173 Post-Punk Evil Flower[17]
The palm-sized square box stood out in Connie's slightly pale palm.
Connie opened it and saw a matte velvet black wristband, and a small bridge clock on it.
It's a watch, but it doesn't look like a normal watch.
In the audience, except for Sherlock and Watson, everyone seemed to sigh slightly, as if they were a little relaxed?
"Thank you." As far as Connie herself is concerned, she does like this simple and elegant style, and although the watch looks understated, it belongs to the kind of texture that has connotation.
Estimated not cheap.
Although Connie is not in the habit of carrying a watch.
Not only watches, but as long as it is jewelry, she doesn't like to wear it on her body.
Sherlock nodded, knowing she liked it, and didn't say anything.
From an outsider's point of view, this reaction is a little flat.
Lestrade took a sip of his wine glass: "Oh, are couples like this now?" โ
Mycroft's eyes wandered over the watch for a moment.
Watson pushed Les Trader's arm and whispered in his ear, "That watch, Sherlock has an identical ...... on his left hand" He had seen Sherlock several times when he knew him, and this kid often looked at watches. But he couldn't tell what the brand was.
Lestrade craned his neck and strained to look at Sherlock's left hand.
Mycroft clearly didn't miss it, his ears were always bright enough to hear things he shouldn't.
"It was a watch that Sherlock had made himself when he was sixteen, with his personal satellite connected to it." The big brother obviously likes to run wild on the road to death.
Alexander reacted: "The one you bought for him at the age of ten?" โ
McCroft shook his head: "The one he made himself at twelve." โ
Nina suddenly smiled with a rippling face: "It seems that I can still see my wish come true in my lifetime." โ
The inexplicable conversation of several people made the rest of the people misty.
Connie looked at Nina and subconsciously asked, "What wish?" โ
"One of the sons can start a family, and the Sherlock Holmes family will not be desperate." She smiled kindly, and said such frightening words with a flat face.
Mycroft waved his hand absentmindedly: "Oh! Mom, it's not like that, you have to know that there are many ways to ...... in this world."
Nina waved her hand with disgust to block the eldest son's continuation: "Your younger brother has found a wife, why are you still single?" Shame or not. โ
As the saying goes, today is no better than yesterday.
Mycroft was never treated this way at home, until Sherlock found a girlfriend.
"Okay, the banquet has begun, today should be a happy day." After accepting the gift, Mrs. Hudson came up and changed the subject with a kind face.
Connie smiled, watching Sherlock stare at her, but took off her watch and put it on her left hand.
Unexpectedly very good for her skin.
"Thank you, I love it." Connie walked up to Sherlock and smiled softly at him.
It's rare for a boyfriend to be so sense, and he also gave a birthday gift.
Sherlock was a little surprised to see her so happy, but he didn't say anything, and put his arm around Connie and gently dropped a kiss on her forehead.
"I think that's a reminder that you need to continue your studies next."
Connie: "......"
What was she just touching?
Watson and Lestrade: "......" suddenly became less envious.
Jasmine and Kim walked up and stood across from them.
Connie immediately felt it, and the cheetah-like gaze stared at her as if it was going to eat her.
Connie looked up and met a pair of pale blue eyes.
Sherlock, Kim, Jasmine, and Connie stood in a row, which was actually a slightly steep i-fi signal, and at this time Connie looked up, in Sherlock's arms, only feeling that she was short enough to be trampled to death.
"Hi, Sherlock." Jasmine said hello and looked at Sherlock.
Sherlock looked at her and nodded, his gaze sweeping over Kim.
"This is my boyfriend, Kim. Kim, this is my colleague, Sherlock. Jasmine introduced, and after a while, Jin stretched out his hand, and his slender and white palm was in the air, looking very gentlemanly.
Sherlock didn't hold it, and the eyes of the two met in the air, quite a bit of sparks.
Connie looked at Kim and then at Sherlock, wondering if they saw anything coming from.
"Well, have fun, everybody." Connie lifted the awkward atmosphere, and under the gaze of the two, she said hello and pulled Sherlock to McCroft's side.
"I think he could be Moriarty." Connie whispered in Sherlock's ear, observing his reaction.
Sherlock paused and looked at Connie, "Maybe?" โ
"You have amnesia?" He then asked.
