Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

At the beginning of spring, the manor was peaceful, and the turquoise shoots had just grown, which looked like a scene full of vitality.

Today is a day off, and the children have made an appointment to go out to watch a movie. The children who are closest to her on weekdays have also invited her. Anyway, there is nothing to do, so it is not impossible to go.

Ai Miye stood in front of the closet and picked out some clothes. Most of them were bought by Charles, and the colors were all light-colored. She actually prefers black, but she didn't mention it, it was just clothes, and she didn't want to trouble Charles.

I just picked it out of the closet, and before I had time to change it, there was a knock on the door.

Thinking that the child was urging her, she came over to open the door a few steps and wanted to say something, but it was Charles who came.

Ai Miye was slightly stunned, "Charles..."

The well-tailored black suit and the gentlemanly aura that circulated on him made him look like a prince and aristocrat.

No, he was originally the proud son of heaven.

It's just that he has never been proud of it.

Charles' eyes seemed to be filled with billions of stars shining brightly, and the tiny stars were shining brightly. He smiled and looked at her intently and tenderly.

"Dear Miss Kailin, would you like to lend me a moment?"

The voice is deep but gentle, and the unique charm of men begins to ferment, like the charming aroma of wine, permeating the air bit by bit.

She was a little overwhelmed, and her speech slowed down, "But I promised Ivan..."

The windows were not closed, and the wind in early spring was not too cold, but it was still mixed with the residual chill of winter.

She flinched subconsciously, and Charles took off his clothes naturally and put them on her again, with a smile in his eyes, "I've already borrowed you from Ivan."

"Then... do you want to call Logan?"

Logan has countless fans here, and the children admire him very much. If he is on vacation today, many children should invite him to go out together, but with his temper, it is unlikely that he will agree.

"He went to get Chris and them."

He didn't say Sherlock's name, he didn't want her to remember the man's existence, it was his selfishness, no one wanted the girl they loved to be thinking about someone else all the time, and neither did he.

"It looks like..." She rolled her eyes, "I have to lend it to you."

The sky is getting dark gradually, the night's feasting has just begun, some meaning of life is only now appearing, not many people really come to get drunk, most of them are regular customers.

But Logan hadn't been here for a while. When he was sitting at the bar drinking, he often saw his drunk man staggering to his side and asking in a hoarse voice, "Are you... that bookstore?" of?"

There is only one bookstore nearby, a very classic bookstore, the most surprising thing is not the bookstore itself, but a consulting detective living next to the bookstore.

The curly-haired man who buys off all the bums.

Logan glanced at the drunk man, expressionless, drinking wine on his own, it was too late today, since he couldn't make it back, he simply left the next day.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the drunk also sat beside him, "I often see you there, the store manager is so beautiful..."

The store manager he was talking about naturally meant Ai Mi Ye.

Logan paused with his fingers holding the wine glass, and then drank it down again. He stopped looking at him and got up to pay the bill and leave.

The drunk also took a sip of the wine in the glass, and said intermittently, "Every time I see you... look at the manager's eyes..."

"It reminds me of the way my wife looks at me..."

The drunk slowly lowered his head, his eye circles were red, his stooped body was worn by the years, he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything, only a very soft sob remained.

Most of the time, only loss makes us understand what is important.

Logan's eyes were dim, and he pursed his lips. While paying the bill, he took out a cigarette from his pocket. When he came out of the bar, a gust of cold wind hit, as if blowing into his bones, but he didn't seem to feel it.

The night sky is clean and bright, the stars are dotted on the black night, the stars and the bright moon complement each other, and the huge and empty darkness envelopes the whole world.

Logan slowly lit the cigarette in his hand, and the smoke he exhaled was lingering in the air. Many women liked his slightly stern face, but they were deterred by his aura of not getting close to others.

After walking along the street for a while, he put out the cigarette in his hand and remembered what the drunk man said just now.

He never thought that liking someone had anything to do with whether she had a partner, especially now that she was no longer with Sherlock.

Of course he could also see that Charles had an unusual interest in Ai Mi Ye.

However, that wouldn't change anything. He lowered his head and looked at the phone screen. The woman turned her head slightly and rested with her eyes closed. Her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings.

Her long, silky hair was gently draped behind her shoulders, and her snow-white skin was smooth and delicate, silently exuding a seductive aura.

Ai Mi Ye...

He narrowed his eyes, put the phone back in his pocket, and walked towards the bookstore.

When Sherlock arrived at Xavier Manor, there were only a few people left, and most of them had gone out on vacation, only some guards were still on shift.

Therefore, he went in with almost no effort, and there were no obstacles along the way. He was familiar with the architectural style and distribution here. In just half an hour, he found Ai Miye's room.

However, after opening the door, he did not see the woman he had been thinking about day and night.

Pale fingers rubbed along the cracks in the wooden floor. He lowered his eyes and carefully observed her room. The color tone matched her preferences by more than 80.00%, but some specific decorations were not Ai Mi Ye's style. This The room, no doubt, had been furnished by Charles Xavier, the man who coveted his fiancée.

Sherlock frowned. The photo on the light-colored table was a photo of Ai Miye and Charles when they were young. The two children were holding hands, with bright smiles on their faces, free and happy.

He stretched out his hand and turned the photo back on the table without thinking.

Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, looked at the laptop next to him, opened it calmly, and typed a few letters on the keyboard almost without pausing after seeing the instructions on the screen asking for a password.

The corners of his lips raised involuntarily.

Sherlock.

The password is entered correctly.