Eight hours by plane, arriving in London on time.

Coming out of the airport, Connie saw Mrs. Hudson and Mr. Henry, who greeted them at the door.

Connie was taken aback.

The former subordinates of the boss of the West District, who had monopolized most of the supermarkets at this time, stood in a row, each carrying a bag of vegetables in their hands, and when they saw Connie, they stomped their feet one after another, and a resounding "Welcome back" resounded at the entrance of the airport.

Oh my god, Connie almost got scared to pee.

Facing the fingers of the crowd around her, Connie smiled back with a bright red face: "Thank you." ”

"We arrived early in the morning, and today the uncles in the market have come to pick you up, and they all said they care about you when they hear that you have been kidnapped." Mrs. Hudson was naïve.

Connie's eyes twitched as she looked at Mr. Henry's doting smile and felt a tornado blow through her head.

"Thank you so much." She bowed, but saw that the opposite side was also a ninety-degree bow.

Henry smiled contentedly.

Connie: "......"

"Connie." There was a shout from the side, and Connie looked at it, and it was already Sherlock who had already been beaten next to her.

"It's coming!" Connie nodded at Mrs. Hudson and hurried to Sherlock.

"What is the situation, now, my daughter, Connie Hudson, a beautiful and lovely little girl, who has just escaped from her captors, and who has not seen her for so long, and who has ignored her dear mother without even a hug, can't wait! Ran to that wild man!? Mrs. Hudson held her head and said incredulously, as if she was about to faint in a trance.

Henry hurriedly helped her: "Honey, Connie is just tired and wants to go home, when she gets home, she will give you a hug!" Let's go home first. With that, he helped the people into the car, turned around and waved to a group of younger brothers: "The food will be sent to 221b later, and it will be none of your business." ”

"Yes! Top dog! "Brush and brush.

Frightened passers-by.

A car drove away.

Lestrade was dumbfounded.

"Yo, officer, see if you've been injured for Miss Connie this time, do you want a ride?" I can take you to the police station, just in time to drop by to deliver the food to 221b. "The last little brother came by car, looking at the sluggish Lestrade, although he doesn't like the police, but now he has changed careers to be a good citizen, plus this is the person next to Sherlock, and this time for Connie was implicated again, so the little brother's face is also quite good.

"Thank you." Lestrade nodded, got into the passenger seat, but saw the little brother raise his hand towards him: "Sit back, don't crush my tomatoes." ”

Lestrade: "......"

Connie was so frightened that she forgot to give Hudson a hug, so that Mrs. Hudson was very sad.

Also, Mrs. Hudson and her domineering husband, Mr. Henry, have officially become hostile to Sherlock Holmes.

There are never too many beautiful misunderstandings~

It took a long time for Connie to come to her senses.

Sherlock wasn't as frightened as she was.

The cars arrived at 221b one after another, and everyone retreated one by one after putting down the vegetable bags.

Connie was dumbfounded as she looked at the variety of dishes that filled the living room, almost all of which could go to a small market.

"So many ......" This is enough to catch up with her five or six big purchases!

Henry pointed to the newly purchased double-door refrigerator in the living room.

"It's okay, Connie has suffered so much, she definitely needs to make up for it, it's all their heart."

Connie looked at the refrigerator that was twice as big as the original, stunned, changed the refrigerator?

However, there are so many dishes, even the two refrigerators downstairs can't finish it, and it's okay to say that the vegetables are there, but the meat ......

"Connie doesn't like it? If you want anything else, I'll ask people to buy it right away! Henry said proudly.

Connie hurriedly waved her hand: "No, no, I like it very much!" ”

"Oh?" Seeing Connie's anxious appearance, Henry smiled and patted Connie on the top of the head. "Since you like it so much, then Connie will eat more, and I will let them send more in the future."

Connie: "......"

"Have you had dinner?"

"Ate it on the plane."

Henry and Connie came and went, but Mrs. Hudson didn't say anything.

Connie didn't notice that Mrs. Hudson was wrong at first, and it wasn't until she turned her back and Henry desperately mouthed 'hug-'hug-' that Connie reacted.

He hurriedly gave Mrs. Hudson a big hug.

"I'm worried about you," Mrs. Hudson hugged Connie, her strained face and a smile as bright as a flower, and she looked at her Ana, who had a thumbs up.

Suddenly I was full of pride.

Connie's hands, which were wrapped around her waist, clapped with Henry's outstretched right hand.

Victory is incited in their respective eyes.

"Connie, coffee." The upstairs door opened, and Sherlock was called.

"Okay." Answered. Connie let go of Mrs. Hudson and turned to the kitchen to make coffee.

So, when Sherlock didn't know it, he offended Mrs. Hudson twice and doubled his hatred.

The melodious sound of a violin came from the half-open door, and Connie went up to the second floor with her coffee, pushing open the door to see his back.

Seems to have lost a little weight...?

Yes... It's been a long time since she's been like this, and she suddenly feels so missed.

Connie was immersed in her own feelings, standing at the door with coffee in her hand, staring blankly at the familiar back.

Sure enough, although I don't know, I'm still homesick......

Family?

Connie, does she already think this is home?

"What are you doing?" The violin stopped abruptly, and he turned to look at Connie standing in the doorway.

"Oh," Connie hurriedly took off her shoes and brought the plate in, only to see that a thin layer of ash had accumulated on the coffee table.

"Oh my God!" Connie exclaimed, and circled around.

"I'll bother tomorrow." Sherlock clearly saw why she was shocked.

Connie frowned and opened the door to his room, the smell of dampness blowing in her face, and the sheets didn't get moldy, but they didn't always feel clean.

"I probably can't sleep on the quilt." Connie was a little distressed, and leaned closer to the quilt to smell it, although it was a duvet, but it hadn't been dried for so long, and it was obviously a little sour.

Not to mention Sherlock, she couldn't sleep, and when she thought about her room, her face turned white.

Rushed back to her room to take a look, and sure enough, she slept on a quilt, which was more damp than Sherlock's.

And she doesn't have geothermal yet.

"What's wrong?" Henry heard Connie's movement and ran out to ask.

As soon as he heard the question, he immediately clapped his hands: "Ah! I forgot that I was going to dry the quilt, but don't worry, there is still a quilt at home, and it's new, don't worry......" Connie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, otherwise Sherlock and I would have to sleep on the couch today!" Connie clapped her hands happily.

Henry's face darkened: "It seems that there is only one bed...... What, something went wrong with Sherlock's quilt too? ”

Connie nodded, "Well, it's a bit tidal." ”

"What's the matter with a little moisture, come, I'll change the quilt for you first......" Henry said, a big man, afraid of a little moisture!

Smoke and dry you with burning yang energy in minutes!!

Connie frowned and thought for a moment, "Ah! It's just right to smoke it in the fireplace for a while, or that's it! Connie pulled out the bamboo pole from the warehouse and climbed up to the second floor.

Henry, who had bought a newly bought silk duvet downstairs for the good girl, had a dark face like the bottom of a burnt pot.

"Sherlock......" he gritted his teeth and turned to put the quilt on Connie's bed, and turned back to his room to complain to his dear......

Setting up the shelves and lighting the fireplace, Connie snorted and moved the quilt out.

I have to say that the duvet is a little lighter than the quilt, but the bed can sleep two Sherlock's bigsize.

Finally hanging the quilt flat, Connie gasped for relief.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked curiously.

Connie wiped a handful of sweat: "Drying the quilt, although it's not the sun, the fire is the same, change the new sheets later, and you can sleep." "Fortunately, Sherlock slept on a mattress, and she just needed to change the sheets, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to sleep in the middle of the night.