Big dreams come suddenly.

Connie dreamed that she had become a floating tea egg, and was about to bite down herself, when suddenly a pain hit her.

She woke up.

It's really that I was woken up by myself.

Standing up and glancing at the mark on her hand, Connie breathed a sigh of relief and licked the saliva that was about to flow from the corners of her mouth in the dim light.

Unpromising.

Connie secretly cursed herself in her heart, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

A soft blanket rests on a wooden board and a pair of men's slippers rests on it.

This is Sherlock's room.

Connie was stunned and stared blankly at the furnishings around her...... What, how did she get to Sherlock's room? Still sleeping in his bed?

The memory slowly came back to the cocktail.

Connie let out a low howl.

Is she really, just so, a cup poured?

Unbelievable.

#这绝对是一个惊天阴谋#

The girl refuses to recognize her true amount of alcohol.

Stepping on her large men's slippers, Connie opened the door to her bedroom.

On the couch, Mycroft and John were hugging each other, and they were sleeping on the couch where they could barely sit down for three people.

“……”

Connie's steps paused.

After a while, I consciously took two steps back, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and took a full-body photo and a close-up photo.

"Sherlock's phone pixels, it's ......just different," underestimated, Connie took the phone in her hand and walked down the stairs.

There is no one on the first floor.

Connie saw the sticker on the refrigerator under the turned light.

After reading the note left by Mrs. Hudson, Connie numbly accepted the news that her parents had been abducted to Sweden by her boyfriend's parents.

Why Sweden?

It's really an unsolvable mystery.

Going to buy a watch?

"That's Switzerland, not Sweden. I think your geography needs to be patched up. There was a soft grunt behind her, and Connie turned her head to see Sherlock in a coat, who had opened the door and walked in.

Connie paused, shamefully unretorted.

Why did she just say it!!

"You've spoken out. You know it's a waste of time. His tone sounded under-beaten and arrogant.

And with a touch of joy.

Connie pursed her lips, "Are they all gone?" ”

Sherlock nodded, "Of course, it's already three o'clock in the morning." ”

Connie lit up her phone, and the page was showing 3:23.

She nodded, then looked at Sherlock suspiciously.

There was a wet and watery feeling in his curly hair, and there was a word all over his body, cold.

"Where have you been?" She asked.

Sherlock said lightly: "Send off." ”

Connie suddenly became excited: "Mo ...... Mo ......"

“riarty.” He spoke, his eyes fixed on Connie's face, moving slightly.

"You don't have to be so scared of him." The king's domineering spirit is as confident as a mystery.

Connie fell silent.

It seems that in the end, it was indeed this man who did Moriarty......

"What are you thinking?" The strange voice twists and turns.

Connie woke up and shook her head: "It's okay, let's rest, it's late." ”

Sherlock walked over with a look of disobedience: "Okay. It's been really boring lately. ”

Connie watched as he picked herself up and silently didn't speak.

They all confronted Moriarty and said they were bored.

It's not about going to heaven or doing things.

Sherlock's hands covered her glasses, and Connie's eyelashes moved.

"......" didn't know what to say.

Suddenly there was a rush of warmth behind him.

The hand in front of her let go, and Connie looked up, just touching his pointed chin.

"...... "Is this using her as a humanoid crutch?"

Looking at the hands covered by her waist, Connie rarely bumped into the deer in her heart, and reacted again.

What is Sherlock going to do?

A sense of crisis came to mind.

"What's wrong?" She asked, trying to turn around to look at someone, but was turned over by a hand.

Sherlock wrapped his fingers between Connie's chin and eased his fingers, the touch of his hand making him squint.

"Go to bed, don't you want to rest?"

Connie nodded blankly, and was about to react that something was wrong, and as soon as her waist tightened, the whole person was picked up.

“？？？”

How often did Sherlock show tenderness today?

Sick?

"Yes, I have a disease called love."

Shylock...... Of course, it is impossible to say such a sick thing.

But such a brain supplement suddenly appeared in Connie's mind, and with Sherlock's face paralyzed just a stone's throw away, Connie suddenly felt a kind of malice in the world.

No, the style of painting should be serious.

Sherlock seemed to realize something, and turned his head, a pair of eyes drifting coldly at Connie.

Connie slipped her phone into Sherlock's pocket, wrapping her hand around Sherlock's neck.

I didn't seem to know what to say for a while.

After a few steps, the two entered the room.

But Connie felt that these few steps of stairs were farther than the way she went to the street to buy groceries in the winter.

“……”

“……”

"One more drink......" McCroft muttered suddenly.

“sarah…… Why ......" This is John, who is still hurt by love.

“……”

“……”

The person next to him seemed to have a trace of disdainful cold air?

Connie moved her nose and watched Sherlock walk intently to the door, and was about to reach out to push it open when a chuckle came from behind her.

"Yo...... Our younger brother is finally going to have a spring supper with a beauty. ”

“……”

In silence, Connie turned her head and saw Mycroft slumped on the couch, looking at the two of them with a look of fascination.

There was no movement from the male pot friend next to him.

But Connie just knew.

This big brother is going to suffer.

"This is going to do something...... Connie snorted, and an OS came out of her mind.

Sherlock pushed open the door without changing his face, placing Connie on the bed.

"Sleep well." Facing the appearance of his little girlfriend probing his brain, Sherlock reached out and flicked her forehead, and said in a low voice.

Connie nodded, looking at the light in Sherlock's curly hair, and suddenly laughed.

"Okay." She smiled very sweetly, her cheekbones bulged unconsciously, the corners of her mouth rose, she bit her lip, and hid under the covers.

A pair of clear eyes were revealed, with a little bit of sweetness.

It's just a moment, and it's covered up by the laziness in her eyes.

"Good night." She whispered.

Like a feather swept over his heart.

"Good night." He spoke, looking at Connie with smug eyes, and suddenly the corners of his mouth lifted.

Stunned Connie.

Bow your head and touch her forehead lightly.

He turned off the lights and went out the door.

Silence.

There was silence.

"Boom".

There was a sound of kicking the quilt in the air.

A shadow flashed in the darkness, and Connie quickly sat up, pulling the quilt and retracting into the quilt, only this time, the whole person was retracted into the quilt.

However, this does not change the fact that she blushes into a monkey's ass.

Her pale complexion and weak constitution can't change her current "blush bug".

"Oh Mo oh Mo, I'm crazy......" she muttered, and suddenly there was movement outside the door.

She fell silent, stiffening herself to listen to the movement outside.

There was still silence.

It was as if the movement just now was just her illusion.

After a pause, Connie popped up half of her head, lay quietly on the pillow, closed her eyes, and breathed slowly, as if she could see his clear face as soon as she closed her eyes.

With a shy smile, she drifted off to sleep.

It's late at night.

Outside the door, the two big men were miserable. 166 Reading Network