[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Another dessert shop opened on Baker Street, and the owner of the dessert shop became Sherlock's girlfriend again. This incident is really amazing. Many people, including Mrs. Hudson, think that Sherlock likes it very much. This one.

When Mrs. Hudson knew that the owner of the dessert shop had the same name as Wensty, she looked at Wensty with a different emotion. She seemed to have something to say to Wensty, but look at Xia Locke's face swallowed the words again.

"Mrs. Hudson, if you keep looking like you want to throw up, you should go back and take some medicine." Sherlock said to Mrs. Hudson.

"Irreverent boy!"

Mrs. Hudson scolded Sherlock and went downstairs.

"What are you thinking?" Sherlock found that Winsty was staring at Mrs. Hudson's back in a daze, and walked in front of her to block Mrs. Hudson's leaving back.

"I always find the way Mrs. Hudson looks at me... weird."

Mixed with pity and sympathy, there are some unspeakable emotions.

"It's normal. John moved in a long time after you left. Mrs. Hudson always thought John and I were a couple."

Sherlock rolled a noble and elegant eye. Mrs. Hudson always guessed wildly, and she didn't guess right.

Yeah?Winsty felt that things were not that simple.

However, there is something particularly interesting in Sherlock's words.

She suppressed a smile: "Then you and John are a couple?"

In fact, Winsty is no stranger to John Watson. She has long known that Sherlock will make this friend, and they will even go to China together. During the days when she turned into a butterfly, she also found that Sherlock The friend she found was, as she said, upright, honest, and kind. John would not be jealous of Sherlock's intelligence, and he had a passion for adventure—but sometimes she wondered if the two were really a couple. ?

The third uncle had told her about this possibility when she came here, if Sherlock had someone else by his side, what would she do?

"Such an obvious thing," Sherlock pouted dissatisfiedly. He approached her step by step and forced her to sit on the sofa. "Do you still need to ask?"

He looked down at her condescendingly.

Winsty wanted to tell him that if anything was obvious, he and John could easily be misunderstood.

But she didn't say what she wanted to say.

Sherlock leaned down, supported the back of the sofa with one hand, imprisoned her in the small sofa, gently pinched her small chin with one hand, and kissed her.

Compared with words, he is more used to telling his girlfriend who likes to think wildly with actions.

Wensty hugged Sherlock's waist, and the warm breath of the two blended together.

"Oh! No intention to disturb, sorry."

Sherlock and Winsty forgot that the door of the apartment was not closed, so John saw this scene without any precautions. He stood at the door, a little at a loss.

Wensty pushed Sherlock away blushing a bit. Sherlock, whose kiss was interrupted, had a bad expression when he saw John.

"John, do not see evil," Sherlock said.

"I didn't mean to look at it, but the door was always open," John pointed to the door, and then waved to Winsty, "Hello."

"Hello, you have something to do with Sherlock. Sit down first, and I'll make coffee." Winsty got up from the sofa.

John hurriedly interrupted her: "No need, Lestrade said that there is a case, and Sherlock and I need to look at it."

"The case," Charlotte raised her eyebrows, "Why didn't Lestrade come and tell me directly, but relayed it through you?"

He didn't believe John's nonsense.

"Comeon, Sherlock, how many calls and text messages has Lestrade called and sent to you in the past few days, do you care about him?"

Sherlock lowered his eyes and thought about it. He really didn't pay attention to Lestrade. To be more precise, not only Lestrade, he didn't pay attention to anyone he classified as "idlers".

Except for Winsty, everyone else was classified as "Idlers", including John in front of him.

"Since he wants to inform you through me, it means that this case is quite urgent, why don't we go to Scotland Yard now?" John looked unnaturally stared at by Sherlock.

Sherlock was silent for a while: "Alright."

He picked up his and Winsty's coats from the hanger: "Let's go, and we can go to the newly opened restaurant next to Scotland Yard for dinner."

Wensty didn't move. From the first time she saw John today, she noticed that there was something wrong with him. When he spoke, he always looked at her intentionally or unintentionally, with the same emotion as Mrs. Hudson in his eyes.

John heard Sherlock's words and said hastily, "Lestrade only lets the two of us pass."

Sherlock turned to him, with "do you think I believe your bullshit" written all over his face.

"Then you go," Winsty pulled his coat out of Sherlock's arm, "I think only the two of you can handle this case."

John nodded approvingly.

"Then John can go alone. Since Lestrade is looking for him, it means that John can handle this case by himself."

John's face hardened.

"Sherlock!" he shouted helplessly, "this matter is very important."

"Then the three of us will go together."

"I don't have time to go with you. I have to go to the supermarket in the afternoon to buy ingredients."

"It's the supermarket again?" Sherlock frowned tightly, he couldn't forget what happened after someone went to the supermarket last time.

Supermarket, a dangerous place.

When John heard Sherlock say, "I'll go to the supermarket with you," he rolled his eyes. When did this person become so clingy?

"No, you have to go with John to handle the case, pick me up at the shopping mall after the case is over, and let's go to my favorite restaurant together. I guarantee that there will be no accidents this time."

Sherlock and John went out after Winsty held up four fingers and swore that she would not run away, and sent him a message when she received leaflets and other things.

When the two of them walked to the corner of Baker Street, Sherlock said to John, "I'll give you three minutes to explain why you're here."

Don't tell him about Lestrade or murder, he doesn't believe a word of it.

"I think I made it pretty well," John muttered.

"You're so close to having an 'I'm lying' plaque around your neck." Sherlock dismissed John's self-pity.

"I can't finish talking in 3 minutes," John cleared his throat, "I think I have to talk to you about this matter."

