The Witch of Baker Street

"Huh?" Mo Han turned around after hearing the words.

To be honest, this opening statement is really too common, this way of approaching girls has long been an old-fashioned trick.If he met someone on the road and said that to her, Mo Han would have rolled his eyes long ago, and punched him or something—even if the other person is handsome, at most, he can only let her attack lightly. .

But the man in front of him... Mo Han swept him around again.

Without using Sherlock's basic deductive method, Mo Han could tell that this person was about 35 or [-] years old, and his hair was combed meticulously.Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed rimless glasses, a custom-made suit, and polished leather shoes, he exudes the aura of a business elite man, but he still has the rigor and rigor of a British gentleman in his shrewdness. There is a touch of elegance in it.Even Mo Han, who has never been very interested in handsome guys, has to admit that this is a man who has gone out and a lot of girls will definitely follow him and shout "I love you".

But even such a man would use such a rotten excuse without any originality, which is too shocking.

Mo Han has never felt that he is particularly attractive, people are visual animals - maybe this is a bit arbitrary, but it is more or less true, you have to admit that if a beautiful woman or an ugly woman stands in front of you, you will also go to Let's take a closer look at the beautiful woman, maybe I won't remember what that ugly girl looks like when I look back.

She looks just like that, she may be considered above average among oriental people, but compared with the blonde beauty Lucy who is busy in the snack shop, there is a huge gap between heaven and earth, Mo Han has always been very self-aware.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Han is more willing to believe that he might really know her.It's just a pity that even though she frowned and thought hard for a long time, she still couldn't remember if she knew this man.

May God forgive her prosopagnosia for so many years without any improvement.

The man on the opposite side obviously also saw Mo Han's embarrassment, and he asked Mo Han to step down in a timely manner, "My name is Abraham Hunter (Abraham Hunter), and I am a visiting professor at the University of Westminster. I don't know if I'm lucky enough to know your name, Miss?"

"Yeah?" Mohan stared in surprise, stopped and started making another cup of cappuccino, "Abraham Hunter? The one who is said to only come to the school once a week, but every time the speech scene is full Wall Street elite?"

After she finished speaking, she quickly covered her mouth, because she found that her voice was raised a little higher.Blinking her eyes apologetically, she lowered her voice, "My name is Elena Holmes."

"You have won the award." Hunter laughed, with two charming smile lines on the corners of his mouth, "So you are also a student at the University of Westminster, Miss Holmes?"

Mo Han nodded, "Yes, I am a second-year student in the business school."

"I also gave speeches in the business school, you...haven't been here?" Hunter pushed the glasses that had slid down, and Mohan saw clearly that he actually had a pair of peach blossom eyes.

"Uh...I had something to do that day, so I didn't have the chance to go." Mo Han answered this topic a little awkwardly.She has never been to this guest professor's lecture, and she is ready to go every time, but she has something to do so she can only delay it.So up to now, she has never seen him face to face, so naturally she doesn't know him.And it's embarrassing enough to tell a professor that she never attended his class.

Hunter just lowered his head and smiled when he heard the words, "It doesn't matter, there will always be opportunities. I will stay in the UK for a long time this time, and I have scheduled a lot of lectures. You are welcome to give me your opinions."

"...Professor Hunter, you are too kind..."

To be polite, she didn't know what to do next... Mo Han secretly looked around again, and found a familiar figure finally appeared in front of the corner bathroom.

...

So Patton just went to the bathroom.

Actually, that's right, he already drank three cups of latte, can he not go to the bathroom?If he doesn't go to the bathroom, she will suggest that he go to the hospital.

Barton obviously also saw the man who appeared in front of Mo Han, he glanced from the beginning to the end reflexively.

It's no different, like any other customer, there's no need to sound the alarm.He asked Mo Han again with his eyes if he had any questions, and Mo Han shook his head slightly at him.After Barton nodded in response, he sat back in his seat and continued drinking his latte.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

"Ah?" Mo Han was still looking at Barton, when Hunter's voice came from next to his ear, "Sorry, what did you say?"

"Is that man over there your boyfriend?" Hunter also looked at Barton.

"Ah, yes." Mo Han blushed a little, "Yes, he is my boyfriend."

Hunter smiled, and then the smile suddenly stuck on his face.Mo Han saw that his face turned a little blue in an instant, and he was panting in a low voice in extreme discomfort.Just as Mo Han was about to ask, he saw Hunter take out a small nozzle can from his pocket and spray it into his mouth, his face gradually returned to normal.

"Sorry, I just felt a little short of breath, and my asthma seems to be a little serious recently."

Hunter put away the small bottle and smiled apologetically at Mo Han.

"Oh, it's okay, do you need me to open that window for you?"

Mo Han knows that asthma is really easy to get sick, not necessarily in autumn, some people get sick all year round.

Slightly lowering his head to look at the cappuccino that Mo Han made while talking, Hunter shook his head, "No, no need. Thank you."

