There is no saddest thing in the world.

When you think that your little friend is a scandal insulator and you can't find a woman in your life.

You've just had a hard date, and your friends have already "whoosh" to find a girlfriend.

And this female pot friend is still empathetic, has good cooking skills, and can get married in the future.

#默契已有只等领证#

John had to admit that even a kind man like him would inevitably have a hint of jealousy.

However, the hero's act of saving the beauty made Sara feel good about him, and I have to say that she was also painful and happy.

Moreover, the little partner's flirting skills are also beyond his reach.

Connie was obviously angry, and she woke up the next morning to do what she was supposed to do, and the two of them unconsciously kept stuffing dog food into his mouth, John and Sherlock lived on the first floor, and he couldn't even know what Sherlock had done last night.

So, while Connie went to cut the fruit, John decisively learned from his friends: "Sherlock, how did you keep her from being angry?" ”

Sherlock glanced up at John, the fork in his hand being played with like a work of art.

"Who said she wasn't angry." He inserted a piece of apple into his mouth, and the slight coldness made his throat feel much more comfortable.

John narrowed his eyes at him, "It's impossible, then she'll make you breakfast......"

"She is such a person, she is angry, and she will still take care of the people around her." That's it since childhood. Sherlock smiled.

ohgod。

John bit down on his handkerchief and felt his jealousy deepen.

"Why don't I find a Chinese girlfriend too?" He was seriously considering this option.

Sherlock chuckled with a pervasive mockery, "You can try." ”

"Oh! Don't say [I'll hit the wall if you can find it]! "He's also very marketable!

This will be proven in the future.

His market is all for women.

And Sherlock's market is a cute girl.

#人生最遥远的距离莫过如此#

#明明是兄弟市场却截然不同#

Sadly, he stuffed an egg into his mouth, and suddenly there was a call from the kitchen.

"John, can you do me a favor?" It's Connie.

John glanced at Sherlock and gloated as he headed to the kitchen, the aroma darting his fingers before the door could open—even though he had already eaten a sandwich, a hard-boiled egg, and a plate of fresh fruit.

"Oh, what is this? Are you making soup? "It seems to be mixed with a lot of smells, but the aroma can't be denied.

"It's too heavy, and it's a little hot, I'm afraid I'll hit the ground, can John help me?" She smiled sheepishly and pointed to her thin arm.

John hurriedly picked up the pot of soup: "Of course, you can call me at any time if you have any help in the future, and I can help with these heavy tasks." ”

Connie smiled, "Thank you in advance." I think I'm still in need of help in the near future. She winked mischievously and sat down on the table behind John.

John poured a bowl for himself, Connie poured a bowl for himself, and the two of them drank slowly, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little quiet.

After drinking most of the bowl, John realized that the honey was embarrassing.

"Sherlock, won't you have a drink?"

Sherlock looked at Connie without speaking.

Connie glanced up at Sherlock, "Look at what I'm doing, pour it yourself if you want to." ”

Sherlock still looked at Connie, not speaking or moving.

Connie's head was buried even lower......

John: Is "......" a delusion? Why does it seem to be stuffed with another handful of dog food?

After thinking about it, John lowered his head and poured another bowl into the gaze of Sherlock.

Laugh at. Look at this kid is still jealous~

Connie, who was immersed in the soup, was annoyed.

She was so angry last night!

As a result, Sherlock came into the house, hugged her, kissed her, and said sorry, and she was spineless!!

Then Sherlock was gone......

When I woke up this morning, it was still the same.

I feel so angry that I can't do it......

Connie bit her lip and shoved the soup into her mouth.

Suddenly a shadow came overhead, and she looked up to see Sherlock's magnified face, a pair of clear eyes looking at her.

“…… Dry—"

With a "crunch", the person in front of her bit her own spoon, and she ate half of the meat and soup, all of which went into the other person's mouth.

He chewed expressionlessly.

Connie: "......" wink, wink.

John: "......" wink, wink.

Connie's face was like a feverish monkey's buttocks, dyed red for a moment.

"You. You. If you want to eat, pour it yourself, why eat my ......" God knows she wants to laugh and cry, and now she is in such a complicated mood!

