[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Now that you're abigfish, there are more sharks in this pond.

Now that you're a big fish, there are more sharks waiting in the pond.

Gloria was woken in the morning by some strange touch.

The flat-faced cat with a chubby little head has a satisfied expression, and its milk-colored fur is soft and shiny. It is stepping on her chest with the pink pads on its furry little paws.

Pudding’s squirrel-like tail flicks happily. It seems that the cats are very satisfied with Gloria as the master, so they will remember the instinct of stepping on the milk. After all, for the cats, stepping on the milk is basically equivalent to a happy mood.

Gloria Black Line, she seems to have been attacked by a cat.

"Gloria, where's my phone—"

The cohabitants pushed the door in without warning, and the happy mood of the cats came to an end for the time being.

Sherlock quickly lifted the cat on Gloria's body.

"Meow——" Pudding Meow was grabbed by the fur on the back of his neck and opened his round eyes. Although the meow star didn't feel any pain, his ears turned into airplane ears vigilantly when he was hung in the air.

Sherlock and the cat stared at each other, "Do you want to wander in France? Stupid cat."

"Meow—" Let go of Meow!You long-faced monster!

Gloria knew she was a little bit mean, but the picture of the long-faced British man and the flat-faced cat looking at each other was so hilarious.

She suppressed a smile and rescued the cat from the black natural roll, Pudding nestled in her arms obediently and rubbed, "Meow~" The long-faced monster bullied me!

Gloria stroked its short chin, "Honey, Mr. Holmes is probably jealous of your short face."

Sherlock: "..." I really want to strangle her.

Gloria was half lying on the bed, the shoulder straps of the lace pajamas slipped down to reveal a seductive arc, her fair skin seemed to be glistening with a creamy texture, and even the spots that are usually unavoidable for Caucasians seemed to be completely absent on her body .

Sherlock looked away, "What are you still dawdling about? It seems that you are going to be late on your first day as a Westminster student."

Gloria hugged the cat out of bed nonchalantly, stepped on her slippers and walked out of the bedroom. She didn't care about her cohabitant's poisonous tongue. After all, the other party offered a kiss yesterday afternoon.

The arrogant Mr. Holmes is really addictive.

The blonde girl squatted on the ground and put tuna in the cat bowl. The lace pajamas couldn't hide her beautiful butterfly bones at all, and Sherlock directly covered her with the blue silk nightgown on her body with a dark face.

And Gloria was very dissatisfied with why Mr. Detective wore a shirt and trousers under his nightgown. She thought she could see the beautiful body of Mr. Holmes, which was really disappointing.

— "You've got five minutes to throw those flimsy fabrics out of Baker Street."

"Including this one on me?" Gloria asked with a smile. "Then I can only wear your nightgown naked? Or would you like to give me a white shirt as a nightgown?"

Well, she saw her cohabitant's ears turn red again, are British men so innocent?

No, Leah, just this one in front of you, the famous British virgin.

The world-renowned English breakfast looked very appetizing when it was placed on the dining table. Gloria pressed a kiss on Mrs. Hudson's cheek, "This must be the best breakfast in Baker Street, Mrs. Hudson." .”

The landlady once again confirmed that this was the perfect tenant in her mind, especially compared to the curly black hair on the other side of the table who was picky about the sweetness of the coffee, Gloria was simply an angel.

But why is the slightly fat nightgown on the blonde girl so familiar?

Leah blinked and looked shyly at the charitable landlady, "Mr. Holmes is my boyfriend now."

Sherlock froze as he sipped his coffee, glanced at her but didn't retort.

Mrs. Hudson was not so calm. She exclaimed, "God, you are a kind girl."

Sherlock: "..."

Gloria smiled sweetly and said to Mrs. Hudson, "Mr. Holmes taught me what it means to be crazy about love."

"The love of young people is always so pleasing to the eye." Mrs. Hudson admired, and it seemed that she would not have to worry about consulting detectives scaring away the co-tenants again in a short time.

