The Witch of Baker Street

"Please give me a cappuccino, thank you."

Hunter still sat at the bar with his impeccable smile, as if nothing had happened.

But Mo Han didn't think so, she waited so long that he really waited until the flowers all withered.She stopped Barton from coming over with a look, and she wanted to talk to him alone first.

Hunter followed Mohan's line of sight and saw Barton, and smiled politely at him calmly.

"Mr. Hunter, could you please explain this?"

Mo Han took out a bouquet of white roses from the workbench, and almost flung it onto the table.This is what she received in the cafe today, and the boy who delivered the flowers has reached the point of ignoring her request to charge back the order, forcing the flowers into her hand and running away, leaving her standing there alone to accept everything. people's attention.

Can anyone tell her why the flower delivery boy knows where she is every time? I'll go!

"You can call me Abe," Hunter raised the corners of his mouth into a gentle smile, and then bent down to show a regretful expression.

"Your expression seems to tell me that you don't like white roses? I thought you would."

"That's not the problem!" Mo Han frowned and raised her hands to express her passionate emotions. Fortunately, she remembered that this was in a coffee shop, so she paid attention to the volume of the voice and the range of movements, so not many people were watching them. , "Why did you give me these!"

"I thought I made it very clear." Hunter stared at Mo Han with a pair of smiling eyes, and he leaned forward to approach Mo Han, "Don't you understand?"

His voice was deep and seductive, and it penetrated into Mo Han's ears like a whisper.

He didn't wear glasses today, so Mo Han could see clearly.His eyes are also blue, but they are not pure, they are more like grey-blue eyes. Although there is a smile in the eyes, it is more of a kind of sharpness like a falcon that is inevitable, grabbing her whole body. Staring at her as tightly as the palm of his hand, this feeling made her tremble unconsciously.

She tried her best to restrain the fear that came from nowhere, and said with trembling lips, "This joke is not funny, Mr. Hunter."

Mo Han did not accept his suggestion of calling him by his nickname directly, she paused for a moment, thought about the wording below and decided to be soft first.

"Mr. Hunter, I respect that you are a professor in our school, although I have never attended your class. But as a teacher, you..."

The expression on Hunter's face was half a smile, "Your Mr. Barton also seems to be a lecturer in your school? Or is he in your class?"

"...Then let's not talk about this for now." Mo Han was at a loss for words, she really forgot about it. "I said that I already have a boyfriend, and you obviously know it, why do you still do such ambiguous things?"

"As long as you are still boyfriend and girlfriend, not husband and wife, then I still have a chance." Hunter maintained his posture, and his tone was undeniable, "Besides, believe me, I can give you It must be more than he can give you."

"Sir, that's just what you think!" Mohan tried to reason with him again, God bless her to be able to make sense, "My life is good now, I don't need anything. So I don't care what he can give me, as long as That's enough for us to be together."

"You've only been together for a month, are you sure you can live your whole life with this?" Hunter's eyes were suspicious, and there was a little sarcasm in his words, "I've seen too many women, and they all need this need Well, there will never be a day when enough is said. What's more," Hunter paused, breathing quickly again, this time he took the medicine quickly, sprayed it into his mouth a few times, and immediately Back to normal.

He put away the small bottle, and looked at Mo Han with that half-smile expression, and the words he uttered were very cold, "Besides, you don't love him."

Really fed up with this man living in his own world, Mo Han felt that he could no longer maintain her self-cultivation.

"Then let me tell you, I love him, I love Clint Barton! Even if we go to live in the slums today, I will be willing to have no clothes and no food in the future. Are you satisfied with me?!"

The last sentence was almost shouted by Mo Han, not only the customers in the cafe stopped to look at her, but even Barton had a look of being struck by lightning—uh, I swear to God it wasn’t Tol. .

After shouting, Mo Han was also stunned, she didn't think about it that much at all, this sentence popped up in her mind, and she said it directly.Now when she calms down, she really feels too embarrassed.Not to mention that so many people have heard it, even the actor in the speech was present.What is she doing, digging a hole for herself to jump into and burying herself?

Glancing at Barton in the distance, Mo Han almost wanted to cover his face and cry.

She doesn't know how to explain to him in the future, but she really didn't mean it!

Her heart is beating fast now and she doesn't know what to do.In fact, she didn't know why she said that at all, just... don't know why it suddenly appeared in her mind, like it has always been a child, so as soon as this topic was mentioned, it ran away by itself come out.

Mo Han collected himself, apologized to the surrounding guests, gave Barton a look that he would explain to him later, and then turned his gaze back to the person opposite, only to realize that he was not looking at her at all.

Hunter just lowered his head, flipping and folding back and forth with a piece of post-it note that he took from the workbench at some point in his hand, unaffected by Mo Han's previous heroic words at all.

