[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

In the end, they still ordered takeaway.

After all, none of them had the time to prepare dinner, and the roast beef dinner prepared by Francis was aborted.

However, the matter of getting takeaways was naturally handed over to McCoff, after all, Francis's face was really not suitable for taking takeaways.

When Frances came downstairs in her bathrobe to the kitchen, Mycroft was putting takeout on the table, and he looked up to see her blond hair dripping down her chest, frowning involuntarily.

"It's going to catch a cold, Eric."

"You really miss me Papa with your tone." Francis teased without fear of McCoff's sharp eyes. She sat at the dining table and smiled, "Chinese food?"

"Cantonese cuisine in China. You can try their sweet soup." Mycroft's preference for sweets has exceeded Francis's cognition.

After exchanging a kiss before the meal, Frances enjoyed her meal.

"You have to dry your hair before you go out." Mycroft first served himself a bowl of sweet soup.

Francis looked up suspiciously: "Are you still going out at night?"

"Go for a walk." Mycroft said lightly.

Francis' eyes lit up, and then she looked at McCoff suspiciously again. After all, McCoff, who is late in cancer, usually only likes to sit in the office and not take a step easily. Walking, a pastime with such a large amount of exercise, has never been his hobbies.

"Really?"

After seeing Mycroft nodding, Francis' first reaction was that she wasn't awake yet.

McCoff could easily see what Francis was thinking. He tapped Francis's white forehead with his chopsticks. He just got Francis' medical report yesterday. After all, she had been soaking in sea water for a long time. When she was rescued, she was breathing again. The heartbeat is suspended, which is much better than the report four months ago, but some indicators are still not optimistic.

After eating, Mycroft poured a glass of water and two pills and handed them to Francis, who frowned unhappily when he saw the pills.

She glanced at McCoff's face cautiously, and said in a dying struggle, "Can't I just stop eating?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and showed a horrible smirk: "What do you think, Eric."

Francis pursed her lips, took the pills and water, and drank it with the expression of poison.

"Go up and dry your hair." Facing Francis, who was getting more and more naughty in front of him, Mycroft was relieved but also had some headaches.

Francis trotted up to dry his hair, clucking the stairs.

"Etiquette, Alec," Mycroft called from below.

Half an hour later, Frances came down from the stairs, her hair was dry, she changed into a bright yellow dress, she wore a black coat, and Mycroft wore a sea blue suit. The suit was a color he had never worn before, a silver-red tie, which made him look much younger.

Francis raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you really going to a banquet?"

"Just going for a walk." Mycroft bent his arms, and Francis put his hands in naturally.

She chose a pair of white T-strap leather shoes, since high heels are too cumbersome for walking.

Mycroft insisted on wrapping a scarf around Francis before heading out.

"For God's sake, it's already March." Francis nearly rolled his eyes at Mycroft.

"It's too cold, Alec." Mycroft's control over Frances' health was horrific, and he even resented her bare calves.

Francis didn't want to argue with McCoff on this matter, she obediently asked McCoff to put a scarf on her, watching him carefully brush her golden hair away, the helplessness in her heart disappeared.

Mycroft took Francis to the Thames, where he could see the Ferris wheel known as the 'London Eye'.

"It's so beautiful. I still remember that you took me to ride the Ferris wheel on the first night of its operation." Francis asked Mycroft with a smile, "At that time, I didn't think there was anything interesting about this thing, but I'm surprised you brought me here."

In fact, when Sherlock entered the rebellious period at that time, Mycroft often suspected that there was something wrong with his own education method, so after reading a few education books he sneered at, he took the princess to the Ferris wheel to play.

In fact, there are many places in the UK that have their footprints.

These are all thanks to the educational books that Mycroft keeps in the bottom of the box.

Francis smiled at Mycroft: "But now, this big guy is still very beautiful."

The 'London Eye' has become a symbol of London in just a few short years.