Sherlock reminded the two women in Baker Street, "Gloria, I hope you haven't forgotten that Westminster starts at nine."

Gloria had to temporarily end the conversation with Mrs. Hudson, "I have to change my school uniform, ma'am."

"Oh, Leah, I hope you enjoyed your secondary school in London," said Mrs. Hudson with unabashed preference. "What would you like for dinner? How about a blueberry pie?"

Leah leaned sideways and kissed again, continuing her best sweet talk, "Anything you cook is delicious."

After she finished speaking, she stepped on her slippers and went back to the bedroom.

Sherlock on the dining table put down his coffee cup, "The blueberry pie is too sweet, I don't like it."

"I'm not your butler, Sherlock," Mrs. Hudson reminded.

"Salty scones are obviously a better choice, remember to use less cheese when baking."

Mrs. Hudson repeated, "Again, I'm not your butler, Sherlock."

It was exactly [-]:[-] when Gloria arrived at Westminster Public School in the ghost sports car. This ancient public school located in the Westminster Abbey area in central London is like a queen rose standing for a thousand years.

Before Gloria got out of the car, she saw Hugh Grosvenor waiting outside the school gate.

The young earl was wearing a black school suit uniform of Westminster students, which was different from the formal and elegant tuxedo of Eton College. He actually wore the black suit of Westminster College with a handsome and suave demeanor.

British men are probably born with suits?

Whether it is the two Mr. Holmes or the young nobleman in front of her, they are completely picturesque in suits.

But in her eyes, Mr. Holmes is always the most handsome. The abstinence and sexy temperament created by the purple shirt of the second gay man made her blood spurt.

Hugh Grosvenor was leaning against the school gate, his short platinum-blond hair seemed to be shining in the sun. From time to time, men and women in black suits passed by him and said hello, but Hugh kept leaning there and looked at the passing vehicles , as if waiting for someone.

Until his icy blue eyes spotted the ghost sports car parked beside him, the passing Westminster students were a little surprised to see the smile on the face of the young nobleman. so happy?

Then they saw the lucky guy clearly.

Gentleman Hugh opened the car door for her, and an elf-like blonde girl stepped out of the sports car.

Westminster students just want to ask at this time,

— "Where did London get such a blond stunner?"

——"Also, what's the relationship between her and Grosvenor?"

The handsome boy with platinum blonde hair offered a close kiss and whispered in Gloria's ear, "Finally willing to leave your detective?"

"I don't want to leave him for a second," Gloria said in a pitiful voice. "Can't I choose to be home-schooled?"

Xio really wanted to roll his eyes, but he held back and continued to maintain a gentlemanly posture, "Mrs. Rockefeller will kill you."

"She probably regretted giving birth to me a long time ago," Gloria shook the car key, "you have to be responsible for finding a good place for me in this car."

The young nobleman agreed with a smile, and after opening the passenger door for Gloria, he turned into the driver's seat and headed to the parking lot.

Hugh Grosvenor's ice-blue eyes glued to the girl's face, "I'm afraid not only this car, but also this public school must make room for you, my Majesty the Queen."

"I hope this queen is not Mary I of Scots," Gloria said playfully. "Being forced into a political marriage, her husband died, her lover was betrayed, she was imprisoned for many years, and finally she was sent to the guillotine by her relatives who were worried about threatening the throne."

According to Catholic regulations, the identity of the illegitimate daughter of Elizabeth I is not eligible to become the Queen of England, and Mary I, Queen of Scots, should be the real heir to the throne. I will die.

The blonde girl frowned as if she had eaten something dirty, "I might end up like this, even after I die, the grave is only thirty feet away from my enemy."

Hugh Grosvenor looked concerned. "Leah—"

"Don't worry," Gloria smiled, "I won't be executed for obedience."

"I only care about you," the handsome boy said sincerely, "at least I guarantee you are safe."

Gloria blinked. "I look like I'm in danger?"

