"Oh...... My Connie, I've really hurt you, I must be terrified. "In 221b, Mrs. Hudson apparently received the news that Henry had always been attentive to this future adopted daughter, and it was indispensable to tell his subordinates to pay attention, but now that he was good, he was much slower to receive a lot of news.

Otherwise...... The boss of the West Side must appear in front of his future adopted daughter as soon as the incident occurs and protect her!

On a rare occasion, Connie did not refuse Mrs. Hudson's sensationalism, but felt that it was very useful.

"Well, it's scary...... But fortunately, it's back. The thought of those blood words made Connie's goosebumps stand on end.

In her lifetime, she even has the opportunity to provoke a perverted murderer, and she doesn't know whether to be happy or to give herself three sticks of wax.

"Connie, don't worry, I have a few friends who live nearby, and we'll be going out less lately...... The police will also be patrolling outside. "Henry was originally very disdainful of the group of useless patrol police, but the future stepdaughter seems to respect those policemen, and it seems that it will be more reassuring for her to say it?

Connie was moved to send him a grateful look, not to mention the police, the subordinates of the boss of the West District are also very powerful, with black and white protection, it is much better than her staying alone in that strange hospital!

"Thank you, Henry." She thanked her and greeted Henry with a very warm hug.

"Don't be so polite, it's all family."

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, and Sherlock, who didn't feel out of place at all, looked at the scene and stood in place expressionlessly.

Lestrade looked at the family with feeling, and when he looked back, he saw Sherlock's eyes looking at him, and his feet were weak again.

"Now that Connie is home, then I will go back, this case still needs to be investigated, what is the specific problem, Connie, you can talk to Sherlock in detail, we will do our best to catch the people behind the scenes, rest assured." He made a sworn expression, and as soon as he finished speaking, he ran away, not giving Sherlock a chance to taunt at all.

Sherlock didn't look at her at all, only looked at Connie for a moment, then turned and went upstairs, the fluttering scarf slowly ripped off his neck, revealing a slender white neck, and the V-neck shirt exuded a cold breath.

"Come upstairs when you're done, I have something to ask you, and a cup of coffee and two pieces of candy." He said intently.

Henry glanced at this kid dissatisfied, but saw that his daughter was not treated unfairly, and he felt a little unfair in his heart, is it really like what my dear said, Connie's such a good cabbage is about to be arched by Sherlock's pig who doesn't understand feelings?

It's very unpleasant to think about...... It's going to change back to the rhythm of the boss of the West End in minutes!

Connie apparently didn't know that Mrs. Hudson had now taken her man to the ground as she was.

In fact, she felt very comfortable with Sherlock's rude appearance, and if Sherlock was embarrassed to ask you how to speak one day...... She's really going to be scared to pee, right?

Rudeness isn't the scariest, it's abnormality......

Since she couldn't take a shower, Connie washed her face and made coffee and brought it upstairs.

Given that so much has happened today...... She hasn't washed her face since she fell asleep last night ̄_ ̄.

"Sherlock, coffee." She symbolically knocked on the door and pushed it open.

Sherlock would reply with a "please come in" at first, but later she would recognize the person knocking on the door by the sound of the knock, and then she would not pay attention to it, and Connie would learn to be obedient, and they would never lock it anyway, but she would still knock symbolically before entering—as a matter of habit.

Sure enough, Sherlock sat on the couch and read the newspaper.

It's The Times today.

She brought the coffee to him, caught by a bag on the coffee table.

The delicate nose moved slightly, and there was a slight squirm on the slender neck.

What, it smells so good......

Sherlock didn't say thank you, took the coffee and began to take a sip, her turquoise eyes crossed her slightly pale face, the corners of her eyes drooped slightly, and then flattened for a moment, the soft curvature made him look a little more kind for a moment.

Even if it's a micro-expression, he can control it very well.

"Want to eat?"

Connie remembered that she couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and she probably saw it all by Sherlock, and suddenly laughed a little embarrassed.

"Then take it, take it out, I'm not interested." He didn't explain much, just didn't look interested.

Connie glanced at him with some surprise, take-out food?

When is the food available?

She picked up the bag, which was still warm, and with a twinkle in her eyes, she turned to Sherlock, who was now sinking into his own world again, and seemed to be reading the newspaper intently, even the coffee in his hand and not moving.

The whole person is a sculpture in general.

"Is this the food you bought? Then I didn't eat well. Sir hasn't eaten for a long time. She asked, tentatively.

Sherlock didn't look at her.

"It's fine." He only replied with one sentence, and then ignored it.

Connie was silent for a long time, then stood up with the bag and tray: "In this way, I will divide it into two halves, and we will be one and a half." Thank you Sherlock for the porridge, I'll eat it well. There was a brilliant light in her eyes, and it was scorching.

Sherlock remained unmoved, and he didn't look up at Connie as if there was no one in front of him.

Connie didn't get angry in the slightest, and walked out of the room with the bag on her lips with a gentle smile on her lips.

Sherlock has been with her since the wee hours of the morning, where does he have time to go shopping?

If it was takeout he ordered, it was still a possibility.