"In a few months, Kate will be born." Francis is still very happy to hear about the family addition, "What gift should I give?"

Mycroft's dependence on Francis became more and more calm, and he was quite happy about it. After Sherlock saw this, he unceremoniously laughed at Mycroft for a month.

"The stroller is a great idea."

Francis just wanted to nod and then remembered something: "Oh, I guess the baby will use his grandfather's stroller. I slept in Liz's stroller, which is very old-fashioned and safe."

The British royal family is known for its frugality, and the cups her great-grandfather George VI used are still in use today.

"Maybe I should give a small wooden horse." Francis really has no experience with children. When Luisa was born, she was in the United States, so someone would naturally prepare gifts for her.

"That's a good choice." Mycroft kissed Francis' blonde hair.

Francis turned his head and asked, "Mycroft, what do you think they will name."

"George." McCordeau said lightly.

"This name is nothing new. George, Charles... all kings have similar names." Francis remembered the unique way of naming the royal family, or the way of naming all nobles. Desperate for the name.

"It's a tradition." Mycroft thought of something, and added, "In the future, you can choose a good name for your child."

Francis glanced at McCoff unexpectedly, and she even stopped to look at McCoff intently.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows at the little princess: "What's wrong?"

"I thought you didn't like children." When Francis decided to spend the rest of her life with McCoff, she considered the issue of children. In her opinion, McCoff didn't like children, and she was ready not to have children. After all, it was enough for her to be accompanied by McCoff for the rest of her life.

But today's chat was beyond Francis' surprise.

It is true that McCoff does not like children. This kind of goldfish cub has no reason at all, but his own children are not included. Although McCoff feels dispensable for future generations, his wife will be Francis, all of which It's different, having children is inevitable.

No one in this world knows which will come first, accident or tomorrow.

Coupled with the fact that he is 14 years older than Francis and the Francis family has longevity genes, no smart person can resist time.

If he left on that day, he could have educated a Sherlock Holmes to protect his clever and fragile mother before that.

"I didn't say I didn't like my children." Mycroft straightened Francis' long wind-blown hair.

Francis couldn't help laughing: "You really have a double standard, my dear. Do you like boys or girls? But no matter what, I will take the first name. Anyway, according to the Holmes family tradition, you are usually called the second name." .”

Mycroft nodded. In fact, Mycroft was indeed his second name. The first name was usually used to pay tribute to the great ancestors of the Holmes family.

"What name did you prepare?" Mycroft asked Francis with great interest.

"If it's the first boy, Fitzwilliam is a good choice. It just so happens that Sherlock and my brother are both named William." Francis said, "If it's a girl, you can call her Harriet, but she The third name has to be Diana."

Mycroft nodded and asked again, "You only thought of two names?"

Francis nodded: "Actually, I didn't think about it, Mycroft. I thought you didn't like children."

Mycroft took Francis by the hand and continued to walk along the Thames. They chatted about their future life. Francis has a bright mind, but his personality is a bit like her mother Diana, a little lively and even a little mischievous.

It can be seen from bullying William and Henry.

Mycroft is somewhat dull, but Francis not only keeps his pace but complements his personality perfectly.

"Prince Philip has let go." Mycroft talked about the things he was busy recently, and asked the male members of the royal family to agree to his engagement with Francis.

In fact, the two young princes really had no fighting power in the eyes of McCoff.

Francis looked at Mycroft in surprise: "How did you do it? Oh, it's amazing. Philip thinks Zara got married too early."

McCoff did not reveal how he moved Philip, but he said something pertinent: "Prince Philip was a good grandfather."

"You can't imagine his charm. After all, he conquered the queen." Francis's favorite family member besides Diana is Philip. "Is Papa the only one who disagrees?"

Mycroft finally knew where Francis' stubbornness came from.

Francis saw McCoff's helplessness towards Charles, and she smiled softly: "Don't worry, my dear, Papa will leave it to me to solve it."

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