[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

Newspapers in London are always full of surprises.Catherine had just left the banquet when she received a reminder from an informant on her phone.

Although no newspaper was invited to Sophia's wedding, after all, the boss of the newspaper received an invitation letter.And driven by unknown interests, he has collected first-hand pictures of the wedding, and is going to discuss the serious issues of official-business collusion and dysfunctional functions.

Victoria arranged a wedding with too much pomp and circumstance.Leaving aside the background of the Nolan Manor, Sophia's wedding dress is worth tens of thousands of pounds, and the other common clothes at the wedding are also a lot of money.Not to mention the various other expenses, which are extravagant, and the face is already there, and it remains to be seen whether the lining can be kept.

Catherine sighed, stood at the intersection waiting for the bus, and sent a reply text message by the way.

It's better to suppress this kind of news.It's not that Catherine wants to help Victoria, she just hopes that Sophia's wedding will go smoothly.

Catherine, who was concentrating on the work at hand, did not realize that she was wearing this equally expensive dress and waiting for a bus at a bus stop in London, which also caused a lot of psychological shadow on the pedestrians on the road.

Some passers-by took out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures, and some thought that Catherine was doing performance art and asked for a group photo.Catherine was very embarrassed, but there were no taxis or buses on the road at this time.

It's really frustrating!

Catherine watched in private, deeply lamenting her miscalculation.

Just when she was too disturbed, a small BMW car stopped on the side of the road.Catherine through the tinted window glass.A familiar figure could be vaguely seen inside—it turned out to be Cynthia.

Mycroft's gold-medal secretary rolled down the car window and calmly listened to Catherine jokingly say to her: "Miss Cynthia, are you considering becoming a professional driver?"

"It's not very good to say that..." Cynthia looked at Catherine with a hippie smile, and said helplessly, "Get in the car. I'll see you where you want to go."

Catherine jumped into the car, and Mycroft's thoughtful arrangement made her feel much better.At the same time, Catherine does have some questions that she would like to consult with Cynthia.

"Are you handing over your duties recently? I don't think anyone can replace you in a short time." The name Cynthia may not be the real name of the female secretary. Many people speculate that Cynthia is the pseudonym of a lady from a noble family, but she Which family came from it, but no one has ever been able to give an appropriate answer.

Catherine has done some investigations, but her understanding of Cynthia is only within a certain range, and no matter how specific the information is, it is within the scope of Mycroft's confidentiality.

"Thank you for your compliment. There are still many great people." There was a reason why Cynthia was able to stand out from the candidate list of a group of secretaries.If the average person does not drive a driving recorder and is not a trained driver, it is easy to get lost in the streets and alleys of London.

But this is not the main evidence that shows Cynthia's ability.The female secretary's gestures and gestures showed enough upbringing, and it was difficult to be picky from standing posture to sitting posture.It can be said that Cynthia is perfect except for the bad point of always playing with her mobile phone and ignoring people.

The address of this pet hospital reported by Catherine is damn remote.The reason why Anna fell in love with this hospital was because of its very affordable price.

Catherine had no objection to Anna's choice of this pet hospital, but she had another consideration.

Catherine, the dean of this pet hospital and a part-time veterinarian, knew her. — Mr. Simpson is a rough middle-aged man.He has a strong physique, and he can wear thin clothes in winter and work without turning on the air conditioner.

Catherine had seen Mr. Simpson at work in her early years.Different from his sturdy appearance, he has a gentle heart for all pets.

When Catherine visited many years ago, Simpson was treating a runaway Tibetan mastiff.The Tibetan mastiff is not a common animal in the UK itself, and the average veterinarian may not be able to do anything about it.The more serious problem is that, as a Tibetan mastiff that has always been mixed, apart from being loyal, this dog's appearance is really bad.

But Simpson did not dislike the dog with a broken leg, struggling and dirty body.The veterinarian took great care to secure the dog by virtue of the reminder, making sure it didn't add to the injury it suffered during the struggle.

Then the veterinarian quickly fixed the injured leg of the Tibetan mastiff with a deck, shaved the hair on the wound, and applied ointment.

Catherine was there watching the whole time.This man is a lot like Hagrid the Ranger in Harry Potter, and they have the same attitude towards animals.

"Just get off here." Cynthia's car stopped smoothly outside an alley.

