Connie never thought she would be Sherlock Holmes's [object], just as she didn't expect to fall into this world for no reason, but she never had any sense of mission for herself, and she was very practical, so after seeing that post, she thought that Sherlock did like her a little......

So, this brings up another very critical issue.

Why does Sherlock "like" her?

You must know that this kind of liking is not just the love for the little sister, but the ...... of men to women Although Connie knew that Sherlock would never be a pedophile, she felt that this was the only one that she could accept the most, after all, she was only a 13-year-old now, and compared to foreign children who □□ kissing and hugging in their teens, her appearance was really not up to the horse.

This has led her to reflect and examine herself.

#论我自己身上的优点#

Can cook some food, clean the house, helpful, sensible and well-behaved, hard-working, and extremely smart.

Meals are skills that have been honed since they came here, after all, Mrs. Hudson is always wreaking havoc in the kitchen, and they can't afford to eat takeout - and more importantly, the food in Britain is really a lot worse than it is back home...... The cleaning was done because Mrs. Hudson had adopted her, and she couldn't do it for the old man to do it, even if the old man would always only be dusting the feathers.

As for the other advantages, they are all comments given to her by neighbors.

After pondering for a while, Connie raised her eyebrows very unacceptably: "Could it be that my excellent traditional virtues in Great China attracted Sherlock?" ”

#不知道为什么突然觉得有点方#

"What are you doing?" At some point, the sound of running water had stopped, and Sherlock came out with a bath towel around him, his dripping chest out, and his wet curls were thrown by him, and a few drops of water splashed on Connie's face.

"Huh? ......" Connie looked up stupidly, feeling in her heart, fortunately, the phone in her hand was put back early.

Sherlock glanced at her and picked up his phone on the side.

"Seen it?" He chuckled, a low laugh with a faint tremor.

“…… Not. She felt like she could still struggle.

Raised eyebrows: "Lying? ”

“…… Well. ”

"Good girl." He touched Connie's forehead and complimented.

Connie glanced at Sherlock with a red face and immediately ran out of the room.

There was a chuckle from the lightly closed door, and the little girl outside the door, with a red face, held her forehead and made a muffled sound.

Connie had a sleepless night.

When it was slightly bright, she was pulled up by the movement in the living room, and she thought it was Sherlock getting up to drink coffee, but as soon as she left the room, Connie fell and ate.

When I got up, I saw a man lying at the door of his room.

If it weren't for the sharp eyes recognizing this face-down friend, Connie would probably scream in fright.

"I'm dying of thirst...... Get some water! There was a shout behind her, and Connie looked back to see Christina on the couch, and it was Lucia lying on the carpet beneath her feet.

Connie was a little thoughtful and terrified.

"Jingle bell" sounded, Connie hurriedly ran over, but saw Philomena, whose clothes were half-faded, leaning against the water platform with her upper body and drinking water from the faucet.

#简直惨不忍睹#

Connie poured her a glass of warm water, turned off the faucet, and pulled the person into her room, where there was obviously no room outside, otherwise R would not have slept in her doorway.

"Huh? Connie? Long time no see? "Philomena basically can't walk in a straight line, and at this moment watching Connie smirk and still shake her head, it's just stupid.

Connie sighed helplessly, shaking her head away from Philomena's mouthful full of wine, what the hell did they do last night!

After finally soothing Philomena to fall asleep on the bed, as soon as she opened the door, her right foot was hugged by R before she stepped out, and she squatted down heartily as she looked at Connie, who was sleeping soundly with her head resting on her instep.

However, that doesn't mean she can pull up R.

Philomena was a little bit of a princess, a little heavier than her, but she was still able to stand up on her own.

This one on the ground is obviously asleep......

After breaking free for a long time, Connie had no hope of success, so she sat down and leaned directly against the door, she bowed her head in frustration, and suddenly remembered that such a movement should wake Sherlock, but the closed door seemed to show no sign of opening?

She hesitated and screamed.

"Sherlock?"

"Sherlock!"

There was no echo from "......".

#算了她还是先坐着吧. ＃

Bowing her head and sighing deeply, Connie leaned on the threshold wrapped in pajamas, but she didn't expect that the sleepiness that hadn't come all night would come so slowly, looking at the two people who fell asleep in the living room, Connie suddenly felt that her eyelids were a little heavy, and before she had time to think about anything, she leaned directly on the door frame and closed her eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

The room on the opposite side was empty.

