[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Eat or eat her?

Sherlock's lips pursed into a line, "There can be a sequence."

Gloria: ...It's heartbreaking to cede land and pay compensation.

Gloria has been used to the old houses that can be seen everywhere in the few months since she came to London, but she was still amazed when she saw this classical building with red walls, "I am afraid that when Churchill first attended the House of Commons meeting as Prime Minister (1940), the house was already standing here."

Sherlock squinted at her, "Before America was born."

Gloria: "..."

What is a bit of historical precipitation madness?The four ancient civilizations have a history of thousands of years!

The elf girl rolled her eyes, "Sir, you are so arrogant and poisonous that you can easily be abandoned."

Sherlock turned to look at her, his slender figure was more upright against the background of the windbreaker, behind him was a classical retro building, and his beautiful green eyes almost suffocated Gloria, she was a little short of breath, hallelujah , Mr. Holmes began to seduce her again.

"Abandoned?" Sherlock stretched out pale fingers to press her chest while she was breathing rapidly, "breathing rapidly, pupils dilated, sometimes you should learn to disguise, such as this rapidly beating heart."

Gloria: "...is it necessary for you to molest your girlfriend outside your parents' house in order to prove that you will not be abandoned? Sir?"

He pressed his whole palm on Gloria's chest, "the sound of vigorous jumping."

Gloria said bluntly, "If it were Channing Tatum, my heart would beat faster."

"—Actor?" The consulting detective frowned.

"He was really fit and handsome in "Football Stunner" and "Dancing Out of My Life," Gloria said with a look of intoxication. "I hope I can invite him to do a striptease for me at my funeral."

Sherlock: "..."

There are too many slots, and I don’t know how to talk about it for a while.

"But sir," Gloria looked at him sincerely, "should you change the position of your hand?"

"When——" the door of the villa suddenly opened from the inside, and the British man holding the doorknob had a reserved and charming smile, "Sherlock, you should change the place when you flirt with your little girlfriend."

The consulting detective put his pale palms back into his coat as if nothing had happened, and raised his chin to face the British Empire, "It seems that you can still spare time to share family life during the Christmas season. I thought you should use this time to monopolize the British government."

"Oh, my dear brother, I only hold the last post in the British Government," Mycroft smiled at Gloria, "Leah, all the Sherlock Holmes in this house are waiting for you. "

The elf girl looked at him with sparkling gray blue eyes, her eyes were burning hot, "Mr. Holmes, your wine red tie is so pretty."

The middle-aged British government remained calm, "Thank you for the compliment. Your scarf is also good. I read it correctly and it should belong to Sherlock."

"Yes, this is a Christmas present from Mr. Detective." Gloria's round red lips evoked a sweet smile, "——haven't you paid me to spy on Sherlock for a long time?"

Mr. Holmes Jr.: The vile capitalist style.

Big Mr. Holmes: "...you have not played an adequate surveillance role."

Gloria put away her smiling face, "You are indeed not the poor man who was regarded as the mortal enemy by the younger brother. It seems that the sincerity of the British officials is nothing more than that."

Mycroft: He hates rich, bloody vampire capitalists.

"Leah, if you need it, this is of course the right thing to do," Mycroft took out a checkbook from his suit pocket, filled in a string of considerable numbers, tore it off and handed it to Gloria, "Are you really A worthy Rockefeller."

"My great-great-grandfather, Mr. John D. Rockefeller once said - I do not live by luck, but by luck of planning."

Mycroft's tone faltered, "...I thought you would eventually build a business empire by robbing."

Gloria smiled sweetly at him indifferently, stuffed the check into the pocket of the woolen coat, and whispered in Sherlock's ear, "Let's go buy a shirt tomorrow, don't you always want to tie my hands with it."

Mycroft: "..."

Outside the classic red building, Mycroft, who had just experienced a robbery, heard some excessive private life between the younger brother and his little girlfriend without changing his face.

And Sherlock looked at the blonde girl with raised eyebrows, "Not struggling?"

"...I'll try my best." Gloria found that she seemed to have dug another hole for herself.

And someone was of course very happy to fill her with soil, Sherlock lowered his head and leaned closer, the natural curls of his curly bag rubbed against the tip of her nose, the gorgeous subwoofer was sexy and alluring, "I accept this Christmas gift, Miss Rockefeller."

Gloria: "..."

So why is she always captured by beauty? !

The British government smiled reservedly and charmingly, "The private life of young people is really rich and colorful."

Gloria: "...We seem to have stayed outside for too long, gentlemen, I can't wait to see Mrs. Holmes who has raised such an outstanding son."

The interior of the villa is warm and tidy, and some Christmas decorations reflect the beautiful candlelight to add to the festive atmosphere. Mrs. Holmes has a joyful and slightly nervous smile on her face. She has no choice but to imagine her little son falling in love.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Holmes," Gloria said with a sweet smile, and gave the old lady a warm hug, "Madam, if Mr. Holmes has one-tenth of your Friendly and friendly, it is estimated that everyone will love it.”

Mrs. Holmes understood the elder son's evaluation - "Don't worry about getting along with each other. Although I don't want to admit it, she is a little girl who couldn't be more lovable."