"It's too far away to move." He glanced lazily at Connie, "I can't bear to enslave you, so I have to force it." ”

Connie blocked it.

I can't take what you say.

What is slavery? What do you mean ...... "barely?" ”

She raised her eyebrows, and the two of them were very close to each other, and their noses were about to touch.

None of them noticed, and none of them wanted to be reminded.

Sherlock looked at Connie with a thin angry look, like the angry kitten in the comics, and suddenly a smile flashed in her eyes, and she leaned forward, sticking out her tongue and licking her moist lips, the rich smell of flesh and bone rushing into her nose.

"Well, barely." With that, he stepped back into place and licked his mouth.

"Boom"!

Connie felt like she was hooked.

"Boom, boom, boom!!

John felt that he was the real one.

The audience can bear it, but John can't!

John shook off the bowl that had already been visited by the soup three times, and stood up and took his coat.

"You're busy, I'll go to work first......"

#人家也要去见亲亲女友弥补脆弱的小心脏#

A cadre of people at the clinic are waiting for the dog food to be forcibly stuffed today (☆_☆).

Connie came back to her senses and covered her mouth and glared at Sherlock.

He laughed, albeit very lightly: "Why, isn't it normal for a boyfriend and girlfriend to kiss?" ”

yes, it's normal to snap and pop...... But Sherlock......

Connie felt her heart pound when she held a little hand,...... Oh my God, what can I do next? She doesn't have a heart attack.

The hand covering his mouth unconsciously touched the beating heart that could already hear the sound, but saw Sherlock put away his laughter and said from above: "It's not out of luck." ”

Connie: "......"

When the words fell, he also got up.

"Stay home and have a good rest today."

Connie nodded dumbly.

Originally, it was a bit of an eyelid fight, but now I don't feel sleepy.

Looking at Sherlock who suddenly picked up herself, Connie: "?? ”

Sherlock carried the man into the room, covered the quilt and closed the curtains: "Sleep." ”

Connie let out an "oh" and obediently closed her eyes.

- I really didn't fall asleep in five minutes.

Sherlock looked at Connie, who was falling asleep quickly, and the smile in his eyes was retracted, and it was dyed with a touch of solemnity.

After a while, he looked at Connie's sleeping face, got up and walked out of the room.

In the half-open window on the second floor, there was the melodious sound of a violin, and a light rain suddenly fell in the sky.

The weather in London is always like this, and it can change as it says.

The notes hit the ground with the raindrops, each one seemingly dripping with a different sound.

The air currents swirl and the wind direction changes, and suddenly, a special tune is formed.

Connie in her sleep only felt that her body was light and fluttering, but her head was heavy, but for some reason, suddenly the whole person floated up, as if lying on a cloud, facing the bright blue sky, and her whole body seemed to be washed.

Sherlock stood in front of the window with his eyes closed.

He was thinking.

When he thinks, the world is always self-contained.

He was in the memory palace he had built.

"Sherlock?" A voice suddenly appeared in my head.

The notes remain unchanged, not even fluttering. He continued to play the piano, and in the memory palace, he was still the same, but there was one more figure.

That girl, he had tried to construct her face and voice in the memory palace, but never once, it was so vivid.

"Where is this? Library? It's huge. It can't be alien territory, hahahaha......"

A strange voice rang through Sherlock's head.

He frowned. Looking at the girl, she didn't speak.

"Please, you must look like Dabai, I really can't stand an insect." Connie moved down the hallway, praying to herself that no monster would appear.

Sherlock, who had been staring at her, had a flash of clarity in his eyes.

This girl was not created by him, but he was able to hear her inner thoughts, just like God.

But the big white? What is that?

"Or is it still some ownerless palace?" She muttered, looking up, stunned by the majesty of the height.

"Such a building must be man-made by aliens...... this time he said.

Sherlock paused, thinking of someone sleeping downstairs, and strangely felt a strange emotion.

When I opened my eyes, the sound of the violin stopped abruptly.

The little girl in the memory palace also disappeared in an instant.

Sherlock froze, walked downstairs, and pushed open the back door.

The person in the bed was sleeping soundly.

"Alien ......" muttered from his throat.

The corners of the man's mouth curled at the corner of the bed, revealing an extremely subtle smile. 166 Reading Network