Connie was no longer surprised, at first glance at his intelligence.
"Well, remember something...... But the information about him, it seems...... It's like it's been deleted. "Obviously, even if you can't remember being kidnapped before, you should have it in the memory of your previous life, after all, your appearance is the same.
She can only attribute the change to that strange coma, and to that strange woman.
Sherlock nodded, "I know." โ
Connie was stunned: "You know? โ
Sherlock played with her slender fingers, slender fingers entwined one by one, ten fingers entwined.
"Yes."
Feelings have long been seen?
Connie was frustrated: "Then you still react to this?" โ
Sherlock chuckled, a magnetic voice rubbing down his throat.
โitโsokใโ He pinched the back of Connie's palm and sat on the couch around Connie, smelling her faint scent.
Watson, who had just sat down: "...... I knew what to do and called Sarah......"
"You can break up, I think she's cheating on you right now." Sherlock was greeted by a basin of cold water.
Mycroft, who was next to him, also answered: "Anicia, Preparatory Town, No. 155 Qingwu Street." โ
As soon as you hear it, it's an address.
At that moment, Watson's whole person was confused.
Sarah, cheating?
This must be a joke.
Sherlock didn't even have to look at Watson to know what was going on in his head at this moment.
"If you don't believe it, you can call and ask, I think you just need to ask, and she can break up with you logically." Yes, even if the girlfriend cheats, she is still the one who was broken up.
Connie thinks that John's friend is a little miserable, but thinks about Sherlock's words and Watson's words...... Maybe there really will be this reaction.
At this moment, Connie thought of Watson's official match, who seemed to be an agent named ...... Mary's?
Although Peanut is pure in nature, it always seems to be attracted to the kind of woman with a sense of mystery and danger.
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After all, the pure little sheep was led onto the road of **.
Otherwise, he will be able to struggle for a while longer.
The wheezing sound on the other end of the phone seemed to confirm what the Holmes brothers had said.
"John, I want to ......"
John bowed his head in embarrassment: "I know, Sarah. Let's break up. โ
Lestrade looked at Watson, who had the same grievances as himself, sighed, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Brother, mourn."
Mycroft held a piece of cake in his hand: "Ell, die early and live early." โ
Sherlock didn't retort this time: "So starting tomorrow, you can continue to work on the case." โ
"But it's rare that you can actually say the breakup yourself."
Connie patted his chest, "Say less." โ
Being so stimulated by these two brothers that they couldn't say a word to break up, it was simply ...... Connie silently swallowed back the adjective that appeared in her mind.
"Come, John, get drunk and relieve a thousand sorrows!" Connie broke off a glass of wine and gave it to John, and touched the glass with him, and the cocktail in the glass was so sweet that Connie drank it in less than two sips.
"There is no grass at the end of the world, why bother to love a flower. This can only mean that your destined love has not yet arrived! Come on! The straightforward words gave John strength, and he seemed very positive in the midst of the ridicule of others.
Although he didn't understand the first half of the sentence at all.
"Thanks, Connie......" John swallowed.
Connie smiled, and before she could speak, she was fished back by Sherlock.
"It's wine." He frowned, Connie felt her face was hot, and smiled, "It's just a cocktail, I won't get drunk, I won't pour a ......" She burped, and her mouth was full of oranges.
"But I didn't know the cocktail was so delicious......"
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Sherlock looked at her, a smile flashing across his eyes.
Connie was about to speak, but felt that the person in front of her seemed to have become two.
"Huh?" How can there be two Sherlocks?
Shaking her head, Connie reached out and grabbed the face in front of her, rubbing and rubbing.
"Strange...... Do I have glaucoma? Young ......"
The head seemed to be groggy, Connie clapped her hands, and there seemed to be a slippery feeling in the softness of the touch, and before she could tell what it was, she fell on Sherlock's chest in the next second.
The man in a suit licked the cocktail on his hand and smiled lightly: "It's delicious." โ
Hints of orange.
Mycroft sat on the side and said something in Chinese: "Clothed beasts." โ
Sherlock replied in Chinese without changing his face: "Single dog." โ
The three surrounding people were immediately hit by arrows.
Holding the smaller Connie in her arms, Sherlock got up and went into the bedroom, took off Connie's shoes, laid her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed and watched her quietly. 166 Reading Network