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

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After listening to Sherlock's words, Wensty breathed a sigh of relief.Fortunately, he has not yet reached the point where he can see through her dreams, otherwise it would be too shameful.

Wait a minute... Sherlock just said that Debbie had at least three sex partners in the past three months!

She kept saying that the best night was to be saved for the wedding night. Was that how she kept the last chastity for First?

"This is too much!" Winsty gritted her teeth.

The little flower girl was already walking towards Sherlock and Winsty with flowers in her arms. Her precocious eyes had already judged from their clothes and attire that they were both very generous. It was like a gift from heaven. customers.

Winsty's reaction was what Sherlock had expected.

Sherlock: "Do you want to expose this woman's true colors?"

This is not difficult for Sherlock, as long as he sees Debbie again, he can get more useful information, and even tell her lover's name and physical characteristics.

Hesitation appeared in Wensty's eyes, she sighed, and said to Sherlock: "Of course I want to expose Debbie's true colors, but it won't be so easy."

"why?"

"Because my uncle loves Debbie."

Sherlock was puzzled: "What's the problem?"

"It's a big problem. People in our family will unconditionally believe in the person they love after identifying a person. Unless you can produce definite evidence, my uncle will not believe that Debbie stepped on several boats at the same time... ..."

Not only did she step on several boats with bare feet, but she never went to Foster's boat at all.

"You don't know Debbie either, she's going to try to defend herself and probably throw dirty water on you."

Wensty recalled that when she was young, she exposed the pearl necklace that Debbie secretly wore Morticia. Morticia had a long conversation with Debbie. At first, Wensty thought that Debbie was going to pack up and leave, but that long conversation After the conversation, Morticia gave the pearl necklace to Debbie directly, and pulled Wen Sidi to say earnestly: "Uncle is already an adult, you can't be the only center of his world, you have to learn to accept Debbie."

If you think about it carefully, you can deduce how Debbie told the truth in front of Morticia. She must have said that Winsty was dissatisfied with her arrival and took away Foster's care.

Winsty frowned, in distress.

The wedding is just five days away, and she has to make good use of these five days to find out the exact evidence and stop the wedding of Foster and Debbie. Such a woman full of lies is not worthy of Foster's sincerity.

"Don't worry, I will help you solve this trouble." Sherlock said.

"what?"

"I will help you solve this trouble," Sherlock repeated, slightly dissatisfied, "It is not impossible for you to prevent your uncle's marriage on your own, but I have estimated it, and your personal actions The success rate is 60.00% [-], but adding my action success rate will increase significantly.”

"What is the success rate?"

"One hundred percent," Sherlock said, his tone full of confidence.

No need to ask.

The little flower seller walked up to Sherlock holding a bouquet of flowers: "Brother, buy a bouquet for sister."

Winsty raised her eyebrows. She had encountered such a situation before, especially on Valentine's Day, when the street flower sellers saw a man and a woman walking together, they would come forward to sell them, one for sure.

The vast majority of young flower sellers are immature, and the people who hire them convey a stereotype to them: no woman does not expect someone to send her a bouquet of flowers, and flowers are given to women by men.

Why did Winsty know so clearly?

It was one of the ways she made a living until the Great Elder noticed the magic in her body and took her back.If you are lucky enough to meet generous guests, you may not be hungry for several days.

The little girl who brought flowers to Sherlock is the "sales champion" on this street. Compared with other flower sellers, she can best tell whether a customer is generous or stingy, and she has a pair of watery eyes, very Few people can refuse her expectant eyes.

However, she may have been mistaken this time, Sherlock had no intention of buying the flowers.

The little girl said in a childish voice: "Brother, you see this sister is so beautiful, she must have beautiful flowers to be worthy of her."

Sherlock didn't understand the relationship between the previous sentence and the next sentence of the little goldfish in front of him. What does Wensty's good looks have to do with flowers?

Before he wanted to point out the little girl's logic error, Winsty squatted down: "How many flowers do you have here?"

The little girl turned her gaze to Winsty: "Eleven flowers."

"Then how much is each flower?" Wensty's tone was soft, and the little girl's fight reminded her of her former self.

"Pound a little bit."

"How much are those eleven flowers in total?"

"It's eleven pounds," said the little girl.

"Wrong," Sherlock pointed out, "it should be £[-]."

Sure enough, I can't believe the IQ of ordinary little goldfish, why is Wensty still squatting here playing stupid math games with her?

The little girl's face was pink: "That's right, eleven flowers originally cost £[-], but this sister is so beautiful, so I only charged £[-]."

People with a sweet mouth will get a candy. Although the little girl didn't do business with Sherlock, she sold all the flowers to her beautiful sister Wensty.

"Brother and sister goodbye."

After Wensti paid, the little girl ran away happily, and the bouquet of flowers in her arms was transferred to Wensti's arms.

Sherlock looked at her faintly: "Do you really believe that little girl's words?"

Sherlock felt that the little flower girl had made a mistake in her calculations, so she didn't admit it!Only Winsty would believe such rhetoric.

