[Comprehensive British and American] The male god takes home

"BANG!" "BANG!" "BANG!"

Early in the morning, 221B Baker Street was a bit overcrowded. Watson, who had just solved a smuggling case dragged by Sherlock the day before, was forced to get up after a few hours of sleep. Getting up made him a little irritable.

"Damn it, let's have some bloody murder case."

Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, Sherlock, the childish ghost, counted the time and complained: "Boring."

Watson rolled his eyes, checked today's newsletter with his mobile phone, and planned to go downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee: "I don't mind booking a plane ticket for you. I'm busy in Clay, France. I don't know if you are insisting What." The last sentence was said in a very low voice, full of dislike for the two people's different interests.

Sherlock, who is obsessive and persistent in some respects, said that he will never compromise, a gorgeous turn, and a strong figure wrapped in a silk robe has a sexy taste.I grabbed a notebook on the table, opened it and entered the password, and screened the entrusted cases in my personal blog.

"My husband hasn't slept with me for the last two months, and I suspect he's cheating. Please..."

"Sherlock, that's my computer, why do you..." Watson saw his computer turned on skillfully, and felt that the headache caused by getting up early was even worse.

"It took me two months to wonder, heh, why did she go there in one month." Sherlock's high-speed reading did not stop at the slightest, "Hello, Mr. Holmes, I am the farmer of House Farm. There are small livestock missing."

Watson raised his hands to his head, making a gesture of surrender, not to provoke this grumpy man who was abandoned by his girlfriend.

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[France, Clay is busy]

Gu Yan had received an invitation from a private collector of Clay Mang half a month ago to study the maintenance and restoration of two ancient paintings in his family.The reward given by the big family is very attractive-a cross necklace of some years.Moreover, it was too boring to stick with Sherlock almost every day in the past two months, Gu Yan felt that it was necessary for him to go out for a trip and enjoy the wild flowers and weeds outside.

Once again, relying on his beauty, he was given free coffee by the clerk and a lot of sweet words, Gu Yan felt that he made the right decision.The French are so lovely.

The barista is a handsome local guy with brown hair and blue eyes. His face has soft lines, not like the cold and profound features of Germany, but has a sense of Asian delicacy.After seeing Gu Yan enter the store, he deliberately went around to the front of the bar, the praise in his eyes was as intoxicating as grape wine: "You must be the incarnation of Eos, bringing today's first ray of sunshine into my store."

"A cup of latte." Gu Yan supported his head with one hand, the loose knitted sweater exposed half of his shoulders and a little bit of collarbone, with the lazy and sexy in the morning: "I don't have a golden carriage."

The coffee was quickly pushed in front of him, and Gu Yan held the cup and watched the barista fiddle with something behind the console.Ten seconds later, a simple postcard of a golden carriage was placed in front of him, and there was a string of beautiful cursive French written in the lower right corner of the card:

To the beautiful goddess of dawn

Gu Yan tore off a page of the coffee shop's note pad, folded a rose in twos and left it at the bar, waved goodbye to this interesting episode, and got into the stretched luxury car sent by his employer.

【Sorrensis Castle】

Old Mr. Phil seemed to like those two paintings very much, so he personally brought Gu Yan to the storage room with constant temperature and humidity, and gave her to restore them.

Before coming here, Gu Yan carefully looked at the chromatographic scanning and age identification that Mr. Phil had asked a professional team to test before. After visiting the oil painting exhibition of a similar age, he had a preliminary plan for this work.

Gu Yan dipped a cotton swab in distilled water, gently wiped the mildew on the oil painting, waited for it to dry, mixed the paint he brought with him with a little turpentine, and adjusted it against the surrounding colors in the painting.The landscape painting is still relatively well preserved, and another painting of the Holy See War has experienced some historical hardships, and a small piece of wing was seriously damaged.

After finishing the last painting on the light-receiving surface of the feather, Gu Yan added a few small grayish-yellow dots, added some old-fashioned treatment, stood the painting against the wall, stepped back a few steps to make sure there was no abrupt place, and put it away Paintings, out of the workshop.

