Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

He finally raised his eyes to look at her, and two seconds later, he whispered extremely fast, "From the half of the ticket stub protruding from your pocket, it can be inferred that you just went to the supermarket, and the ink users of the numbers on it are basically typists and The cashier, obviously the latter, the front desk lady left you a string of phone numbers..."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, then continued with a blank expression, "Obviously, she's just a salesman. She left a scam call. I wouldn't call if I were you."

So the beautiful young lady is doing sales?Ah.

Ai Miye backed out with a smile, closed the door casually, nestled in the sofa in the living room, and took out the invoice from her pocket, the number on it was clearly visible.

As soon as she came out, Sherlock followed her closely. After seeing her movements, he stepped over the coffee table and came to her, and snatched the invoice with his long hands, "Communication with liars will bring down your innocence. High IQ, use your rational head to think carefully, how could a woman you don't know leave your number for no reason."

Ai Miye reached out to grab the ticket, but she was not tall enough, so she patted his arm, "What are you doing? Give it to me."

The lady at the front desk with golden wavy hair, red lips, and dark blue eyes came to mind, and she became more confident, "I am willing to be deceived by her!"

After hearing this sentence, the alarm bells in Sherlock's heart rang frantically.

This is not a good sign, of course he knows that the cashier is gay, if Ai Miye is asked to call her.

Judging from Ai Miye's experience, she lacks maternal love, which will make her a hidden bisexual, which means that after being induced by the recruiter, Ai Miye... .

Sherlock kneaded the invoice into a ball with his bony fingers, and quickly threw it out of the open window, saying solemnly, "Hand slippery."

Ai Mi Ye: "???"

She walked to the window and glanced at the street below. The ball of paper was gone.

"Why?" Why can't you even see the body of the ticket?

Sherlock watched her every move closely, but his tone was very flat, "It's in the first trash can on the left on the street. If you must get the invoice/ticket back, please feel free."

"Randomly looking through the trash can?" Ai Miye returned to the sofa, and said two words expressionlessly, "Childish."

The figure of the lady at the front desk appeared again in her mind, and she suddenly stood up.

It's okay to wear gloves. It's worth dedicating yourself to a beautiful woman.

After realizing what she wanted to do, Sherlock stood at the door and blocked the doorknob with his body, "The weather in London is not suitable for going out today."

Looking at the calm weather outside the window, Ai Miye took a pair of gloves and put them in his pockets, "No matter what your purpose is, get out of the way."

It was obvious that Sherlock's determination was very firm, and he stood motionless in the doorway.

"In order to protect the mental health of my roommate and assistant, I can't let you go out." The voice was slightly low, like the timbre of a cello.

"……You are sick."

Ai Miye tried to push his body away, obviously, she overestimated her own strength.

A woman whose physical fitness has been terrible since birth and a man who can easily fight killers, oh, if she can make Sherlock move his body, he will move.

Violence is impossible for Sherlock to subdue, and she tries to communicate with him to solve this problem.

"Why don't you let me go on a date with that young lady?" She crossed her arms and stared at him, "Don't tell me you're so possessive that you even want to meddle in a partner's life."

Just a partner?

He said flatly, "Partners don't know how to kiss."

He was referring to the time when he was being followed, in order to avoid those people, she took the initiative to kiss him.

"I think with your IQ, you should be able to see that the kiss didn't have any practical meaning. You know the situation better than me."

Her voice was soft, and her sweet breath made everything she said seemed to be coquettish.

When looking at Ai Mi Ye from his perspective, she was always very delicate, as if she would be hurt if he exerted a little force.

Her long black hair is draped over her shoulders, and her exposed skin is even whiter than most Caucasian people. The black and white echo each other, outlining the beauty of thick ink and color, which makes people want to invade.

There is always a streamer in the eyes, like the color of polar flowers blooming, the color of the lips like cherry blossoms, the eyes pass by inadvertently, like a seed is planted in the heart, so that every time I see her lips in the future Petals, the seeds in my heart will grow slowly, and slowly become a big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves.

She didn't know what he thought, or wouldn't care if he did.

She would depend on him, but only on the basis that he was the only one who helped her.

But the last time he handed her the water, she only drank half of it.

It was so obvious that she didn't fully trust him, he had always known it.

Sherlock lowered his head, his pale eyes fixed on her, on her cherry lips.

His slender fingers clasped the back of her neck, preventing her from stepping back.

Sweet and soft.

Just like last night.

The fallen leaves outside the window rustled down, the flying birds flapped their wings constantly, and the endless stream of traffic on the street was noisy.

All the sounds slowly faded away.

The person in his arms stretched out his hand slowly, and gently pressed against his face.