers, tore it off and handed it to Glory Ya, "It's nothing special, it won't embarrass you, just tell him about his recent situation."

Gloria stuffed the check into her envelope, "Of course, it's for you and Sherlock's brother Christine."

Mycroft: "..."

He held the black umbrella with one hand, and once again showed a reserved and charming smile on his face: "Miss Rockefeller, I wish you a happy time with your new roommate."

ah?That made her go?

Gloria stepped forward, her slender figure was very charming, "Mr. Holmes, do you have a girlfriend?"

She looked up shyly: "What do you think of me?"

"I remember you and Sherlock shared a kiss last night." Mycroft was unmoved.

Gloria smiled sweetly, and the mole on her cheek was ambiguous and innocent, "So I'm asking you what you think of me being Sherlock's girlfriend."

"You would make a wonderful couple, if possible." Mycroft Holmes would not admit that he felt a sudden pity for his younger brother.

"Of course, he is the extraordinary Sherlock Holmes." Gloria's smile at this time was the most sincere one so far, "But——"

Mycroft noticed that Goldilocks' eyes were fixed on his - the black umbrella. "It's raining again in London."

Mycroft: ...are you a bandit?

Gloria's round red lips smile sweet and innocent: This black umbrella is so beautiful~

Outside the dark and damp warehouse, Mycroft had already ordered the ghost sports car to be parked by the side of the road. London was filled with misty drizzle, and the blonde girl hugged the cat in her arms tightly with a delicate black umbrella. There was also a considerable amount of checks in the bag, and he sat in the driving seat with a full harvest.

221B Baker Street, London

Gloria walked up the stairs cautiously with Pudding Cat in her arms. She hoped that Mr. Holmes would not blow his fur at the first sight of her and the cat, like a cat.

Outside the window is the dim and ambiguous London rain scene, and the picture of Sherlock wearing blue silk pajamas standing by the window and bowing his head playing the violin is simply beautiful and picturesque, if one ignores the almost terrifying sound of the piano.

Sherlock rested his chin on the violin and saw her shoes along the line of sight, "The soles of the shoes are covered with leaves of Euonymus and Glamis rosea. You went to Shailene Ashby's apartment. She asked Lestrade to ask you Contact information." Obviously there is no interrogative sentence.

"I also met another Mr. Holmes today." Gloria noticed that Sherlock hadn't found the cat in her arms yet. "I got a sum of money from him, which we can use to buy some men's shirts." .” Like gay purple.

Sherlock: ...Mycroft's brain was probably kidnapped by aliens. Normal people would not use money to buy a rich girl with huge family wealth.

Distraught by the blonde girl's long white legs, Mr. Holmes turned to look at her. "It's cold in London—"

Sherlock's indifferent and pale face frowned, "——what's in your arms?"

Gloria sat on the brown sofa by the window, "A cat..." She stretched out her hand and grabbed Sherlock's silk pajamas and shook it, her gray-blue eyes looked at him pitifully, as if they could immediately glow , "Can we have a cat, sir?"

She continued to shake, "Please."