Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

The roar of thunder, the continuous invasion of lightning, the boundless and vast night sky looks more and more mysterious, and there are infinite possibilities in the night. When the storm hits, it only makes people feel cold.

There were very few people at the airport, and after the last flight landed, all flights to London were delayed because of the weather.

The time was close to zero, and the airport was extremely quiet at this moment.

There were not many people coming out of the airport, and they were all a bit sad after picking up their luggage. It is very inconvenient to travel in this weather.

Most of the people who got their luggage stood on the road not far from the airport, trying to take a ride. Of course, if there is a taxi, it is a better choice, but at this time, there is not much for them option.

People's attention soon fell on a woman.

It was raining and the weather was cold, but she was only wearing a dark red suspender dress. The waist design was close to her abdomen, and the waist that was not full could be seen at a glance. She was very thin, but she was still bumpy and silent. Tell people about her charm.

Just a figure is enough to attract people's imagination.

She is holding a black umbrella, holding the umbrella handle with her slender fingers, the strong contrast between black and white, the gorgeousness of thick ink and color, with extreme temptation.

However, those eyes were cold, without warmth, as if they were isolated from the outside world.

The contradiction was to the extreme, it was clearly seductive, but it was those eyes that made people want to get close to her and understand her.

So Burris straightened his tie and walked towards her slowly, with the demeanor of an old-fashioned gentleman, only he himself knew how fast his heart was beating.

"Miss, may I help you?" He pointed, his eyes fell on her smooth arms, the weather was cold, and in such a cold day, with such thin clothes, it was easy to get sick.

Hearing the sound, she glanced at him silently, without much expression, she was angry at Sherlock's lateness, and didn't want to devote extra energy to this stranger.

But it is out of style to vent your anger on a passerby.

She shook her head slightly, indicating that she was not in trouble.

drop--

The sound of the car horn interrupted their conversation, or Burris unilaterally struck up a conversation.

The black Bentley looks extremely low-key at night, but the smooth body lines still make people unable to move their eyes away.

The car owner rolled down half of the car window, revealing only half of his face. The faint light shone on his face, making it hard to see clearly, but the arrogance came out through the window.

Normally, Ai Miye would open the door and get in the car at this moment.

But seeing his natural look without any reflection, the corners of Ai Miye's mouth pulled down, and he turned his head, pretending not to see this conspicuous car.

There is no light in the car, and people outside still can't see the inside clearly, but the street light on the road is just next to Ai Mi Ye, not to mention Sherlock's eyesight has always been excellent, and there is no trace of her every move. fell into his eyes.

He opened the car door, and his sharp eyes scanned the people around her habitually. Almost at the same time, one message after another appeared in his mind, flashing like lightning.

A middle-class ex-soldier just back from France who posed no threat.

This is the answer he wanted.

Not a threat.

Before coming to the airport today, a very interesting case happened in London. The face of the deceased was slashed with a sharp weapon. It is estimated that at least thirty or so knives were cut on the face of the deceased. Other than that, the body was intact.

He remembered Ai Miye's landing time, so he drove over after solving the case ahead of time, but no matter how clever the calculations were, sometimes he would encounter obstacles in life.

Of course no one questioned his driving skills, but just because he doesn't make mistakes doesn't mean others don't make mistakes.

The distance from Baker Street to the airport is not very far, but there was a serious traffic jam on the road. After the traffic jam finally ended, a sullen Land Rover stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, accelerated suddenly, and hit the car directly. Bentley's rearview mirror, of course, Land Rover was not spared where to go.

He was in a hurry, and after getting out of the car, he ignored the Land Rover owner's apology and how to deal with the compensation issue, and walked straight to the place where the rearview mirror fell. Looking at the horrible rearview mirror, he didn't speak, and took out the scotch tape from the car Put the mirror back on.

After posting, he got into the car and walked away without giving the Land Rover owner his eyes from the beginning to the end.

He came in a hurry, but being late was inevitable.

Unexpectedly, there are stupid goldfish everywhere.

He stepped forward, wrapped his slender fingers around her back, and accidentally touched the cold skin on her back. With so little clothes in this weather, low body temperature is a normal reaction.

He drove over and turned on the heater when he saw her figure. Now the car is already very warm.

Ai Miye didn't struggle, and obediently followed his wishes and got into the car.

Before getting into the car, Sherlock stopped abruptly and cast a sideways glance at Burris, calm and unwavering, as if a big cat was declaring its territorial rights.

Boris' eyes narrowed slightly, and the Nordic's thick eyelashes drooped. It's a pity for such a beautiful girl.

After getting into the car, the golden-haired dog in the back seat grinned, its fluffy tail wagging cheerfully, and its wet black eyes were as clear as an obsidian.

Ai Miye's heart softened, and she stretched out her hand to touch the soft hair of the golden fur. The delicate touch of her hand made her a little lost in thought.

Chris on the side stared at the golden retriever with dark eyes. The other party showed no intention of restraining himself, and deliberately scratched him with the tip of his tail as if showing off.

Ah.

Chris's huge body moved slightly, and he saw the golden retriever fall from the back seat cushion with a thud, and made an 'ow' sound, which was thin, more like aggrieved coquettish.

Ai Miye regained consciousness and saw the innocent-looking Chris beside him, with the corners of his lips raised, he also touched his head, and comforted him, "Hey, go home and eat meat."

The tip of the golden retriever's tail stood up again.

She withdrew her hand, straightened her seat belt, and sat down again, her eyes fell on the side face of the man beside her, resolute and calm.

It was as if, when the end of the world came, he wouldn't panic, and he didn't need to say anything to give people a strong sense of security.

He has always been like this, sending her countless signals of stability and safety, protecting her from outside harm.

She tilted her head, looking at the scenery flashing by outside the window.

There was warmth from the fingertips, and the fingers were tightly clasped.

Ai Miye suddenly felt that the unhappiness because of his being late all sank into the soil along with the rain outside, and disappeared silently without leaving a trace.