It's just that when she asked for the second time, he didn't have the slightest refutation of what she said, "This is the food you bought."

When she got to the kitchen, she opened the bag, and there was porridge of very beautiful color, the aroma of which could not be hidden through the lid, and a lot of cereals were added to it.

She happily opened the lid and divided the thing into two portions, and because of the large portions, she simply gave two more portions to Henry and Mrs. Hudson.

The new parents had made it clear that they should not do any housework these days, and that things like meals should be left to Mrs. Hudson.

Connie thought about it and felt that this matter was a bit unreliable. However, there is takeout to order, but it doesn't matter much, it just costs a little money......

After dividing the porridge, she brought it to Sherlock, went downstairs again, and began to eat it quickly!

(ˉ▽ ̄~)Cut~~ Obviously it was given to me on purpose! ~" She whispered happily while eating, she was about to be lost in the taste of this porridge, if she was provided with this kind of porridge every day, it would not be impossible to cut brain tablets......

The sorrow of a foodie.

"Connie, be hungry, the porridge will soon be ready, the doctor said......" Mrs. Hudson came out of the kitchen with her apron on, and when she saw Connie sitting at the table, she thought she was hungry, and at first smell the aroma, her nose moved.

"I'm already drinking porridge, Sherlock bought it." Connie looked back and realized that smoke had begun to rise from the kitchen, which had been silent.

"It's a big portion, so let's eat it too, it tastes good!" She smiled and got up and pulled Mrs. Hudson over.

"What about Henry?"

"Oh, he went to fix the bathroom plumbing, it just exploded." Mrs. Hudson looked happy.

Connie nodded: "Then give him the porridge to warm." ”

Mrs. Hudson also sat down to eat.

In the first bite, he conquered her tongue.

"Oh! Where did Sherlock buy the porridge, it was simply delicious. "Mrs. Hudson tasted the first one and felt something was wrong.

Connie nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I never thought that I could make such a delicious porridge with these ordinary grains." ”

Hearing Connie's words, Mrs. Hudson suddenly glanced at her coldly, and then savored it carefully, and after a few seconds, her palms trembled slightly: "What did Sherlock say?" ”

"Huh?"

"Nothing...... Where did you buy this porridge? ”

"I don't know...... Sherlock said he was going to take out, it should have been takeout......"

The corners of Mrs. Hudson's eyes twitched...... Which porridge shop is so extravagant, not to mention cooking porridge in the soup made from deep-water abalone, and adding top-quality lobster meat to it?

When did London have such a high-level porridge shop, she didn't know?

Speaking of this craft, not to mention the ingredients, even if you give such expensive ingredients as ordinary chefs, you may not be able to make this taste.

looks ordinary, but in fact, I don't know how much work has been put into it.

Shylock...... Hmph, it's very ambitious......

She is yy to yy, but she knows that those are just her own bad tastes, and she really wants to kidnap her family's Xiaokangni?

Hum! ╭(╯^╰)╮Absolute-right-reject-absolute!!

Thinking of someone's wolf ambitions, Mrs. Hudson's brain became bigger and bigger, and her hand movements became more and more fierce, and she didn't care about savoring the taste or anything, and she drank a bowl of porridge with a grunt.

Connie watched Mrs. Hudson's gobbling in amazement, it was so delicious that it made you want to cry!

But isn't this a bit inappropriate......

"Well, it's not bad, but it's just a bowl of porridge, and you'll get tired of eating too much, so Connie will have a good rest after eating, and I'll have a good rest these days." Rather gnashing her teeth, Connie didn't have time to react, and Mrs. Hudson withdrew a little angrily.

Turn around, in a daze.

Well, it's better to drink her porridge obediently ヾ( ̄▽ ̄)bye~bye~

Unbeknownst to everyone, in the bedroom, Mrs. Hudson closed the door, rushed into the bathroom and threw herself into Henry's arms, not caring whether people were sitting in disorder, so she howled, grabbed her collar and cried: "Honey! Sherlock, the old immortal, actually fell in love with our Connie......! ”

Life is full of wonders.

In the hospital, Amanda finally watched the professional cleaning staff she invited clean up the blood on the wall and got off work with a tired body.

At noon, she walked drowsily towards home on a rare sunny day.

"Coming back?" At the door, another key hangs.

A crisp and gentle male voice sounded in the bachelor apartment.

Amanda smiled slightly, leaning into the arms of the oncoming man, with a somewhat shy smile on her face.

"Well, something happened in the hospital, I just finished dealing with it, I'm so tired......" The slightly cool palm touched her stiff neck, the coldness made her shrink slightly, but the corners of her mouth smiled unconsciously.

The man gently massaged her slender neck, as if touching the most perfect work of art, with pity and affection.

"It's so comfortable...... It's still your best. She smiled, got up and put her arms around his neck, her red lips pressed against the thin ones.

"Thank you...... My princess......" The man smiled faintly in a magnetic voice, and the sexiness and the low rubbed against each other, enough to make a woman crazy.

The flaxen eyes were slightly bent, revealing a gentle smile, and the pupils were staring at the shy and smiling face, but the bottom of the eyes was full of indifference and gloom.