[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

Sherlock knows a lot, such as psychology, law, chemistry, anatomy, and geography.He knows tobacco ash like the back of his hand, and he is even more proficient in guns and ammunition, but he has no deep understanding of women's hearts.He will use his charm to win the favor of the lady, so as to achieve his purpose.But Sherlock pales in comparison when the lady is surrounded by an equally attractive and scheming competitor.

"Fox, do you have something else to do?" Jim with a slightly embarrassed expression reluctantly took his hands away from the little fox's back: "Then I won't delay you." He twitched the corners of his mouth and moved aside two steps.

"I'm fine." The little fox felt that Jim's self-esteem was hurt by what she said to Sherlock about the "little man", and she hurriedly followed him two steps: "It's their business, I'm just bored to join in the fun That's all."

"Fox, aren't you with us?" Watson looked at Jim and then at the little fox who was focusing on the man at the moment.

Sherlock pursed his lips slightly, ignored the unhappiness in his heart and turned around with a cold face: "Watson, can't you see such an obvious thing? It just saves trouble if she doesn't follow, and makes it easier for us to move. Let's go." , he strode away.

"Sherlock!" Watson yelled at Sherlock's back, but the other party walked more and more anxiously.Helpless, he had no choice but to hurriedly say goodbye to the two little foxes: "Let's go first, fox, call on the phone."

"Is this okay? Your friend seems to be angry." Jim asked with some concern.

"It's okay, don't look at him caring about his friends playing with others now, but when he devotes himself to the case, he will forget everything." The little fox smiled indifferently.

The little fox thinks that Sherlock may die alone in the future, or else he will tie the knot with the case.From the last time the two kissed at the scene of the crime, he didn't say anything after the incident. He just took a look at her and then concentrated on investigating the scene. It can be seen that he is really difficult to hook up.This is also one of the main reasons why she readily agreed to Mycroft to give up Sherlock.He put all his attention on the case, and she thought that she couldn't defeat the case as her love rival.

"Do you have any plans for the future?" the little fox asked Jim.

"Go to the supermarket to buy vegetables, stay home for a while, and then start making dinner." Jim replied after checking the time.

"You know how to cook?" the little fox raised his eyebrows.

"Well, the craftsmanship is not very good, but it can be eaten. Do you want to try it?" Jim invited very politely.

"Okay, okay!" The little fox nodded again and again: "What can you do?"

"What do you want to eat?" Jim and the little fox left through the detection gate at the entrance of the museum.

"Me?" Wow, Jim's question seems to be asking her to be casual.Is he so good at cooking: "Of course I want to eat Chinese food the most, but it's a bit difficult to make Chinese food."

"It's okay, I can try." Jim said with a faint smile.

Since Jim agreed to try it out, the little fox would not be polite to him.She smiled and ordered spicy chicken nuggets, braised fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, fungus eggs and other home-cooked dishes, and then the two went to the supermarket to buy according to the menu searched on the Chinese website.

Supermarket, imported seasoning section

"Anthea, what are you doing?" The handsome man with short dark blond hair looked strangely at his girlfriend bending over and hiding beside the shelf like a thief.

"Hush!" Anthea quickly reached out and grabbed her boyfriend to hold her down: "Shut up!"

"What's wrong?" Seeing Anthea like this, the man also became nervous.

Anthea didn't expect to see the boss's girlfriend cheating on her in the supermarket. Why is she so sure about cheating?Hehe, look at the harmonious atmosphere of picking seasonings, the ambiguous look at each other and the occasional physical contact, the shy and contrived white lotus appearance of that brat, they have no special relationship, and her Anthea's name is written upside down!

It's a pity that her boss is still nestled in the dark office waiting for the girl's text message on the mobile phone, but the two of them are shopping happily like a young couple.Anthea frowned, feeling sorry for the boss who had been single for more than 20 years but was poached by the white lotus brat.

Anthea took out her phone, muted it, and turned on the recording function.

The little fox, who didn't know that someone had recorded his interaction with Jim, checked out the seasoning and left with him.

The place where Jim lives is located in the center of London, a high-end single apartment, and the location is excellent.He can buy a house here, which is enough to show that he has some family background.

When you open the door, the minimalist interior decoration makes people's eyes shine.The classic black, gray and white constitute the main color of the house, and the wood color mixed in the middle dilutes the coldness.To be honest, the unexpectedly handsome decoration style really caught the little fox. She still thought that the little angel's home should be a cute and warm pastoral style.

"Sit wherever you want." Jim reached out and took the little fox's coat and hung it on the hanger by the door: "I'll make you tea."

"En." The little fox still adhered to the principle of not being curious and not moving. After looking around to confirm the environment, he sat down on the sofa obediently and waited for Jim's next arrangement.

The figure inside the kitchen door flashed by, and Jim twitched his lips as he looked at the little fox nestling on the sofa, obediently like a little lazy cat.

Ding Dong!

