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

Apart from them, Debbie hated Wensty, which probably wasn't noticed by the entire Adams family.

When Debbie was selected as the nanny of the Adams family, Wensty was only three years old. When she took care of Pugsley, Wensty was by her side. At that time, Debbie's goal was very clear. Mistress of the old castle, this young girl is ambitious.

Debbie's goal at the beginning was on Gomez. She saw Clark Gable's demeanor in this mustache man. He was wearing a black velvet suit and smoking an antique pipe. prodigal son.

But Gomez's career in love affairs ended the moment he opened the coffin and saw Morticia. He completely fell in love with Morticia's strange beauty of death, like a dead leaf growing out of it. A red rose, which compelled him to surrender.

Morticia and Gomez are so in tune, they can't wait to be together all the time, Debbie has no chance to intervene, so she turned her attention to Foster.

It's not difficult to deal with First, this man is very concerned about his nephews and nieces, she purposely reads bedtime stories to the little ones in a hoarse panting voice, with flushed cheeks, always reminiscent of on something.

After going back and forth, First, the big fish, took the bait.

But someone always wanted to bite off her fishing line, and that person was Wensty. She thought that Wensty was only three years old, so she must know nothing, but she didn't know that the body of this three-year-old lived in an adult. soul.

Winsty could see through Debbie's thoughts at a glance. If it wasn't for her obstruction, First would have caught the fish faster.Once, Fuster hid behind the door and eavesdropped on Debbie's reading. Seeing that things were about to go in the direction she wanted, Wensty would always open her eyes: "I don't like to hear this story, change it to another one." .”

When she was young, Wensti had a white and tender face, her eyes were as beautiful as black currants in autumn, and the words she spoke were so childish that they could always cut off her original plans.

Wensty said to change a story, and First, who was eavesdropping outside the door, thought that his niece didn't like the story—although he liked it very much, but Debbie was hired to take care of the children—so he urged Debbie Than change a story.

Debbie held back the anger in her heart, forced out a friendly smile: "Then what do you like to hear?"

Wensty got out of bed, went to the study and fetched a book for Debbie: "Just read this."

What Winsty handed to Debbie was the fully translated version of the Buddhist classic "Diamond Sutra". No matter how talented she was, she couldn't recite a bunch of scriptures so captivatingly.As soon as Debbie read the book Winsty handed her, she knew that the three-year-old should not be underestimated.

The beam of two people thus forged.

Now that Wensty has grown up, even if Debbie doesn't like Wensti anymore, she has to admit that Wensti looks like a person in a painting, and it's okay to use this face in a movie.

The most important thing is that Wensty possesses the aura of a real girl. She has a real ease of being well-fed and pampered. There are many beautiful women in this world, but real aura is rare. The one thing that I envy her the most is also the one that I hate her the most.

Of course Debbie was aware of the love the Adams family had for Wensty, and she had never enjoyed such love.Debbie was an orphan since she was a child. She has seen all kinds of dirty things, and her heart is filled with hatred for unfair fate. Although her appearance is beautiful, her heart has long been decayed, and the spirit of a girl has disappeared.

When she saw Wensty again, Debbie couldn't help touching her face. She was getting older, and the wrinkles on her face were getting more and more. She had been relying on injections and medicine all these years to support herself. A child begging for food in the slums has come to this step in life, thanks to this face, she cannot allow herself to have wrinkles, not even a single one.

Fortunately, before returning to Broome Town, I got a stitch, and my face was still tense.

Then, Debbie saw that the prey that had "escaped" from her was staring at Westy, and gave her a focused sideways look, and he fell into Westi's "trap".

The arrogance in Debbie's heart burned even more, she must make this man her servant, and she wanted him to be full of her figure.

Debbie stroked the hair on her forehead, and ignited the fuse of a battle in her heart. The corners of her lips curled up, imagining that she was Cleopatra VII, and even Caesar would be obsessed with her.

If the hint in my heart is in place, I will have more confidence in my speech.

"Yeah, Winsty, you're back."

Wensty could hear the hypocritical surprise in Debbie's tone, and smiled at her, and replied with the same hypocritical attitude: "Yes, long time no see, Aunt Debbie."

Sure enough, when she called out "Auntie", the smile on Debbie's lips froze.

Seeing Debbie, Frost happily called out "My little Debbie", and then jumped out from behind Winsty, ran to Debbie, and gave her a good morning kiss.

First's body is as round as a giant marinated egg, and the width of a small door could not accommodate him. When he jumped out, he pushed Wensty who was standing at the door aside. The collision staggered and fell straight out.

Sherlock reached out to catch her, and from outsiders' eyes, it was she who threw herself into his arms.

Winsty: "..."

Wensty's height just reached Sherlock's shoulders, as in a dream, surrounded by his breath, her face blushed involuntarily.

Lifting her head slightly, she saw the light blue that she was familiar with.

She withdrew from Sherlock's arms in a panic, lowered her head, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"If you were asking if I felt any pain when you rushed over to me just now, then I'm definitely fine. Although you brought a kind of impact force, you are too light and too thin. No matter how many times you do it again, you won't hurt me. It hurts."

"There won't be a next time." Winsty muttered, her ears turning red.

Sherlock stared at her: "You can't tell from your uncle's left foot that he is going to jump forward. It's a very normal thing. Not everyone has the ability to predict. You don't have to feel ashamed... "

"I'm not ashamed."

You're ashamed, Winsty snarled inwardly, I'm ashamed.

Wensty put her hands on her ears and manually cooled them down.

"Because you don't have the ability to predict the development of things, don't be so sure. I have already said that your impact will not make me feel pain, so you don't have to feel sorry next time."

"There is no next time!"

Wensty was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she obviously didn't notice Debbie's gloomy gaze on the other side.

