[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Sherlock was beaten by a woman, he didn't get the pictures, and he was approached by a group of CIA, with a gun pointed at his head.

"CIA. Don't they know that you are McCoff's younger brother?" Francis poured two cups of coffee for Sherlock and Watson. got fired."

"What? That's the CIA?" Watson said, putting down the newspaper.

"So what? Mycroft is the British government. People in the United States are aiming their guns at the younger brother of the British government. People like him who control the late stage will not do nothing." Francis put the muffins on the table. Serve, "Honey flavor, hope you like it."

"Mycroft doesn't like honey muffins." Sherlock said pretending to read a newspaper.

Watson said quickly, "I like the taste of honey."

"No, you don't," Sherlock said bluntly.

Francis looked at the poor muffins on the table: "Mycroft is not here, no one wants to prepare his taste. If you don't want it, I will take it down to Mrs. Hudson."

"Keep it." Sherlock turned a page of the newspaper, "Has Mycroft been on a diet recently?"

"I adjusted his diet. Thank you for bringing his medical report." Francis put his hands on the table and approached Sherlock, squinting, "You like to watch him suffer, don't you?"

"Suffer?" Watson wondered.

"Restricting sweets is suffering for Mycroft."

Francis added: "He acted like I was torturing him."

Torture the British government?

Watson, the only normal person present, trembled.

"Oh, how about Ms. Philip's wedding?" Watson immediately changed the subject.

"A low-key and luxurious wedding. Zara was very happy, everyone was very happy." Francis served two apple pies, "and no media allowed. Very private wedding."

Sherlock put down the newspaper, glanced at Francis with the same green eyes as Mycroft, and picked up the newspaper again: "I will tell McCall that you want a wedding."

Francis walked up to Sherlock and stomped on him: "Why don't you discuss that you were whipped by a woman with a sex whip?"

"Heyguys, why don't we talk about Christmas?" Watson interrupted the two men who were tense, as he usually did.

"I spend Christmas with Mycroft. He and Sherlock don't spend it with the family. Sherlock doesn't spend it with him. And I don't want to see anyone in the family at all." Francis sat and enjoyed her watching Apple pie, "So we decided to spend it together. I'm still thinking about making a turkey."

"You can prioritize his weight. Then think about that turkey." Sherlock said ruthlessly.

"What's Christmas without a turkey?" said Watson.

"Oh, Comeon, John, you really think Mycroft and Frances care about Christmas." Sherlock put down the newspaper and spoke quickly, "Mycroft hates all holidays, it's definitely the saddest day of the year. "

"You hate Christmas, don't you think it's because the criminals go there, Sherlock?" Francis raised an eyebrow, and she looked at her watch.

"Is the Queen okay with you not spending Christmas with them?" Watson asked.

Francis took a sip of her black tea: "Wow, I told her that Philip encouraged me to enjoy life, so I'm going to live with my boyfriend. I think Liz will turn her fire on her husband."

"Aha, smart girl."

"Don't worry, when they sleep together at night, everything will be normal the next day." Francis put her finished plate in the kitchen sink.

"Boyfriend, huh? Francis, you think Mycroft is your boyfriend." Sherlock said mockingly.

"Hey, Sherlock?" Watson reminded Sherlock that this was not a good topic.

Francis turned to look at Sherlock: "Otherwise, how do you ask me to explain to Liz, I can't tell her that I want to spend Christmas with my bed partner, or your old friend. That kind of explanation will not let her Agreed. And, I know, having slept doesn't mean boyfriend and girlfriend. I have to go and do some shopping for Christmas. Bye, boys."

After Francis left, Watson began to criticize Sherlock's education.

"Sherlock, you shouldn't have said that."

"That's the truth, John. They're not boyfriend and girlfriend even if they slept." Sherlock frowned, unable to understand why Watson blamed him.

"Sleep, it's a boyfriend and girlfriend to a certain extent, Sherlock." Watson said, "And it hurts you to say that, Sherlock."

"John, this is all a goldfish's idea." Sherlock said irritably, "Mycroft likes Francis, but it doesn't mean he will have sex with her. He will treat their relationship more seriously. Instead of having a relationship so soon .It doesn’t make sense, it’s not like McCaw.”

"Sherlock, that's what two people in love do."

"But, that's Mycroft. Mycroft wouldn't be like any goldfish...Macroph he...OMG..."

Watson sat up straight: "Did I hear wrong, you just said, OMG, what do you know? Sherlock?"

Sherlock shook the newspaper to cover his face: "Nothing!"

"Sherlock?"

"Nothing! John, don't you have an appointment with Sarah? You're going to be late."

Francis returned to Pall Mall from the mall and put the food in the refrigerator. She turned and saw Princess Alexandra Kent outside the window, now it was nothing but green leaves.

Frowning, she poured herself a glass of water when her phone rang.

is an unknown number,

"Hallo."

"Good day, Your Highness." A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, charming and charming.

Francis paused: "If I were you, I wouldn't make this call, Ms. Irene Adler."

"I just say hello to you on Moriarty's behalf."

"I don't think you got my number from Moriarty, Ms. Adler." Francis put the cup back in its place. "If you're afraid of Moriarty making you a shoe, I don't think I can help." you."

"How do you know it's me, Your Highness? It's surprising that you pay so much attention to me."

Francis was playing with an apple in his hand, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth: "If you are choosing a game object, I think you have miscalculated the object. Ms. Adler, Angela is quite suitable to be your toy. But some people , you shouldn't provoke, like Moriarty, or me."

"How many people in this world can be compared to Moriarty? Your Highness, no offense intended." The woman on the other end of the phone spoke frivolously, and Francis could hear her panting provocatively.

"Three, but there will only be two soon. Ms. Adler. By the way, if Moriarty knows that you are calling me, he will stop you before then." Francis put the apple down. , "I think I should hang up, Ms. Adler, before you ruin my Christmas. Also, try calling this number again. My method is much bloodier than Moriarty."

Francis hung up Adler's call, just as McCoff came back.

She frowned and asked Mycroft, "Am I attractive to girls, sir?"

Mycroft put the black umbrella away, turned his head and asked, "What did you say, Eric?"

"Sonofabitch, give me a call. To tease. I tell her to get away or I'll tie her to a cross and burn her."

Mycroft frowned and looked at the angry Francis: "Etiquette, Eric."

"Shouldn't you be angry? Oh, forget it, let's skip this topic. Let's talk about the Christmas dinner." Francis turned and rolled his eyes, "You shouldn't expect any normal reaction from Holmes. "

The author has something to say: I think there should be no desserts in the Christmas dinner.