A polite smile rose again, and Mo Han responded by hooking the corners of his lips, then bowed his head and did his own thing.

According to the general process, after getting coffee here, the general guests will find a seat by themselves and enjoy a pleasant afternoon.Of course, there are also some who like to sit at the bar.Mo Han thought that Hunter would leave soon, but he didn't expect that he was still sitting in front of the bar.

"Do you love him?" Hunter asked suddenly after taking a sip of coffee.

"Ah?" Hearing this question, Mo Han paused to wipe the workbench. She thought she was hallucinating, "What?"

"Then you don't love him?" Hunter smiled meaningfully.

"No, I didn't..." This time Mo Han heard it very clearly, and agreed to what Hunter said in an instant.She instinctively wanted to refute, but couldn't find a reason to refute.

Say she loves him?She didn't think so until now, although she had thought about it after Sherlock said that day, and the conclusion after thinking about it all night was that she believed she didn't.

Say she doesn't love him?She couldn't explain her recent anomalies.

She is not someone who has never experienced love, she has liked someone, spent many years to like someone, and gave everything she thought she could give.

But the result was not so good. In the end, she put away her scarred heart and left that place.

She didn't know if she still had the ability to love, and she used to think sadly that she would never be able to love anyone again in this life.

but now...

"You are hesitating." Hunter put down the coffee cup, and there was a crisp sound from the cup and the coaster, "You don't understand, do you? You don't even know whether you love him or not."

"I..." Mo Han looked blankly at Barton, who was also looking at her.Received Mo Han's complicated eyes, Barton's heart moved.

What's going on here?

In fact, Barton has also noticed that the man has been talking to Mo Han. This kind of thing has not happened before. Some regular customers like to chat with Mo Han.Before that, Barton would sit at the bar to accompany Mo Han every time, but Mo Han didn't allow it after a few times.Barton couldn't hold back Mo Han, so he could only pay more attention every time. Fortunately, there was never any problem.

He had never seen this man today.Mo Han didn't look like he was very familiar with him, which made Barton a little worried.He picked up the cup of coffee with a small half left, walked to the bar and sat down.

Barton pushed the coffee cup towards Mo Han, "Please give me an iced Americano."

Then he looked at Hunter beside him calmly.

"Hi, my name is Abraham Hunter." Hunter held out his hand to Button.

"Clint Button." Button shook back.

"Hello, Mr. Button." Hunter raised his hand to look at his watch, "Nice to meet you, but sorry, my next speech is about to start."

He drank the last of his coffee and put the empty cup on the table.

"Miss Holmes, thank you for your coffee. I will come back often in the future. Good-bye."

Hunter smiled lightly at Mohan, gave Barton another smile, and left his position calmly.

"Who is he?" Barton frowned and looked at Hunter's leaving back. He always felt that his last smile made people feel very uncomfortable.

"He's a visiting professor in our school." Mo Han shrugged, "I've only heard his name before, and this is the first time I've seen him today."

"So..." Barton gestured. Although he really wanted to ask, this was * after all.If Mo Han didn't want to say it, he didn't want to force it either.

"We didn't say anything, it's just that he invited me to watch his speech." Mo Han looked away uncomfortably, sitting intently on the Bingmeishi in his hand.

Barton let out an oh, and did not continue this topic.But he always felt that this person was a bit strange, and he had already made plans to ask the headquarters to investigate this person.

The two of them returned home from get off work as usual, ate a not-so-rich but delicious meal cooked by Barton, then Mo Han washed the dishes, chatted for a while, and went back to their rooms to rest.

They have been like this for the past two weeks.

This time, after Patton returned to his room, he reported the situation to the headquarters as usual, and by the way, he asked someone to look up that Abraham Hunter for him.

Barton looked at the information transmitted from the mobile phone, and could hardly see any flaws.

Abraham Hunter, British, 35 years old, went to Wall Street alone after graduating from Oxford University at the age of 21. Five years later, he became famous and became an excellent venture capitalist. He also owns a financial company.Started a year ago as a visiting professor at the University of Westminster, staying in the UK for one month every year.

There is nothing special about the resume, even the collateral relatives of his father and mother are nothing special.But Barton just couldn't forget his last smile, and every time he thought about it, it would make him feel eerie, as uncomfortable as if someone was choking his throat.

Putting down the phone, Barton decided that this person would still be listed as a first-level alert, and if he appeared again in the future, he must deal with it properly.

Unexpectedly, Hunter didn't show up once in the next week, but roses did.

Yes, there are eleven white roses each time, the recipient is Elena Holmes, and the sender is ah.

Even fools know that ah is the abbreviation of Abraham Hunter.

Mo Han simply didn't know what to do with these roses. She went to find Hunter, but every time because of various problems, she always missed it. It's been a week and she hasn't seen him.

The last time, Mo Han finally managed to catch up.Hunter appeared in the cafe again, and Mo Han, who had been confused for a long time, was finally able to ask what was going on.

But don't be as she thinks.