She had to pretend to welcome Fuster's good morning kiss, and secretly blamed the injustice of God in her heart, why should she endure the intimacy of a man who is like a corned egg, while Wensty can flirt with a high-quality man pretty?

Debbie pushed away First, with a shy face: "Okay, everyone else is watching."

"It's okay, Winsty won't mind."

"But there are others, oh, I'm so sorry," Debbie avoided another kiss from Foster, and turned her beautiful face towards Sherlock, "Who is this gentleman?"

"Winsdy's prospective boyfriend."

"my roommate."

"Sherlock Holmes."

The voices of the three people came out together and mixed together.

Debbie caught Sherlock's voice accurately and reached out to him: "Hello, Mr. Holmes."

Her hands are out in the air.

"I'm not used to shaking hands."

Hearing this sentence, First felt like he had met a confidant. He didn't like to shake hands with people either. It was Gomez who liked to shake hands with people. He had his own way of greeting.

"I'm not used to shaking hands with people, I just hug directly." As he said that, First held Debbie tightly with his hands.

Debbie knew that Wen Sidi was watching from the sidelines. If she pushed Foster away at this time, Wen Sidi would definitely try her best to hinder her and Fuster's wedding.

It doesn't matter whether they get married or not, anyway, First also obeys her, but she wants to achieve another purpose through this wedding.

Therefore, her hand was wrapped around First's waist.

After dealing with First, Debbie's mind was still on Sherlock: "Then Mr. Holmes also greeted with hugs?"

"I'm not used to hugs either." Sherlock's tone was cold.

He refuses people thousands of miles away.

Very good, Debbie thought in her heart, it is such a man who has a sense of accomplishment when conquered.

First leaned over: "Winsty is here to call us home, let's go home now."

"Okay," Debbie showed the most sincere smile, "You finally figured it out, let's go right away."

She could finally go back to Adams Manor. This was probably the first pleasant thing she heard today. There was something she wanted in Adams Manor, and she wished she could go back quickly.

"Wait a minute, do you really want to go back?"

It was Debbie's idea to get married during the day. Uncle must have listened to Debbie's instigation before he quarreled with his father and ran away from home. If this was the case in the past, she would definitely not let it go. Why is it so easy to talk this time?

"Of course," replied Debbie, who read suspicion in Winsty's eyes.

"The wedding will still take place at night."

"It doesn't matter, I figured it out," Debbie said affectionately, looking at Foster's... forehead, "As long as you can marry Foster, it doesn't matter when the wedding takes place."

Winsty stared at Debbie for a moment.

"Then you go back first."

First turned around: "Aren't you going back? Ha, you must have had a fight with Gomez too, right?"

"No," Winsty said, "I heard that the flower market in Broome Town is very famous. I want to visit the bottom before going up."

The flower market in Broome is famous in the UK. Different kinds of flowers are arranged lively and colorful, like a grand and splendid banquet.

Wensty said that she was going to visit the flower market, but in fact, she was mainly here to wake up her mind. The dream from last night was still bothering her.

However, the source of the trouble followed, and Sherlock walked beside her.

Just after she finished saying that she wanted to visit the flower market, Sherlock immediately answered "I'll accompany you".

Hearing this, First was intoxicated. He thought that Cupid had already knocked on Wensty's door. As long as she opened the door and let him shoot an arrow with her butt, she would be able to reap a share like him. sweet love.

But Debbie said, "What's there to do at the flower market? The bees sting people like that. That's what immature little girls like."

Although Winsty heard that Debbie was turning the corner and calling her childish, she didn't argue with Debbie this time, but responded to Sherlock and said, "Yeah, you won't like the flower market, or Let's go up with Uncle and the others..."

Sherlock cut her off: "No, I like it, I like the flower market best."

No wonder you like it.

Sherlock walked beside Wensty, she didn't speak, neither did he, the whole street was full of beautiful flowers, and there was a little girl holding a bouquet of flowers for sale along the street, but Wensty and Sherlock's thoughts Neither are on the flowers.

"Are you sure you really like the flower market?"

"no, I do not like it."

"Then why lie?"

Sherlock didn't answer.

During the gap in his silence, a voice popped up in Winsty's mind, that voice was exactly the same as Sherlock's voice, with a texture like blue velvet.

The voice told her: For you.

No way, like being bewitched, this kind of imagining is too much, she hurriedly drove the voice out of her mind.

"gentlemen?"

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, and the little flower girl was not far away from them, and those precocious eyes had already noticed the pair.

"Before I say this, you answer me a question."

Sherlock looked solemn, and Wensty was taken aback for a moment.

In the basement of the London Coliseum, he was less serious than Nicole Gus, who had "resurrected from the dead."

His gaze was deep, and Wensty's heart was captured.

She began to panic. There was a mess in her mind, but at this moment, the mess fell to the ground.

He wouldn't be able to see what kind of dream she had through deduction, could he?

"You... you can ask."

Winsty was very nervous, but luckily Sherlock didn't ask her about the dream.

The question he asked was: "I already know that it is normal for your family to deviate from ordinary people's ideas, but you and your mother are not dirty people, so tell me, does your family value chastity?"

ha?

He couldn't really see what she dreamed about last night, could he?

But it’s just a dream, it’s pretty good in the dream, and nothing actually happened, so it’s not possible to talk about the concept of chastity.

"It's very important," Wensty said outrightly, frankly admitting what his dream meant, "My parents taught me that no matter what the situation is, you can only bathe in love with the person you love."

The strange thing is, after speaking out, Wensty's heart became calm instead.

"There can only be one beloved, right?"

"of course."

What kind of problem is this?

Sherlock understood: "The lady who is about to marry your uncle has had at least three sexual () partners in the past two months."

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