The little fox took out his phone and looked at the text message from an unknown number.She raised her eyebrows, looked back at the kitchen, and carefully opened the text message before Jim came out.

sweet, what are you doing? --unknown number

Sure enough, it was him, the little fox pouted, and immediately responded.

I'm on a date, so I don't have time to play games with you today. ——Mysweetheart

who?Jim Brooke?Or Sherlock Holmes? --unknown number

Of course it's Jim, can you imagine Sherlock dropping the case and dating a woman? ——Mysweetheart

No, but why are you dating Jim Brooke?Didn't you say you liked me last time? [Sad] - unknown number

I like you, but you rejected me, so I have to find someone else. ——Mysweetheart

What if I say I accept it now? --unknown number

accept?The little fox recalled M's gentle and provocative voice, and smiled slightly on his face.

Of course you are happy to accept me! ——Mysweetheart

Then you come to me now. --unknown number

Not now, this time slot belongs to Jim.Let's find another time another day, find a hotel, and make an appointment for one night [Blow Kiss]. ——Mysweetheart

So you want to have an affair?I don't mind, but aren't you afraid that Jim Brooke will be sad and angry when he finds out? --unknown number

Don't worry, little angel Jim is easy to deceive, he won't know. ——Mysweetheart

"Why are you so focused on what you're doing? You didn't even respond." A soft male voice suddenly sounded from behind.

The little fox who was concentrating on flirting with M was taken aback, quickly turned the phone upside down, and jumped up.

"What's wrong?" Jim seemed to be frightened by the little fox's violent reaction. He widened his eyes slightly and apologized embarrassedly after a while: "Did I scare you? I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Seeing that Jim was still some distance away from her, and she could not see her mobile phone at that position, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "Is the tea ready?"

"En." Jim walked over with a smile, and gave one of the cups of black tea to the little fox.

The two sat on the sofa again, Jim took out his phone from his pocket and pressed it a few times, his eyes scanned the screen.Suddenly, he raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled, causing the little fox who was drinking tea with his head down opposite to be puzzled.

"What are you laughing at?" The little fox asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing." Jim raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the little fox with a smile: "I just saw a joke." Ha ha...

The preparation time of Chinese food is a little more troublesome than that of Western food. After the little fox and Jim finish drinking the tea in the cup, the time is about the same.

"I'll cook, you can watch TV, or read a book." Jim unlocked two more permissions for the little fox.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to show off your skills." The little fox waved his hand and watched Jim enter the kitchen.

In fact, the little fox wanted to help Jim very much, but her cooking skills were seriously biased. Except for the rough and wild open fire barbecue, she couldn't explain all the other cooking methods.

Leaning comfortably on the soft sofa, the little fox took out his phone and looked at it, but m didn't reply.She must have been busy, she shrugged indifferently, and cleared all the text messages.

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I have to say, sometimes smart people are really enviable.It was obviously the first time he came into contact with Chinese food, but Jim made a table of delicious Chinese home-cooked dishes based on the recipes translated by the little fox.

The little fox ate the chicken wings whose bones were removed by Jim in one bite. It was spicy and salty, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The deliciousness made her eyes shine.

"Well~" the girl held her face happily: "Jim, you marry me!"

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!" Jim froze for a moment, choked his throat with a mouthful of white wine, and coughed heart-piercingly.

"Are you okay!" The little fox quickly got up and walked over to pat his back: "I'm just kidding, don't be afraid, I won't marry you by force."

"Ahem!" Jim:  …

Coughing red eye sockets, almost tears, Jim finally passed the breath.He leaned back slightly on the chair and exhaled heavily, his tearful eyes glanced at the little fox with some resentment: "It's all your fault." His voice was soft and completely lacking intimidation.

Poor and cute, think ri...

The little fox tilted his head and coughed a few times, quickly collected his mood, and apologized solemnly: "Blame me, blame me."

With this outburst, the little fox stopped talking.She concentrated on eating hard, and drank a sip of wine to moisten her mouth when she was dry.

Jim didn't expect the little fox's drinking capacity to be so bad, but she had already started to shake after only two small glasses of wine.Looking at her slack eyes and ready-to-move body, Jim cried out inwardly.This woman is going crazy with alcohol!

"Jim..." Her voice was so sweet and tired from being soaked in wine, the drunken girl staggered on the table and stood up.

"Fox, you're drunk." Jim, who had never dealt with drunks before, had a headache.

"No...no." The little fox shook her head ignorantly, and walked to Jim with the help of the table: "Look, I'm not drunk."

Jim sighed helplessly, got up and supported the little fox who was about to fall: "You can't stand still, let me help you go to the room to rest."

"No...don't rest." The little fox got into Jim's arms crookedly: "I want to play games with you!" She clutched his skirt tightly with both hands.

"Game? What game?" Jim carefully hugged the little fox to prevent her from falling.

Her pitch-black eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, and her cheeks were flushed with redness, giving her a unique beauty after being drunk.She put her arms around his neck and pulled it down slightly, her head slightly raised, but she didn't put her lips on the thin lips.

The sharp teeth slowly approached his Adam's apple, biting gently:

"It's... this game."