The origami in his hand is almost folded, but Mo Han still can't see what it is, and this is not what she cares about now.

"Mr. Hunter, did you hear that?" Mohan raised his voice slightly to try to get his attention, "So I can ask you, well, just as I am asking you, now you can stop your flower delivery behavior Is it a waste of money and has no effect, if you have a lot of money, you can go out and turn left and walk 50 meters, there is a donation point for AIDS patients.”

"I heard." Hunter raised his head and put his things on the table, "I'm here today because I need to go back to the United States for a while, so I may not be able to see you again. I wanted to say goodbye to you, but I didn't Thought you would tell me this. I will not make any comment on this. But since you asked me not to send you roses again, I promise you. As for the rest, sorry, I can't make any promises."

"I may not be able to drink this cup of coffee again. I will definitely drink it when I come next time." He stood up and bent forward slightly fifteen degrees.

"Goodbye."

Hunter walked very smartly, just like the Chinese poem said, "Wave your sleeves, and you won't take a cloud with you."

Mo Han watched him leave helplessly, unable to believe that he just left like that?She blinked, then turned her gaze to the table.

It was the origami that Hunter had just folded. Mo Han picked it up and put it in his palm for a closer look. It turned out to be a pretty tiger.The paper itself is somewhat warm yellow, which makes it look even more like it.

"what is this?"

I don't know when Barton came to the bar, Mo Han waved the tiger in his hand to him.

"A paper tiger, hey, a paper tiger?!" Mo Han reacted, "Is he talking about me?"

"Don't get too close to him, he is not simple."

Barton didn't understand what Mohan said about "papertiger", he just stared at the direction where Hunter left and whispered to Mohan.

"I know, I didn't want to get close to him either."

Hunter's gaze had really had a great impact on her today, and she still hasn't been able to forget that gaze engraved into her bone marrow.Originally, she had always thought that he was an elegant gentleman, but it seemed that she was so naive. How could it be so simple and harmless for someone who can hang out on Wall Street and make a fortune?

"Well... what I said just now... I'm just in a hurry, so don't take it to heart."

Mo Han put the paper tiger on the table, and spoke eagerly.

He was already prepared, no matter what Barton said, she would accept it. After all, she made a mistake first, and she had to bear the consequences.

"I know."

Barton nodded expressionlessly, then looked at the clock on the wall, "One o'clock, are you leaving get off work?"

Mo Han froze for a moment, the apology in her heart was stuck in her throat, she followed to look at the clock on the wall stupidly, and then said ah, "I'll go upstairs and talk to Lucy, you wait Let me go, I'll go clean up first." After speaking, he turned and ran.

Seeing Mo Han leaving in a hurry, Barton felt that his heart was not at peace.

He didn't want to admit that it was caused by Mo Han's words, but the heart that was still beating abnormally at this moment seemed to be laughing at his self-deception.

Button's left hand slowly touched the upper left chest position, feeling at a loss for the first time.

He knew that what she said was just an excuse, but he was emotional because of that sentence.

He also began to be confused about this girl.

In fact, he admired this girl very much, and was very glad that Mo Han would adapt to him...so much.Originally, when he took on this task, he was already prepared, because judging from his previous protection targets, many people were not used to his existence, and they would feel somewhat uncomfortable and awkward.

But Mo Han is different, until now he entered her life, she has not said anything, just cooperated silently, and then integrated him into their life.She took him to the supermarket, she talked to him, she confessed to him who she was, and she did his laundry and dishes.

Sometimes he even has the illusion that they are old friends who have known each other for a long time, rather than strangers who have only met for a month.

This sense of familiarity made him feel a little uncomfortable. He always liked to be alone, and he rarely took the initiative to talk to people except for necessary contact.For Mo Han, he has already done beyond his imagination.He revealed the bear cookies he likes to eat, as well as his own thoughts, and he even cooked for her.When he found that she was in danger, he no longer rescued her because it was his task. More often than not, he acted faster than his head and stood in front of her.

When he saw someone sending her roses, he didn't immediately investigate who sent the flowers and whether there was anything wrong with the flowers themselves.He was stunned, feeling a twitch in his heart, as if being pricked with a needle, a sharp pain.

He knew it wasn't in line with his ethics as a professional agent, but he couldn't control himself, a feeling he had never felt in his 30 years of life...

He slightly frowned his two moderately thick eyebrows that gave people a sense of determination and courage, and he was still asking himself what was wrong.

"Okay, it's all done, let's go."

Mo Han's crisp voice rang in Barton's ear, and Barton just paused for a moment, and then said yes.

Let's put it aside, maybe time will bring him the answer.