She was just a little curious, Hugh and the little doctor almost said the same advice - at least make sure you are safe.

Hugh Grosvenor hesitated, "You will show some—" He paused for a moment, "...self-destructive tendencies."

Gloria was surprised by her friend's recognition, "—often?"

"No, it's very subtle." The young noble replied quickly, "I only noticed it when I paid too much attention."

Hugh Grosvenor frowned and looked puzzled, "I can't figure out if it's a coincidence, but that hidden self-destructive tendency seems to have disappeared after you came to London."

"So what I thought before was not an illusion," Gloria's gray-blue eyes suddenly burst into light.

"—As long as I am around Mr. Holmes, my mental state will return to normal."

"What?" The handsome boy was surprised. He felt that the girl's words seemed to be under some kind of evil black magic. "What the hell conclusion is this?"

Gloria had the rare patience to explain to the teenager, "Security," she even repeated, "the presence of Sherlock Holmes gives me an indescribable sense of security, I know it sounds like Crazy, but I do think so—”

"I feel like a normal person only when I'm around him."

Hugh Grosvenor frowned and was silent for a few seconds before asking, "If this is true... are you sure this is love?"

Can this complex relationship really be defined by love?

Gloria was unmoved at all, "Compared to the chemical reaction of dopamine and adrenaline, Mr. Holmes is a miracle of fate to me in the true sense."

Westminster School respects academics while following individual and personality education, and provides students with a wealth of extracurricular activities.

Gloria is very comfortable with campus life, and has made many new friends in just a few hours, thanks to the escort of Hugh Grosvenor.

In this elite public school full of the children of political and business celebrities, it is not easy to gain many followers, but Gloria has always been the best at gaining favor.

After she performed an astonishing performance of Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto with the orchestra, she unexpectedly chose an unpopular charity organization dedicated to helping poor people in Ecuador for another after-school activity.

Having beauty and talent while being dedicated to charity is always the golden rule advocated by the hypocritical upper class.

By four o'clock in the afternoon, when she finished her day's work and walked out of Westminster Public School, Gloria was already surrounded by many young people.

Hugh Grosvenor drove Goldilocks' Phantom sports car up to her and raised his eyebrows in appreciation, "Amazing communication skills."

Gloria sat in the co-pilot, "I'm going back to Baker Street to meet my Mr. Detective, what's your plan?"

"Tobacco Dock." Hugh Grosvenor said as he untied his black tie and threw it to his feet, and his decent shirt and suit became a lot wilder.

Gloria looked at him in surprise, "London Tattoo Show?"

She remembers that London has held the world's largest tattoo exhibition in late September in recent years, "God, do you have a tattoo? Show me!"

Just in time for a red light, Xio took off his suit jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves to reveal the thorn tattoo on his arm. "Leah, sometimes you push yourself too hard to become a qualified heir to the old money family. Tattoos are a good way to relax."

"I thought the Duke of Westminster was committed to cultivating you into the most qualified old-fashioned nobleman." Gloria was noncommittal to Hugh's proposal.

"He doesn't have time to manage me now. My father is spending a lot of money to solve his prostitution scandals." The richest man in Britain reported six prostitution acts in just one month.

The handsome Earl, who was originally full of old-fashioned aristocratic temperament, seems to be a different person at this time. His platinum hair is messy and stylish because he is driving a convertible sports car. , handsome and rebellious as hell.

"Ding--"

Before Gloria could appreciate the beauty any longer, she was interrupted by a call from Mrs. Rockefeller.

Gloria shook the screen at Hugh, "I'm going to listen to the words before I can rebel."

"Hi Mom, how's your day?" Gloria said sweetly.

Mrs. Rockefeller sounded in a good mood, "I was attending a charity luncheon. Mrs. Dupont said that when her youngest daughter, who was studying at Westminster School, called today, she specifically mentioned that you joined the famous keyboard band in the school. This 14-year-old The shy little girl who seems to have paid attention to you when she was still in New York."