Gloria handed the gift box to Sherlock's parents. Mrs. Holmes got a checked cashmere scarf. As for the old Mr. Holmes, it was a bottle of single malt whiskey, the favorite of the British besides beer.

Sherlock and Mycroft looked at each other: You didn't prepare a gift either?

The old Sherlock Holmes couple: Raising a son is a pit.

Gloria spread her hands: No way, babies are just so good at pleasing people.

Then Sherlock and Mycroft discovered that Gloria was simply a scheming girl. Mrs. Holmes, who was preparing Christmas Eve dinner in the kitchen, completely forgot about it, and she asked intimately, "Lea, would you like Blueberry pie? Or a slice of apple pie?"

"What does Sherlock like?" Gloria asked with a smile.

"Charlie doesn't like sweets, and Mike has no sweet tooth." Mrs. Holmes shrugged.

Gloria struggled to hold back her smile, Mike?Mycroft?

"Mom, you named me Mycroft, not Mike." The middle-aged British government protested.

Mrs. Holmes ignored him and handed her the exquisite bone china teacup, "Leah, maybe you like Darjeeling black tea?"

"Of course, who wouldn't love Darjeeling." Gloria brought the black tea to her lips, and the fragrance that arrived leisurely was very pleasant. She looked at a book beside the sofa, which was a very difficult mathematics work. Locke explained her doubts, "It was written by Mrs. Holmes when she was young."

Wow, it seems that the genius of the two Mr. Holmes is genetically inherited.

Mrs. Holmes smiled and said, "Looking at it now, there are many theories in it that are simply invisible." She remembered the Christmas roast goose in the oven. "Sweet girl, let Charlie and Mike chat with you for a while, we will soon It's dinner time."

Gloria offered a close kiss, "I can already smell the wonderful aroma."

The big devil Mycroft spoke before Mrs. Holmes returned to the kitchen, "Mom, can you give me back the computer you used to chop potatoes."

"Who told you to keep messing around, Mike." Mrs. Holmes said frankly.

Gloria and Sherlock looked at each other - Mrs. Holmes is so powerful!

The British Christmas dinner is very rich. Gloria habitually cuts the roast beef into small pieces and puts them on Sherlock's plate. Several Holmes are looking at her.

Mrs. Holmes looked at her younger son disapprovingly, "Oh, Xiali, only Leah can bear you."

The two Mr. Holmes nodded in agreement.

Sherlock: ...It's tiring to have a little girlfriend who is too cute.

At the end of the dinner, when the two stood in front of the door to say goodbye, Mrs. Holmes still gave her youngest son a dissatisfied look. Gloria gave a close kiss to say goodbye, "Madam, there is no way, who made your son so outstanding? , I can't help but fall in love."

Mycroft silently tightened his tie. If he can talk about love, he will be good-looking. He is not soft on robbery and blackmail. This little girlfriend of Sherlock is really amazing...

221B Baker Street

Gloria, who had just come out of the bathtub, was wrapped in a loose bathrobe, while Sherlock was standing in front of the window in a shirt and trousers. His beautiful jaw line rested on the violin, like an elegant medieval nobleman.

Gloria: Nice to seduce her again? !

"...Sir?" She swallowed, hallelujah, Mr. Holmes's tight chest muscles are so charming in his white shirt, which is two sizes smaller.

Sherlock stopped playing, "You get along well with Mrs. Holmes."

"Mrs. Holmes is very friendly," Gloria approached him. "She turns out to be an excellent mathematician. No wonder you and Mycroft are so talented."

Sherlock glanced at her, "But what were you worried about?"

Gloria blinked and looked at him obediently.

"You fear marriage and stable relationships."

You see, there are never interrogative sentences in Mr. Holmes' case.

"Promising forever is a terrible thing," Gloria said frankly. "The Sherlock Holmes couple are the happiest type of couples in modern times, but my parents are not. My father heard that he was surrounded by a sexy model fan since last week. , and my mother was busy having an affair with a subordinate."

Sherlock didn't like that these things frequently caused her pressure. He squinted at her arrogantly, "I'm also not interested in marriage."

"Maybe I will build up my belief in marriage one day?" Gloria leaned forward and kissed her non-stop. "Of course, the object must be Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

"About the heartbeat—" Gloria led his pale fingers to her chest, and the loosely tied bathrobe could barely cover the slippery skin, "Do you want to do an experiment? See how much it can jump quick."

As she spoke, she pressed Sherlock on the single sofa, sat on him with her legs apart, and kissed him fiercely. Gloria's lips and tongue tirelessly traced his indifferent thin lips, and her fingers traced along Sherlock's lips. His collarbone slid down, and he unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

"Are you jumping faster?" she asked.

His kiss had sucked into her throat with a scorching breath, and even left a tooth mark maliciously.

The consulting detective encouraged, "It can be faster, Leah."

"Ok?"

Gloria frowned and struggled for her wrist. Somebody's white shirt became a rope to bind her at some point.

"—Sherlock?"

"Shh, you should really listen to how fast your heart is beating."