At the central airport of Myanmar, Reistrade got off the plane alone with his luggage, he received a call from Sherlock yesterday and then received a direct order from Mycroft, so in the evening, he left his wife and came to Myanmar.

In front of the palatial hotel, he saw Sherlock in a trench coat sitting in the lobby reading the newspaper through the glass door. The waiter at the door walked in with his luggage, and Lestrade followed, sighed at the hotel's tyrant and walked up to Sherlock.

"You're waiting for me here?" He asked, and saw Sherlock behind the newspaper, his eyes clear and focused, but there was a faint blue-black underneath them.

"You haven't slept all night?" He sighed, although he didn't know what kind of case Sherlock had come to handle, but the fact that he was transnational was enough to make him feel troublesome.

You must know that any case, as long as it involves diplomatic relations, will be complicated formalities and negotiations, and Sherlock has obviously called him here for the purpose of dealing with those trivial matters that he has no time to pay attention to.

"Hmm." He nodded, picked up his coffee and took a sip.

Pointing to the sofa opposite: "It's for you." ”

Lestrade's eyes widened, and he sat down on the couch in flattery.

"Here, for me?"

Sherlock bowed.

Lestrade was so excited that he seemed to faint.

"There's no need to make such a fuss, Lestrade, it's just breakfast." Sherlock spoke in a tone of impatience, as always.

This made Lestrade breathe a sigh of relief, but still felt a little abrupt.

It's not a dream, is it?

"Where's Connie? I heard that she also came to Myanmar to play, haven't you met? Lestrade just asked casually.

"Oh, she's sleeping upstairs." Sherlock's answer almost made him squirt.

This unexpected surprise that appeared unexpectedly.

"Oh, yes, she and her friends also stay at this hotel?" That's a coincidence.

"Well, she lives with me." Sherlock nodded and urged, "Hurry up and eat, go up and prepare when you're done." "It's the rhythm of chasing the case.

Lestrade nodded: "I haven't che yet." Why don't you go up first? ”

Sherlock glanced at him, not knowing what to think: "Just stay with us, it's more convenient." ”

There is no need to spend extra money to go to the leader for reimbursement later, and Lestrade is still very satisfied, so he nodded and sped up the meal, and after five minutes, the plate was gone.

He wiped his mouth and got up, "Let's go." ”

"Wait a minute." Sherlock put down the newspaper and waved, and a waiter came over with a bag that seemed to contain something hot.

I saw Sherlock carrying the paper bag and walking first to the stairs.

Lestrade suddenly had the idea that this kid brought breakfast for Connie and left one for him by the way, which was not the same as "ordering a breakfast for him".

Tilting his head, Lestrade had a premonition that something was not quite right, what was this inexplicable feeling...... How do you feel weird?

The door card was swiped with the door lock, and the white door opened inside, and there was a ...... The mess appeared in front of you.

"......" Sherlock frowned deeply.

"......" Reestrade felt a little spicy.

I saw two girls, one occupying the sofa and the other occupying the carpet, looking to the side, a little black girl was sleeping soundly on one leg, and the little girl who was on the lap was Connie.

"Living together? What were you talking about? Lestrade looked at Sherlock emphatically.

Anyway, it's weird that an adult man lives with four girls.

Sherlock stepped into the room with his long legs, the bag was thrown on the coffee table, he strode to Connie's room, and saw the thin little man wrapped in pajamas, as if he was frozen, and sneezed in his sleep, and suddenly a pair of eyes sank.

“……”

Lestrade watched as Sherlock pulled the little black girl's arm away, tossed her aside, and picked up Connie, and suddenly couldn't bear to look at her.

"Water ......" There was a cry in the room, Sherlock glanced inside, and went directly to his room with Connie in his arms, his eyes staring at her slightly frowning brow, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth gradually pulled into a straight line.

Lestrade glanced in quietly and bowed his head in silence.

It wasn't four, but five......

He's old and doesn't understand today's young people.

Pulling the little girl on the floor to the carpet as well, Lestrade sighed softly and sat down silently on the single sofa. 166 Reading Network