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Winsty went out an hour after John and Sherlock left, and she hailed a taxi and went straight to the supermarket.

Oh, and the London cabs, it seemed, had taken a liking to her.

Wensti was originally pushing the shopping cart and looking for what she needed in the supermarket with leisurely steps, but her intuition told her that the salesperson in this supermarket didn't seem to be that simple.

There is a "salesperson" who has been following her.

She didn't make sure at first, but just pretended to leave something behind. When she was pushing the shopping cart back, she bumped into the "salesperson" and met each other. Although the "salesperson" lowered the brim of his hat on purpose, she still recognized it. Out of the "salesperson" identity.

The "salesperson" didn't panic at all, and walked past Wensty.

Wensty stopped her: "Hello."

She turned around and saw a pair of questioning eyes.

"I want to ask where is the whole wheat toast?"

"over there."

The "salesperson" pointed in one direction. In fact, she didn't know where the whole wheat toast was. After all, she was not a real salesperson.

According to the normal process, Wensty should thank her, and then push the shopping cart to find whole wheat toast at the place she pointed, but the "salesperson" found that there was a hint of twitch in the pair of black eyes looking at her. A smile that pushed away the clouds.

The "salesperson" looked into Wensty's shopping cart: "You've got the whole wheat toast."

"So you haven't taken off your hat yet?" Winsty looked at her and called out her last name, "Miss Adler."

The "salesperson" was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect that she would recognize him, and then took off his hat, revealing fluffy blond hair and a charming face.

The "sadist queen" who once stirred up the situation appeared in front of Wensty wearing an uncommon salesperson's uniform.

"This outfit still doesn't suit you very well," Wensty said.

"I agree with you, I'm more suitable for the emperor's new clothes," Irene smiled, her eyes were full of meaning, "Excuse me, I would like to buy you a cup of coffee."

There is a coffee shop on the next floor of the supermarket, the decoration inside is very French romantic style, and the dark green signboard says "L'Amant".

Wensty and Irene sat on the innermost floor of the coffee shop. When the waiter brought the coffee, he looked at the two beautiful ladies with ambiguous eyes.

"L'Amant," said Irene languidly and charmingly in French, "do you know what that word means?"

"Lover," Winsty replied.

That's why the waiter's eyes were so ambiguous just now. The customers who walked into this cafe were obviously lovers who joined the team.

Erin stirred the coffee and asked, "How did you recognize me?"

Wensti looked at her hands: "Supermarket employees should not be allowed to wear nail polish."

Irene's bright red nail polish was illuminated by the smoky purple lights in the coffee shop, creating a hazy feeling, as if a layer of tulle was covering her hands.

"So that's the case," Irene smiled. "It really is Sherlock Holmes' girlfriend. Tell me, what else can you read from me?"

"If you came looking for me on purpose, you wouldn't ignore the fact that you need to remove the nail polish. You should have happened to be in the supermarket and found me in the supermarket, so you just pretended to pretend. I'm not Sherlock, so I just Can see that."

"Do you believe that there are such coincidences in the world?"

Erin picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"I've had better luck."

"Don't you wonder why I pretend to follow you?"

"Sherlock," Wensty said, "there is only one intersection between the two of us. You are curious about me because of him."

"Correct, I want to see what kind of girl Sherlock will choose to be his L'Amant."

There was a faint smile on Irene's face, she leaned back in her chair, like a charming and lazy arctic fox, her eyes scanned Wensty's face, and said: "I don't know whether he intended it or not. You are too much like his previous girlfriend. The name, hair and eye color are all the same. You are also a dessert chef, and his previous girlfriend is also a dessert chef."

"Really?" Wensty took a sip of coffee and smiled at Irene.

"I haven't seen his former girlfriend with my own eyes, but I have seen her picture in his wallet and heard him describe her. You are exactly like her."

"That's really a coincidence."

Irene stared at the woman opposite, Wensty looked calm, and she put an extra piece of sugar in her coffee.

This is the first communication between two people.

Irene was surprised when she heard that Sherlock had a new girlfriend. The man wrote the word "deceased wife" behind the photo of his ex-girlfriend. I once suspected that he would die alone with the remembrance of the past, how could he have a new girlfriend?

"I investigated you, and when I found out that you have the same name as her, you have the same occupation, and the color of your pupils and hair is also the same as hers, I speculated that you should be a tool that Mycroft specially trained for him," Erin Frankly admitted to the investigation of Wensty, "But I saw you today, I think I still underestimated him, how could he not see your disguise. There are no two identical butterflies in the world, my judgment tells Me, you are her. But, you should have passed away. "

"Miss Adler, you should have passed away too."

This sentence is like a dragonfly touching water, ripples appear on the surface of the lake.

Irene understood, Wensty didn't say whether her judgment was correct, but answered her question.

Coincidentally, there were two people who should have passed away sitting in this coffee shop.

Wensty's shopping trip was interrupted by Irene, the conversation didn't take much time, the coffee was boiling hot, Wensty bid farewell to Irene before she finished her coffee, and Eileen didn't keep her, the two of them were not Friends, there is nothing to talk about.

Irene watched the back of her leaving and suddenly had an interesting idea in her heart. She sent a message to the curly-haired man on the other end who was also drinking coffee: I like your girlfriend.

Going out, the sun is bright, and a charming and charming woman like her will be looked at by others a few times wherever she goes.

"Miss, can I buy you a cup of coffee?" A man with a pair of caramel eyes stepped forward.

Erin glanced at him, but didn't explain that she just came out of the coffee shop.

"Okay," she replied.

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