Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

Ai Miye came out with a bowl, which was the bowl that Sherlock and Chris had been using since she picked it up for the first time. Up to now, their sizes have begun to grow wildly, especially Chris.

As soon as she came out, Sherlock and Chris surrounded them. She put down the bowl, reached out and touched their heads, and when she looked up, she saw a man in a black trench coat.

"Why are you still here?"

She was going to get the phone, but she was caught by Sherlock before touching the phone. His expression was indifferent, "Electronic products will greatly affect your work efficiency, you should throw it away."

"..." Getting nervous again?

Ai Miye simply ignored him, and called someone to train them after the two dogs finished eating. Chris is a German Shepherd, usually a sign of a police dog. She is smart and obedient. She has no professional training knowledge, so there is no Go into battle yourself.

And Sherlock is a golden retriever. Although he is not very good at training him as a police dog, he is also a smart and obedient dog breed. It is understandable to study with Chris.

The wind in this season is always warm, and even the emerald green horse chestnut trees are showing their magic power. They tremble slightly when the wind passes by. Along the trees farther away, there are row upon row of high-rise buildings.

Sherlock really took her to the crime scene. After staying with him for a long time, he gradually got used to such a scene. Anyway, when he was with him, the probability of crimes around him would inexplicably increase.

She squatted on the ground, and together with Sherlock lowered her eyes to observe the corpse carefully.

It's just that she wasn't very interested, because she was very close to him, so she also heard the vibration of the phone in his pocket.

She reached for it, turned on the phone and found that it was Xi Lai's text message, but the note disappeared, and the previous text message records were gone.

She didn't even have to think about who did it, she didn't respond, and retyped Xi Lai's name on it.

It's not that she is generous and tolerant to the extent that others can forgive her for changing information on her mobile phone at will, but that she doesn't care about such things at all.

He doesn't care about Hille or Sherlock, so it doesn't matter what he does, even if he destroys her phone, it doesn't matter, it's not important in the first place.

She had built a defense in herself after what she had been through, and before she lost her memory, she had one exception, and she had tried to let Sherlock into her world, into her pale barren world.

But, as the memory faded, so did her only exception.

She doesn't trust people.

Even if Sherlock saved her, she would not trust him.

Xi Lai: Good afternoon, Ayami Ye, how are you doing today?

Without waiting for Ai Miye's input, Sherlock stood up suddenly, held her hand habitually, pressed her pulse with his fingertips, and relaxed the pressure in the next second.

When he was by her side, he had always maintained this habit.

Nor does she resist such behavior.

From the crime scene to the lab, she sat by and texted Hilley.

Soon, Hilley replied.

Hille: I want to go shopping for some new clothes, do you want to come with me?

Aimiya looked sideways, the curly-haired man was staring at the microscope engrossed, completely oblivious to her.

The wind from the air conditioner was a bit cold, she wrapped her coat and looked at him in silence for a while.

Black curly hair stuck to his face, the curved eyelashes drooped, and the half-covered eyes were silent, and the stern facial lines made him look ascetic and ruthless.

He looks really good looking.

She put away her phone and left the lab.

She hasn't driven since she was with Sherlock. She used to think that driving would be the most time-saving way, but then she found out that parking alone wasted a lot of time, so she didn't drive much. up.

She hailed a taxi and went to Hilley's location.

Shirae is an Asian girl, but she is enviably tall.

Even higher than Ai Miye.

Although Hilley has been in the United States for a long time, she still has some unavoidable accents, which add a bit of charm to her.

Ai Miye couldn't remember the last time she came to the mall to buy clothes, she wouldn't come when she was running for her life, and she didn't come when she wasn't running for her life.

Hilley's dressing style is simple, without too many decorations, and she doesn't seem to like trying some new elements very much.

But fortunately, she was born beautiful, and everything would complement her.

Seeing that Ai Miye didn't choose much all the way, Xi Lai took a black suspender dress and handed it to her, asking her to try it.

The line of the skirt is very close-fitting, almost completely exposing her curves, the attractive collarbone can be seen at a glance, and the white and tender skin is slightly transparent under the light.

The majestic and gorgeous, captivating beauty, the rich and colorful beauty, like the devil in the painting, but there is an aura that strangers should not get close to, which is extremely contradictory.

Xi Lai was stunned in amazement, and it took a while before she stepped forward, and said softly, "You are very beautiful, Ai Mi Ye, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

The corners of Ai Miye's lips raised slightly, her voice lowered a little, and she teased, "Another girl who fell in love with me."

"Ai Miye is very beautiful." Xi Lai smiled, "Many people will fall in love with you."

A male voice interrupted their conversation.

"In addition to the skirt on her body, the third dress in the first row and the seventh dress in the third row are also packed together."

The man handed over the card.

Ai Mi Ye: "..."

Hilley: "..."

Seeing Ai Miye staring at him, he said casually, "Your gift."

"...Why did you give me a gift?"

Sherlock entered the password, and paused his fingers after hearing the question, "This is a normal way of getting along between couples. If you don't like this gift, I have prepared other gifts for you."

Hilley turned to her and asked, "Is he your boyfriend now?"

"Unless I time travel." She frowned, "Have I time travel?"

Sherlock looked calm, he took out a small box from his pocket and put it in her hand.

After waiting for a while, she didn't open it.

The man's eyes are deep and quiet, like a crooked river going to the sea, "Aren't you going to open it?"

Then she lowered her eyes and looked at the velvet box in her hand.

Inside is a crown.

The thorns are entangled, inlaid with rubies, exquisite and bright.

Too pretty.

She raised her eyes and met his gaze.

This crown was once her birthday present, and it was given to her by her favorite brother Cyril. Later, she was forced to leave, and when she came back, the crown had long since disappeared, and Cyril was also imprisoned. up.

No matter how much she hated Xi Ruier, she couldn't deny that all her happiness in the past came from her brother.

She didn't know why things turned out like this.

She cannot forgive him.

For all the light in life finally began to burn her.

But this crown...

It matters to her.

Sherlock's pupils dilated for a moment, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He stretched out his hand calmly and wrapped his arms around the person in his arms.

It turns out that the meaning of the existence of gifts is here.