[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

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I think all attractive people are pampered, and that is the secret of their attraction.

Heathrow International Airport boarding gate

Candice gave Gloria a hug, "It's so boring in such a cold London, why don't you go back to California with me?"

"How about Hawaii? The naked handsome guys on the beach are very eye-catching." Gloria suggested with a smile. The two blonde girls attracted attention because of their outstanding appearance.

"Good idea," Candice agreed, "it would be even better if the date was held after you abandoned Holmes."

Gloria laughed, "Honey, you really hate him."

"Of course, in order to get me back to California, he completely messed up my preparation materials for applying to Stanford through remote control. God, even one letter of recommendation is missing," Candice gritted her teeth, "I hate him!"

Gloria reassured the little girl, "He promised that after you return to the airspace of the United States, those materials will return to your mailbox."

"This is simply a journey that couldn't be worse-seeing you being murdered and then driven out of London, I hate Sherlock Holmes, the trip to England is really a failure." Candice muttered dissatisfied.

"Not good at all?" Gloria teased, "I thought British actors were not bad?"

Candice shrugged, "His Cymbeline is good, the classic and elegant British gentleman is indeed charming," the blonde girl changed the topic, "but the Holmes next to you is not a gentleman."

"Well, I deeply understand your hatred for him." The elf girl laughed.

The flight to Los Angeles has already begun to check in. Before boarding the plane, Candice hugged her first love again. The blonde girl sighed, "Why must it be him? I thought you were not interested in this type-arrogant Arrogant and withdrawn."

"Oh, I really don't like this kind of person," Gloria said sincerely. "I just like Sherlock Holmes."

The little girl in her arms was dissatisfied, "Do you want me to cry all the way back to Los Angeles?"

"That can't be done," Gloria pushed Candice's blond hair behind her ears, "I won't forgive anyone who makes you cry."

Candice sighed again, "Look, no one in this world can match your sweet words."

The blonde girl said seriously, "I will always remember the first time I met at Sidwell Friendship Middle School. In that middle school for the president's children, money and rights are the most indispensable, and I was just an unaccepted breakout at that time." entrant."

After all, in the eyes of New York's old money family and Washington politicians, Larry Ellison, the sixth richest man in the world, is just an upstart who has not settled down.

"It was you who drove away those senior students who bullied me," Candice's stunning green eyes sparkled, "I will never forget the scene at that time, the sun shone through your blond hair With light, at that moment I really thought that the one in front of me was an elf, the worst thing I ever met was you who was always the best."

Gloria bent her fingers and touched her eyelashes lightly, "Candy, you are the most extraordinary girl, my little girl who can do magic."

"But Sherlock Holmes is the only one who can get you out of your psychological predicament." Candice held her wrist, as if making up her mind with difficulty, "I reluctantly accept that egomaniac—for you."

Gloria laughed, "Look, you're still so kind."

"This is a difficult decision." The green-eyed little girl pouted.

The ticket check has come to an end, Candice asked before turning to leave:

"—am I your favorite Goldilocks?"

"always."

The Boeing plane climbed over London, and Gloria left Heathrow Airport to rush to a lunch. No way, Mrs. Rockefeller always needed her perfect appearance in front of people to enjoy the applause.

And she was having an embarrassment with Mr. Detective, because of his stingy reluctance to advance the time of giving her virginity by a few days.

It is another top private club. It is said that King Edward VII used to shoot pigeons here. The first-class sports equipment always makes men excited.

Gloria coaxed all the ladies and ladies around with her best sweet words, until the middle of the luncheon, she took the opportunity to grab a glass of juice and prepare to hide aside to think about the upcoming Victorian-themed ball tomorrow night .

But today's luck seems to be not very good, she saw a barely familiar face.

—Prince Harry, the party hapless.

"Hi Henry, your hairline is still comforting." Gloria waved her fingers in greeting.

"I thought you were going to apologize to me," said Prince Harry, with his slightly disheveled red hair.

"Me? Why?" Gloria looked really confused.

The prince with a touching hairline looked at the other party's innocent expression and was speechless, "...I followed the investigation of Scotland Yard's case. I think Mr. Holmes was able to take away the oil painting of the key evidence because I attracted all the attention."

"You know Sherlock Holmes?" Gloria rolled her eyes.

"Yes," said Prince Harry, handing her a glass of juice. "He helped my father with a little problem."

Gloria raised her eyebrows, "oh-oh, it's usually not a good thing that needs to be solved by Mr. Holmes."

"Ma'am, if you're interested, I can reveal to you a fresh royal secret." The red-haired man looked like a friendly gentleman who was willing to help others.

Gloria frowned, "Oh, it probably won't be a good thing."

"Since you and—" Harry asked, "Holmes is still your prospective boyfriend?"

"Of course it's a real boyfriend." Gloria smiled sweetly, as if she was addicted to love.