After knocking on the door and entering, Gu Yan found a new face in this castle.

"Sir, my work is finished. You can go to check and accept later."

"Thank you very much for your help. Tomorrow the castle will hold a small banquet. If you are interested, Miss Numen can come to attend."

Perhaps it is because of the romantic gene in the French people's bones that no matter what stage they are in, they still retain a pure sense of youth.Mr. Phil blinked mischievously, and said sweet words that people couldn't bear to refuse.

"I don't know if I, an old man, still have the charm to attract this fairy from Mount Olympus to my little banquet."

Gu Yan has no resistance to this kind of handsome old man with the traces of time at the end of his eyes, but with the charm of a mature man. They always treat Gu Yan as if they are pampering their own children.

Just as Gu Yan was about to agree, the dark brown-haired visitor turned his head and looked politely at Gu Yan, but when he turned to Phil, his expression changed instantly, with exaggerated dissatisfaction on his face: "It's difficult Believe me, Phil, I've known you for so long, and you refused to introduce this lady to me, but just secretly hid in your castle. She is not Rapunzel."

"Oh, old gentlemen are out of fashion these days. Then Jin, please entertain Numen for me, and show her the works and beautiful scenery in the castle. I believe you will have a lot of common topics." Phil took one hand to the other. Garden, "I'll go and see the arrangements for the banquet, enjoy yourself, young man."

Jin's facial features were a bit feminine, but in the environment of the old castle, there was a little more interest, and he performed a standard gentleman's salute.Gu Yan smiled and patted his arms lightly, listening to him introduce the exquisite layout of the scenery in the garden, some legends that once happened in the castle, and the Greek myths about flowers.

Jin walked to a camellia plant on the side—the flower color is light pink with layers of layers, but it is a regular hexagonal corolla, picked off a branch that was carefully pinched at the back, and walked in front of Gu Yan.The girl really has a pair of caramel-colored eyes that make people addicted. Jin leaned down and got very close, smoothing the hair around the girl's ears with his overly white fingers, as if he was treating a very precious work of art seriously.

Gu Yan could smell the cologne on the other party's body, the very soft floral scent matched his temperament.Feeling the teasing from the man opposite, Gu Yan felt a little ready to move.

She is a person who can't stand provocation, if you try to tease her, she will definitely make you want to burn :-)

"Your beauty always makes me want to destroy." Jin fixed the camellia next to Gu Yan's ear, ran his fingers across the hair, and rubbed it on his neck lingeringly.

Gu Yan glanced at Jin's figure blatantly, and deliberately stopped at certain positions: "Your sexiness also makes me want to conquer, so if we try, who will lose?"

The sharpness in the eyes is completely different from the docile and well-behaved look before. It's hard to imagine that it's just a change in eyes and temperament, like a completely different person.

Jin licked his lips with satisfaction and accepted the challenge: "I like you the way you are now, baby." Except for the bloody smell in the words, the eyes, temperament, and heartbeat have not changed at all, just the right smile, and just the right thoughtfulness.

The left hand hidden in the trouser pocket beat an unknown beat.

The Egyptian prince lying on Gu Yan's chest quietly reminded: "Gu Yan, are you going to climb the wall? Do you need to give me a lucky buff to reduce the probability of being discovered by curly hair? Speaking of which, you came here, didn't you It’s just for meat. That’s right, that fledgling has no experience, so for the first time we need to find someone with good skills…”

"Shut up, idiot." A Lang, who was strangled by Gu Yan in his pocket to endure his anger, stopped his teammates from continuing to die, but said a more terrifying topic, "He is gay."

"Damn it, that's why he wants to cheat us into marriage?"

A Lang was pinched even tighter.

The author has something to say:

After thinking about it again and again, I decided to write an original case, and let Mo Niang appear on the stage to attract a wave of fans: D

Sherlock is about to encounter a corner crisis

Today's prince is still in need of a beating