Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

Most of the memories have already emerged, only the memory of how she forgot him has disappeared, and has never been seen.

Since she remembered him, he thought that the relationship between the two of them had become more and more like that.

The only part that she can't remember, she doesn't seem to be curious, and he, of course, won't say it, it was his fault in the first place.

Xi Lai was the first to notice the anomaly between the two of them. Before that, she had a vague feeling that Ai Miye didn't like him, but just pampered him and allowed him to do what couples should do.

But now, the distance between the two is too close, Ai Miye is not conniving, but she really thinks that she and him are lovers.

It's just that Shirley didn't say a word about it, and she didn't want to know why it happened.

After the explosion of the Chinese restaurant, Xi Lai received a sum of compensation. She used the money and the previous profit to temporarily rent a storefront. It's over.

The chef and staff from the previous Chinese restaurant were hired, and a new restaurant opened again.

When the restaurant first opened, she invited Ai Miye over.

She has always liked Ai Miye's eyes, the color of violet, translucent and pure, like amethyst and moonstone, the fine light in those eyes will be more obvious during the day.

When Ai Mi Ye came, Sherlock was also by her side, and the aura that circulated between the two was so enviable.

Xi Lai exchanged pleasantries with her for a while, and when talking about future plans, Ai Miye suddenly turned her head and asked Sherlock, "Go back to England?"

He came to America because of her, but London was his territory.

Since she didn't miss this place, there was no problem going back to London with him.

Sherlock was a little strange, "Why does this issue need to be discussed? I thought you hated New York more than you hated criminals."

"...You're so annoying." Ai Miye put away her kindness towards Sherlock, turned her head, and stopped looking at him.

Xi Lai pursed her lips, her eyes flickering, "Then... when will you leave?"

"Recently." She was used to living in no fixed place, and it was the same everywhere. Compared with the fast-paced life here, she preferred being with Sherlock.

Xi Lai stopped talking. She lowered her head, pinched the metal spoon with her fingertips, and stirred the coffee in the cup. The sound of metal and glass colliding was very clear, and it was more obvious when she was silent.

She picked up the delicate coffee cup and took a sip, the bitter taste spread from the tip of her tongue to the bottom of her heart.

Ai Miye said that she would leave soon, Xi Lai didn't know, this came too suddenly recently.

When she tried to contact Ai Miye again, the other party had already arrived at the London airport. Through the speaker, the noisy voice came from there, and she knew that this friendship would no longer exist.

Distance and time are the easiest to destroy emotions.

The weather in London was much clearer, Ai Miye and Sherlock returned to Baker Street, and the consulting detective finally started to work.

It didn't take long for the consulting detectives to realize that there was much less noise from the side street.

While directing the construction team, Ai Miye looked sideways, "It's too noisy, so I just bought it, just as Sherlock and Chris need a little more space."

£100m spent on two puppies.

Her consumption level is above his economic income.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, it seems that next time he will accept the client's financial support.

Ai Miye bought both sides of 221B Baker Street, and they have been redecorated. The left side has become a special room for Sherlock and Chris. There are basically no furniture, only some necessities, and it is spacious and comfortable. The floor is covered with fur rugs, so that in autumn and winter, the two puppies will not get sick because of the cold.

On the right side, Ai Miye turned it into a bookstore. Because it occupies a large area, there are several floors up and down, and the decoration is all retro style. Many books were purchased by Ai Miye himself.

She hasn't hired a clerk yet, but just hired an aunt to do the cleaning.

She was the only one in Nuo Da's store.

Nowadays, physical bookstores are hard to earn a considerable amount of income, but she bought this place and does not need to pay rent, which relieves a lot of pressure.

What's more, she didn't rely on this to make a profit. She just wanted to have a bookstore. If she needed money, she would regularly transfer Kailin's percentage of profit into several cards.

She is not worried about the loss of the bookstore, but sometimes she thinks it is good to sit down like this, with a thick book in her hand, and read it quietly.

Before the bookstore's books are fully stocked, she and Sherlock are running around various crime scenes, and she occasionally has some excellent opinions, but most of the time she is just a spectator.

But with Sherlock by her side, it's hard not to be a part of it.

But, nine times out of ten, he would be laughed at by the consulting detective.

Fortunately, she is used to it.

As the wind of late autumn went away, winter came quietly, the weather became much colder, and Ai Mi Ye's bookstore also started to open.

But Sherlock is very troubled. Since his girlfriend opened the bookstore, she refuses to solve the case with him.

Two people fight against the game of the whole world together, romantic and sweet, why would a girlfriend prefer to stay in a bookstore?

Study Morse code?

With such thoughts in mind, the curly-haired man who came back from the crime scene one afternoon walked into the bookstore next to his house.

The decoration of the store is retro like the early sixteenth century.

She fell asleep.

She dared to fall asleep even if she was the only one guarding Nuo Da's bookstore, she was really big-hearted.

She was lying on the log table, her snow-white hair fell on her fair face, and her long and curly eyelashes were like sleeping butterflies.

There is a red rose on the table, delicate and beautiful, with a few drops of water on the petals, transparent and clear, full of rich floral fragrance, refreshing.

Like a painting, beautiful and beautiful, priceless treasure.

He approached silently, inserting his bony fingers into her soft hair.

Leaning slightly, her rich and soft lips are like that blooming red rose, charming and charming.

Not bad without Morse code.