The implication is that you can make friends with her.

Mrs. Rockefeller certainly knew how good her only daughter was at winning people's hearts.

Gloria raised her eyebrows, the DuPont family monopolized the industry and the largest seller of gunpowder and explosives in the United States?It's really worth making friends with, if one day she is plotted against again, it's better to tie those bitches together and blow them up to the sky.

The lady on the phone was still complimenting, "Leah, I know you've always been the best."

Oh-oh, the admiration of a powerful little girl is not worthy of Mrs. Rockefeller's praise. It seems that she has other requirements.

"Do you remember George?" asked Mrs. Rockefeller.

Gloria searched for countless Georges in her mind, no way, who made this name so common and boring, look how tasteful the name Sherlock Holmes is.

Gloria pinned on someone worthy of her mother's attention, "Nephew of the current president?"

That handsome "political heir" of the Bush family?

Mrs. Rockefeller said happily, "I remember seeing him at your grandmother's house when you were young, and you got along well."

Gloria and the current US President's middle name also come from the Walker family. Thanks to this, she actually met a few Bushes when she was young, but Mrs. Rockefeller probably has something wrong with her mind. The political heir is older than her. As a teenager, can you get along with a ghost and pick cherries with a three-year-old in her arms?

Gloria has now completely forgotten that Sherlock is older than her, but if you ask her about this, she will probably answer this way-since she has met Holmes in her childhood, it means that it is fate love!

"Remember to go back to New York during the Thanksgiving holiday, you need to meet." Mrs. Rockefeller's tone seemed to change next, with some contempt, "I won't stop you and that British man for the time being, but you have to know the boundaries, Li Ya."

Gloria was willing to play a mother-daughter relationship with her, but the other party mentioned her Mr. Detective with threats, which made people feel uncomfortable, "Mom, I will stay in London for Thanksgiving, and you The British man in the mouth is together."

"—Do you want to be taken back to New York immediately?!" Mrs. Rockefeller's voice was tinged with anger.

Gloria didn't care, "Mom, you forgot what I told you, Baker Street is full of MI[-] agents, the restaurant where I had dinner yesterday, the waiter heard that he had served as the Queen's bodyguard .”

"You want to quarrel with me because of an English man?" Mrs. Rockefeller resorted to her trump card, "It seems that Rockefeller's inheritance is no longer important to you."

Gloria completely lost her patience, but her voice was even sweeter, as if with love, "Mom, why don't you give birth to another heir?"

"Gloria!" Mrs. Rockefeller in the private lounge of the dinner party couldn't hold back her anger.

The elf girl's voice was almost without warmth, "Isn't it a long time ago that it was diagnosed that my father lost his fertility a few years ago, since I was the only heir when you held the title of Mrs. Rockefeller—"

"Wouldn't it be nice of you to play the role of a loving mother? Kick me off and go to hell with you all."

Mrs. Rockefeller was irritated by Gloria's attitude, but she dared not act rashly because of her gloomy tone, "Leah, I don't want to force you, but you can have more choices."

"Yeap, choice, my subjective approval is the most important." Gloria is not going to discuss her choice of spouse or the benefits of political marriage. "Mom, I have to go on a date. I hope you have a good meal."

Hugh Grosvenor now has reason to suspect that the consulting detective is the reverse scale of the elf girl, and he was slapped in the face without seeing his mother appear?

"Back to Baker Street?" he asked.

Gloria stared at Hugh's tattoo, thinking in her mind that in Mrs. Rockefeller's eyes, there are probably no less than two hundred suitable candidates for marriage, "Tobacco Pier."

"What?" Grosvenor was surprised.

Gloria leaned back in her chair. "I'm going to get a tattoo on your advice."

"...Where is the tattoo?"

"Chest side."

"What?!" Grosvenor suddenly regretted his suggestion, "...content...content?"

Gloria wore sunglasses with a relaxed and cheerful expression, "Sherlock."