Harry nodded, "Okay, boyfriend. I'm forced to revert to being single because of your behavior at the Herringham Club with your boyfriend."

"Girlfriend dumped you? Oh, that's unfortunate," said Gloria, looking unsympathetic, "but wasn't it because she couldn't stand your dandyism, and it wasn't Mr. Holmes who pushed that girl at the ball into you?" arms."

Harry: "..."

What about basic sympathy and sense of right and wrong?In the girl's eyes, Sherlock Holmes was probably right in everything he did.

"Besides, you are not going to serve in Afghanistan in a few months. World peace needs you. As a prince, how can you only focus on love?" She put the crystal cup to her mouth, um, the juice is good.

Harry: "..."

The girl's feigned sincerity was perfunctory.

Well, he is a gentleman and shouldn't worry too much about underage girls, "... Ma'am, I saw that you were frowning and seemed confused. Is there any problem?"

—it made him happy to say it.

"A dress," Gloria put the juice on the bar covered with black velvet cloth, "I'm going to attend a classical Victorian-themed ball tomorrow night, but unfortunately my dress is far away in Manhattan."

Perhaps she needed to go back to Baker Street immediately?Mr Holmes appears to have some amazing royal collections.

Harry smiled kindly, "If you accept, I can provide you with a little help. Of course, Hugh can too. The Duke of Westminster has countless collections."

"No, thanks." Gloria's flat refusal caused the prince's smile to froze again, "I don't want to be your next rumored girlfriend."

"Ding--"

A call from Sherlock Holmes.

"Good day, Mr. Holmes." The elf girl said in a sweet voice.

The consulting detective on the phone had a harsh voice, "How long are you going to talk to the man who inherited the hair loss gene in his family?"

Well, it seems that the security of the monitoring equipment of this top club is not very good.

"Maybe he can be the only man in the family to escape the bad luck of hair loss?" Gloria replied honestly, "It's not bad for now, after all, his brother has lost his hair since he was 12 years old."

Prince Harry: ...William's hair loss at the age of 12 seems to be what he said...

Prince William: Who the hell loses hair at 12? !

"Go back to Baker Street at once," demanded the detective.

Remembering Gloria's embarrassment when she was having a fight with her boyfriend, "The lunch is only halfway through, sir."

The detective curled up on the sofa at 221b Baker Street suddenly stood up, snatched the cat bowl from under the face of Pudding Meow who was eating, and then dumped all the brown cat food inside into the trash can.

Catman: "Meow!!!"

Your uncle!You long-faced monster! !Return my cat food! ! !

Sherlock reclined back on the couch with an apologetic smile, "You have to come back and feed this stupid cat, Gloria."

"...the cat food is in the kitchen," Gloria said frankly.

"Really?" Sherlock's gorgeous and deep voice was very arrogant, "If you don't return to Baker Street within 10 minutes, that bag of cat food will accompany this stupid cat wandering in France."

Gloria: "..."

The elf girl hung up the phone obediently, and looked at the red-haired prince, "I'm afraid I have to leave the luncheon early."

"--Is there a problem?"

Gloria smiled. "Hey cat."

"You have a cat?"

"Two."

221b Baker Street, London

The detective was lying on the sofa wearing a shirt and trousers, his eyes closed, and a few nicotine patches on his arm. Gloria silently glanced at the cat food in the trash can, and gave Pudding Meow a sympathetic look.

As expected, cat creatures repel each other in temperament and fight constantly.

One minute later, the cat stuck its face into the cat bowl again for fattening routine, while the detective was staring at her, which was exactly the same as the cat's expression when he saw the dried fish.

"You're bothered about a dress and you're the first to confide in other people?" The consulting detective would never admit the reason for his awkwardness, his disgust at not being her first confidant gave him an upset stomach.

Gloria rolled her eyes, "He took the initiative to ask, that prince may be relatively free recently."

That's not the answer Sherlock wanted.

He curled up into the sofa like a big cat with his back facing her, Gloria held back her smile, then sat on the edge of the sofa, put her fingers on his beautiful shoulders, "Sir, can you Can you find me a classic dress with a very royal style in the generous case reward?"

There was still no answer he hoped for, and the detective said indifferently, "You should go to your followers or Hugh Grosvenor, or even that prince might be able to dispatch an army for you."

Hey, Sherlock Holmes's arrogance made her want to kiss him forcefully.

Gloria directly squeezed into the gap between him and the back of the sofa, looking at the British man with bright gray-blue eyes. You have to hold her tight so you don't let yourself fall.

Of course Sherlock could stand up and leave, but unfortunately the elf girl clung to him like an octopus, and the British man subjectively enjoyed all of this.

Gloria bit his lower lip lightly, "With such a powerful Mr. Holmes, who needs an army?"

"Can I get a classic royal gown, sir? I want to be as beautiful as Princess Margaret."

"well."

There's nothing she can't solve by acting like a baby.