Erin Adler disappears, but Connie falls into the agony of being crushed by the sadistic queen.

When the little sheep came to search, the queen's men had already looted the cottage, and looked very angry, and Connie looked at it from a distance, and found that the queen was still very young, and very colorful, and completely different from her ungrown......

Since then, Mary and Moriarty have not been seen, but Connie has dreamed about that day, and day and night Mary tells her in her dreams that she can go home.

It's not that I don't have expectations, even if I feel that there is little hope at every moment.

After more than a week of nightmares, she showed dark circles that she hadn't seen in years, but John always thought that she was scared by Irene, after all, it was not a good thing to be remembered by a sadistic queen for five years......

"Hey, Sherlock, I guess Connie hasn't been in a good mood lately, maybe you can take her out for a walk?" John suggested at the breakfast table that he was drinking Connie's delicious coffee and the sandwich she had made.

There was a half-drunk white porridge of 10,000 on the side of the table, and she went downstairs to refill Sherlock's coffee, so John seized the gap.

Sherlock was looking down at the newspaper, his right hand playing with the knife and fork in his hand, which was placed between his fingers like a fountain pen, which attracted attention.

Hearing this, he looked up at John's fawn-like eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Any suggestions?"

He didn't even laugh at his suggestion.

Instead, he humbly asked.

At this moment, John was a little proud.

"You know, Connie never had a boyfriend and never dated, so naturally she doesn't understand that, although you don't understand either...... Good thing you have me, you can take her to the amusement park, to the movies, and to a nice candlelit dinner......" John babbled about his advice from dating books.

He's tried most of them.

"Sherlock, are you listening to me?" Finally, John, who was talking to himself, had the heart to pay attention to the feedback Sherlock had given him.

He reached out and waved it in front of his eyes, it was rare to see him in a daze and still be so normal.

It was his habit to hold the violin, either in the drizzle outside the window or in front of the fire.

He felt that something was wrong with his little friend's expression.

"What's the matter?" John asked worriedly.

"Here comes the coffee." Connie came upstairs with her coffee, and John shut up, as if he had done something wrong.

Connie looked at his unnatural face suspiciously, and said, "What's wrong?" Isn't breakfast good? ”

"No, it's delicious!" John became even more empty-hearted.

Connie frowned, could it be that her cooking skills had regressed?

"John, you don't have to worry about my feelings, maybe my craft has regressed...... You have to know that when you're lying, the look on your face is so obvious that it's hard not to notice. ”

John: "......" Sherlock also said that, is it true that he was born without a talent for lying?

#不对, he obviously didn't lie! #

John bowed his head, put the last bite of the sandwich in his mouth, sighed contentedly, and finished his coffee in one gulp.

"I'm really not lying, it's delicious!"

Seeing that his expression was indeed sincere, Connie was puzzled again, and her eyes swept over Sherlock, who seemed to be in a daze but staring at the newspaper, and pursed her lips.

"Connie."

"Yes?"

Sherlock put down the newspaper and stared straight at Connie's face with a pair of eyes, as if pondering every hair on her face.

Connie has been seen like this many times, and she is used to it.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

Connie: "......"

Why ask such a question all of a sudden.

John: "Poof...... Thankfully, he's already swallowed the coffee.

Connie took a deep breath and thought for a moment as she let out a long breath.

Why is it that it is a person who has studied in college, is it more embarrassing to say that there is none?

But if anything...... Wouldn't it be more humiliating for Sherlock to lie and show him?

Connie felt that it was still confessed, so she looked at Sherlock with righteousness: "No! ”

"Lying."

Connie: "??? ”

John: "??? ”

"I didn't." Connie was entangled, telling the truth and not believing it.

"No boyfriend or no lying?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing!" Connie glared at him, just puzzled.

John couldn't come back to his senses for a long time: Oh my God! He was actually jealous of Sherlock at the scene?!

#此生难忘#

Who knew that Sherlock looked at it for a long time, and then asked, "What about the first kiss?" ”

Connie was about to reply to him, "It's you", when she suddenly remembered something, and her difficult face appeared.

