[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"To be honest, even if all the terrorists in London have dropped out of school, you don't have to come see me off yourself." Francis pushed the sunglasses on his face and looked at McCoff who was beside him, frowning, "Sir, you won't get on the plane with me, will you?" .”

"Just to see you off."

Francis raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's really considerate, sir. I hope my friends in the United States can be so nice."

"Mr. Cooper?"

"Yeah, he's still twitching. Like a tsundere little princess. Well, Sherlock has a higher EQ than him. Sorry I didn't mean to offend." Francis shrugged.

"Obviously. I couldn't be more pleased with that."

Francis and Mycroft smiled at each other, and she coughed twice: "I heard that Sherlock and Watson have solved another case, which is about smuggling in China."

"Yes, he has recently become enthusiastic about public welfare, like a hardworking bee."

"Haha." Mycroft's statement made Francis laugh. "You don't like it very much?"

"On the contrary. It's better to find something for him to do than to take drugs when he has nothing to do." Mycroft swung his little black umbrella.

"Does that Alice, or Jessica have any clues?" Francis asked, "I have to say thank you very well."

"That lady is very good at hiding, and the clues will be broken when they reach Switzerland." Mycroft frowned, making his whole face more serious.

"It turns out that someone can really escape from the control of Mr. Mycroft Holmes. It seems that Miss Jane Doe has won my respect." Francis raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Oh, Eric. Iamnotgod." Mycroft said to her helplessly, "Even I have things beyond my control."

Francis seemed to re-evaluate Mycroft for a while: "There is indeed a gap between the British government and God."

Francis looked down at the Wellington watch in his hand, and stroked the fallen hair: "Ah, I have to go. I will call you when I arrive in the United States."

Mycroft gave Francis a courtesy hug. The 21-year-old girl is still wearing fruity Burberry perfume, sweet and warm marzipan, peonies, vanilla and amber, filled with a youthful taste.

"Be safe, Eric."

"I will. Goodbye, London, sir."

Francis glanced in McCoff's direction before going through security, and found him still where McCoff was, smiling at him.

She entered the cabin and took her seat.

Many people don't know that this is her own private jet, and there are no other passengers except her.

She bought it after she cooperated with Nolan. She can't be expected to fly a helicopter across the Atlantic Ocean.

Francis was about to turn off the phone when it rang.

is an unknown number.

"Hallo, I'm Francis."

"Good day, Your Highness Francis, is your headache better?"

There was a cold gleam in Francis's blue eyes. "Good day, Dr. Ford. I think I'm doing fine with my headache."

"Well, this is really unexpected. It seems that you can always bring surprises, Your Royal Highness." The female voice on the other end of the phone was full of jokes.

Francis frowned: "It seems that I am at a disadvantage, Doctor Ford."

"It is inevitable that I will be at a disadvantage in the game. Even if Iceman like Mycroft is still Sherlock, do you think they will win?"

"I don't think it's the end yet. Who knows? I have a question I'd like you to clear up for me." Francis said calmly, "Who are you?"

A chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "I told you a long time ago, Your Highness Francis."

Francis wanted to say something more, but the other party had already hung up the phone.

Her Royal Highness Princess Francis said she was not angry at all and kept smiling.

The plane finally landed in Los Angeles, and it was still Nolan who came to pick him up.

Nolan, with his new haircut, has matured a lot, and he gives Francis a hug.

"Miss you so much, Sissy."

"I miss you too, Nolan." Francis also gave Nolan a hug, "How are you doing recently, or is Emily disgusted?"

"No." Nolan snorted softly.

Francis smiled and did not expose Nolan. After she got in the car, she handed Nolan an invitation.

"what is this?"

"My birthday party. During the day you can announce the establishment of the London branch. At night you can come to my birthday party." Francis said with a smile.

Nolan was puzzled: "Aren't you going to show up at the London branch?"

"That's my hometown, I'm afraid I can't control the compliments coming out of my mouth." Francis shrugged, she wrinkled her nose, "You know, for my England, there is always something, um~ extreme Emotions."

That's right, she is a fan of the Empire.

"Okay, I'll be in charge. Then in Munich?" Nolan raised an eyebrow at Francis, with obvious meaning.

"Leave it to me with confidence." Francis felt that if he shirked responsibility, Nolan would definitely quit.

After solving the company's problems, Nolan is ready to solve their food and clothing problems: "Do you like barbecue rolls, Siss?"

Francis looked at Nolan with azure blue eyes: "I'm not a vegetarian, of course I like it."

"I found a very delicious Texas barbecue roll shop. The taste is amazing. Oh, by the way, what dishes will you prepare for your birthday party? Don't be a dark dish like haggis soup." Nolan frowned As if stuck in some bad memory.

Francis really loves the cuisine of my British Empire. If you keep talking like this, I invite you to eat and look up at the stars. Let me tell you.

"Don't worry, the dishes of nobles have always been very good." Francis couldn't help but defend the British cuisine, "Actually, we also have a lot of delicious food."

"Come on, I heard that your grandfather, Prince Philip, complained that British women really can't cook. And they are the most honorable women in Britain." Nolan continued to complain.

Francis: Very well you have successfully lost the baby.

"Come on, the French baguette is too hard to eat and can be directly used as a murder weapon." Francis knew that he could not refute the cuisine of his motherland, so he directly slandered France.

Nolan turned his head and glanced at Francis unexpectedly: "You are a real Englishman, Siss. If I asked you which is the shortest book in the world, would you answer—"

"History of the Heroes of France."

I knew it from Nolan's face.

Francis frowned: "But it's true. You know that the Eiffel Tower is like a giant penis. However, it is a landmark building in France. You know how lacking their heroes are. "

This is the worst time the Eiffel Tower has been hacked.

Nolan nearly slipped the steering wheel.

"Hey Baby, tell me you haven't seen penis. Male."

Francis curled his lips: "I have never seen a living person. I have seen a lot of corpses. I visited the medical anatomy room once."

Nolan breathed a sigh of relief, and he pretended to cough twice: "A good girl shouldn't talk about this. Of course, I also think that those French people are enthusiastic and have no integrity."

Francis smiled and said nothing: "Ah, apart from French cuisine, I really can't find any good points. Speaking of which, Italian cuisine is also good. Seriously, all the national dishes that can flirt are very good. Is cooking Is it related to flirting? But Chinese people just listen to the truth."

Nolan now really feels that every British person, and a very intelligent British person, really hates the French.

The author has something to say: The high-end black of the Eiffel Tower is not my idea. I read Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code and wrote the beginning of this country that uses genitalia as a symbol.Then I was never able to look directly at the Eiffel Tower again.