"Why don't you believe it? Isn't what she said the truth? Don't you think I'm ugly?"

Wensty held the flowers and smelled them, and the scent was really pleasing to the nose. Her face was pressed between the pink and white flowers, making her look even more charming.

"nice."

Sherlock answered.

Wensty froze for a moment, Sherlock's straightforwardness was beyond her expectation, she smiled: "You mean flowers, right?"

She was shy in her heart.

"No," Sherlock said frankly, "it's you."

His eyes were slightly closed. Flowers are the sexual reproductive organs of seed plants. If it is synonymous with good-looking, compared to the flowers in Wensty's arms, she is more like a flower, and even the nightingale dare not touch her sing in front of you.

Immediately, Wensty stuffed the flowers in Sherlock's arms.

Sherlock: "What?"

"For you." She ran forward shyly, her face was hot, and the flowers that were still in good condition just now were held in her hands like a hot stove.

Sherlock strode behind her with a bouquet of flowers.

Why did she send him flowers, didn't she like flowers herself?

"Thank you for your willingness to help expose Debbie's true colors." Sure enough, when she was in a hurry, her mind worked extremely fast, and she found a suitable reason for herself to suddenly give flowers to Sherlock.

He chased after him, walking unhurriedly: "Then I will accept it."

Sherlock imitated what Winsty did just now, put the flower on the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

The wind was blowing gently, and the sweet smell filled the entire flower market, blowing Wensty's thick long hair backwards. Occasionally, someone caught sight of this beautiful girl and wondered why she was running forward. The men with a bouquet of flowers all smiled knowingly.

The best of summer has taken off its mask.

After running for a while, Wensty slowed down. She didn't like to exercise very much, and she would blush and pant after a few steps, which was just enough to cover up her shyness just now.

She waited for Sherlock to come up beside him.

"I still think that little girl was making excuses for her miscalculation."

Sherlock is very rational. Winsty's good looks are one aspect, but the little girl's miscalculation is another aspect. The two cannot be equated.

"And she complimented you on your good looks just to get you to buy this bouquet of flowers, not from the bottom of her heart."

Wensti was speechless, why does this gentleman still care about this matter?

"Although you are knowledgeable and talented, there will always be gaps in your knowledge. It is true that as you said, she praised me to get me to buy flowers, which is not wrong, but she did not make excuses for the calculation errors you care about. The meaning of the number eleven is very good, whether I look good or not, the price of eleven flowers is also eleven pounds."

"What does eleven mean?"

"Does eleven in Arabic numerals look like two people walking side by side?"

Eleven symbolizes that these two people will be together forever.

Everyone who buys flowers likes this colorful head.

But Sherlock didn't give Winsty a chance to explain the rest of the meaning, he simply said, "Not like."

Winsty: "..."

Then there is nothing to explain.

Sherlock: "You made a little mistake just now, I didn't care about her calculation error."

"Let's stop worrying about this, shall we?" Winsty didn't want to keep talking about a little girl's math with him, so she changed the subject, "Is this the first time you've received flowers?"

"No, some clients often send me flowers."

Then he threw them all at Mrs. Hudson.

In fact, the client's flowers were not so much for him as for Mrs. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson often joked: "Sherlock, you are really a 'playboy'."

Sherlock noticed that Winsty's eyes were dark.

"What do you ask for this?"

Winsty sighed and looked sadly: "Because I never received flowers."

Wensty is different from Sherlock. Sherlock regards flowers as a burden, but Wensty thinks receiving flowers is one of the most wonderful things in the world.

It may be a habit developed since she was a child. She knows a lot of words about flowers and can read blessings from the bouquets she receives. In the past, she and her good friends would send flowers to each other, but she has never received them since she came here flowers.

The Adams family doesn't like flowers at all. This can be seen from the fact that Morticia brings a bunch of bright red roses every day just to keep the thorny flower stems. And she has always lived in Adams Manor. The shadow of flowers It's hard to see.

"Are you sure you haven't received flowers?"

Winsty nodded: "Yes."

"Remember it carefully."

"No more memories."

Nothing is nothing.

"Your memory is really not very good."

"What does it have to do with my memory?" She searched through her entire memory, but no one sent her flowers.

Sherlock broke her body with one hand and said to her: "Look at me, think about five years ago."

Now Wensty's mind automatically goes blank when she sees Sherlock, and it's already remarkable that she can still maintain normal language function.

"What happened five years ago?"

"You received a basket of flowers from a flower picker, so your statement that you never received them is completely false."

After his reminder like this, Wensty remembered.

"That's different. When I say receiving flowers, I mean someone gave them to me."

"He also gave it to you. He sent it to you all the way from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain."

"The two of us have different meanings when we talk about giving. I mean giving as a gift, but you mean giving something to someone... How do you know that someone sent me flowers five years ago?"

She didn't tell Sherlock about it, she almost didn't remember it.

Winsty felt that she was delusional, and she felt that everything around her was still.

Sherlock stared at her with those stunning blue eyes, smiled and pointed out the truth: "Because I'm the one who sent you the flowers."

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