Catherine thanked the female secretary. After all, she was no longer Holmes' secretary, and doing this kind of thing could only be said to be a help, not a duty.

Catherine probably hasn't mentioned another identity of Simpson.The veterinarian was a member of the daredevil's club—he was under William's jurisdiction, which meant he was a psychic.

When Catherine left France, William took Catherine to visit some members of the club.

As a qualified member of the chicken club, there is nothing better than a legendary status as a cover.Catherine became left in her spare time, and William was the owner of the cake shop.

In addition to being a veterinarian, this veterinarian, Simpson, also occasionally helps people see a doctor-the so-called black clinic is nothing more than the one run by Simpson.

The dark alleyway is like a monster's big mouth.Such a clinic in a poor place can actually participate in group buying activities, and it happened to be seen by Anna and placed an order. Thinking about it, I feel drunk.

Catherine lifted the extra-long dress skirt, not caring whether it would stain the skirt, and walked directly into the alley.

Cynthia watched Catherine walk into the alley and drove away.She wasn't worried about whether Catherine would encounter robbery or something like that. After all, Catherine had already gained a foothold in London at this time, and there were very few gray and black things that could hurt her. She was born suitable for such scenes.

This alley at Simpson Veterinary Hospital has a strange rule - no fighting in the alley.Generally, the gangsters on the street will not violate this rule - Dr. Simpson frantically arranged a lot of probes in the alley.Once there is a fight, it will be permanently blacklisted.The gangsters also don't want to be stabbed with a knife next time, and there is not even a place to bandage the wound.

So Catherine's journey went smoothly and safely.Before entering the door, Catherine said hello to the surveillance probe at the door in a good mood, with a sweet and confusing smile.

Standing at the door like a good baby, until the sound of cursing came from inside.Mr. Simpson came over cursing, and the door of the clinic was opened.

Simpson's new look appeared in Catherine's sight.As always slovenly, Catherine lied to Mycroft that she actually liked the Dastardly Club very much.

Because the people in the club are friendly enough to their own kind and interesting enough in their own right.Time seems to have never left a trace on these solitary people with supernatural powers.Catherine grew up and many things changed, but Simpson was still the same, carefree and carefree.

"You are here to bring the little animals home." The sturdy man standing opposite looked Catherine up and down several times.Here I must mention another strange little interest of Simpson: this uncle welcomes all kinds of small animals entering the clinic, and he always strongly recommends pet owners to keep their pets for a period of time when collecting money.

But when pet owners come to pick up their babies, they may have to accept some difficulties.

It was supposed to be Anna who came to pick up the two breads and go home, but Catherine saw the address of the pet hospital before going out. Catherine felt that she had to take the two cat kings home instead of Anna, otherwise Anna might not be able to handle it.

"Yes, my two cats. I was a little worried..." Catherine pointed to the two small animals hanging on Simpson's shoulders.

The two cat kings in the family really deserve to be ever-changing mascots. They look harmonious when they are beside Catherine, and they are also by Anna's side... and now, these two cats are still harmonious when they are lying on Simpson's body.

"Ah! Can you prove that you are their master?" Simpson spread his hands and stared.Ordinary people will definitely be afraid for a while after seeing it, and the timid ones may not even dare to have a pet, and go back directly.

But Catherine has no such concerns.She reached out and grabbed Simpson's outstretched hand-the way to show her identity to another person with abilities is to show her abilities.

Although she said so, when Catherine read what Simpson did before opening the door, she was still a little surprised and depressed: "...Uncle Simpson... If the tail of the bread is bald, I may not be very happy." happy."

Simpson flashed back, lured the two buns to his side, held them in his arms and started tossing their tails.The little animals were quite happy at first, but gradually became unhappy, but so what?Uncle Simpson's girly heart is not easy to parry.

This bad behavior of teasing cats was not terminated until Catherine knocked on the door.

So the two cats that Catherine saw lying on Simpson's shoulders were just an illusion-the black bread and the white bread were clearly grinding their claws on Simpson's clothes.

"You..." Simpson's expression remained unchanged.

But in the next second, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Catherine by the neck, dragging her into the clinic.

Catherine was caught off guard, and before she could cry out, her breathing was blocked.Catherine blushed and was struggling to breathe.

The black bread and the white bread were still conscientious at this time. In short, with the cat's screaming, Catherine's eyes went dark and she lost consciousness.