#一言难尽#

The meaningful look frightened John, but—

"I said Sherlock, even if it's your girlfriend now, you don't have to be so jealous, right? Who hasn't had a past yet~"

Yo, this little tone is floating.

"I didn't." Sherlock said with a blushing face and a heartbeat.

Connie opened her mouth, and just as she was about to explain, she heard a woman's □□ sound in the room.

Her face changed, and she remembered the ringtone of someone's phone.

I don't know how she did it, but Sherlock didn't give her his coat that day.

"Isn't that there? I remember watching the sadistic queen's falling body that day. Connie glanced at Sherlock and replied sourly.

John: Feeling like a big war is about to break out, is he going to retreat first?

Sherlock glanced at Connie, took out the phone, glanced at the interface, and said, "It's not mine." ”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.

Connie had a bad feeling about it.

She licked her lips, pulled out her phone from her pocket, and opened it.

“ie.--a”

！ (◎_◎; )

When did Erin Adler get her phone!

Connie swallowed her saliva and looked at Sherlock in shock, looking at his slightly narrowed eyes, and didn't know why, she blurted out: "I was forcibly kissed twice by a female classmate when I was in school, it was really an accident... Erin: I don't know when she took my phone. ”

Incoherent, but informative.

Sherlock's eyes, formally, narrowed.

John reacted slowly and got the message: "Strong kiss? Twice? ”

OMG, he never knew Connie would have such a hot past!

Connie wanted to cry without tears.

#嘴快是病#

"It's okay." Who knows, but there is a gentle smile on the other side.

Connie immediately felt creepy.

Sherlock, smiling softly.

#这是两组无关的名词#

John was about to compliment, but Sherlock finally got angry, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the little friend on his right standing up on the table, leaning forward, and kissing his little friend on the left hand directly.

Connie was stunned.

Sherlock looked at her wide open eyes, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

It's like it's a joke, it's more like it's in*.

John's mouth was wider than his eyes.

#单身贵族可忍#

#单身狗孰不可忍#

Angry and sad, John wanted to slap the table and leave the room in a huff.

As soon as Sherlock's eyes drifted, he immediately softened again, and after a while, he couldn't help it, and went out with his waist bent and legs.

#这真是史上最漫长的一个吻#

"Breathe, idiot." He stepped back a little and sat back down, Connie stared blankly at his bright red lips, and unconsciously stuck out her tongue to lick it, the rich aroma of coffee still sweet.

"Is it delicious?" He is like a devil locked in hell, and like a white angel in heaven.

"It's delicious." Connie replied subconsciously, and as soon as she realized what she had answered, her face suddenly turned red.

Oh, my God! What did she say!!

Sherlock laughed again, and he seemed to laugh especially a lot today.

"Eat more if it's delicious." He raised his hand and placed the untouched sandwich in Connie's hand.

There was a slight ping-pong sound in the room.

John eavesdropping outside the door: "......"

That's ......???

Connie sat in her seat, nervously cutting the sandwich with a knife and fork and putting it in her mouth, but the gaze on the other side kept watching her move, and her hand shook from time to time to touch the plate, which made her even more nervous.

"Finished eating?" Seeing her put down her knife and fork, Sherlock asked casually.

Connie nodded.

"I'll change my clothes when I'm done."

Connie looked at him.

"I'm going to go out later."

"Oh." Connie whispered.

Got up and walked to the door, heard the sound of going up the stairs outside the door, and opened the door to see John coming up from the bottom of the stairs panting.

"Huh? Have you eaten well? John cautiously glanced inside.

#其实他从未离去#

#听墙角听得心甚疲惫#

Connie, who felt that something was wrong: "I'm done eating." ”

Old John blushed: "Oh. ”

"John." There was a low shout from the room, and John leaned in, and when he saw Sherlock still sitting at the table in his pajamas, he began to doubt his ears.

"Pack up." Sherlock's dark eyes swept across his face, as if he could see through his mind at a glance.

John paused, looked at the table, swept Sherlock with inexplicable gaze, and walked over in resignation.

"Hey......"

#命苦的他# 166 Reading Network