[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The little fox who returned to the room failed to close the door again this time. She looked helpless at Sherlock, who was clasping the door panel with her hand and squeezed in like a loach.

"What can't wait until tomorrow?"

"I'm in a hurry." Sherlock said lightly, "Give me the phone."

The little fox dodged his eyes subconsciously: "What are you doing? Don't you have a mobile phone yourself?"

"Yes, but I don't have what I want in my phone." Sherlock held out his hand: "Here."

"Oh, what a coincidence, I lost my mobile phone!" The little fox pretended to dig in the pocket of his coat: "You should go to Watson to borrow it. His mobile phone has more functions and can meet any of your needs." The fox pushed Sherlock to drive him out.

The big bony hand grabbed the girl's slender wrist, and Sherlock pulled her over and over, twisting her two arms behind her back.

"Sherlock!" The little fox struggled a bit, the pain in her shoulder made her frown uncomfortably.

Sherlock dragged the little fox around in a circle, sent him forward, and pressed him against the door panel: "If you don't want to dislocate, then be honest and don't move." He reminded quite 'kindly'.

The big hands clasped the little fox's wrists with ease, and the blue, green and gray eyes slowly looked up and down at the woman who was pressing against the door with her back facing him.Suddenly, the man smiled, and his other free hand reached into the hem of her overly long clothes.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't be a hooligan!" Jeans are not good at this point, the pockets are close to the skin, but if there is a foreign object in it, there will be a feeling of direct skin contact.

"You overestimate your own charm." Said so mockingly, the soft touch from the fingers from the back pocket of the little fox's pants still made Sherlock's ears reddened uncontrollably.He quickly grabbed the mobile phone in his pocket and took it out. Seeing that the little fox was about to turn around, the other hand that was holding her wrist exerted a little force.

"Hiss!" The demon power that had just been gathered was suddenly dissipated by the pain, the little fox gasped, her pink lips turned red from being bitten by her teeth: "It hurts, take it easy!" She groaned in pain.

Sherlock turned his head slightly, his low voice was unusually sexy and hoarse: "What's the password?"

"If you let me go, I'll tell you." The little fox said the conditions.Sherlock would guess the password based on the client's living habits, and she knew it, but she was confident that he couldn't guess hers, because she had forgotten the password of her mobile phone, and the phone was opened only by voice passwords.And this password, Sherlock with an EQ of 0 would never think of it.

Sherlock snorted, obviously not accepting her terms.

"How long have you been in contact with Mycroft?" he asked while operating the phone.

The interrogation so close behind her gave the little fox a chill down her spine. She couldn't help moving her hand, and then remembered that she had wiped off the name on the back of her hand when she left Downing Street. It was impossible for Sherlock to see the trace.

"How long have you been in touch? I don't understand what you're talking about." The little fox pretended to be calm and said.

"Oh? Didn't you report my news to him to get a commission?" Sherlock asked without changing his tone.

"Of course not, how could I do that—"

I don't know when the opened mobile phone was sent to the little fox, and the screen entered the album page at this moment, and the photos with Sherlock as the protagonist accounted for two-thirds of all the photos.

The atmosphere froze, and the little fox twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

"Aren't you going to explain?" Sherlock asked unhurriedly.

"This..." The little fox thought for a while, and immediately answered, "Sherlock, don't you understand?"

"What?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Actually, I love you..." The little fox said in an ambiguous tone, "But you don't like me, so I had to take some photos, and express my admiration to your photos in the dead of night."

"Really? So the person you said you like is me?" Sherlock smiled, lowered his head slightly, and sniffed behind the little fox's ear with his tall nose: "Then explain why you have The smell of Mycroft?" At first, Sherlock also thought that the person that the little fox said often satirized her with low IQ and said that she was daydreaming was him.Until later Lestrade suddenly brought someone to rescue them...

Eliminate the impossible, and what remains, no matter how impossible, is the truth.No matter how much he didn't believe that the bald and fat Mycroft was attractive to women, it did happen.

"..." The little fox was sweating coldly.

"How close do you have to be with him to have such a clear scent?" Sherlock continued.

"I..." The little fox felt inexplicably guilty of being caught.

"Let me guess." Sherlock said in a calm tone: "You did think about pursuing me at first, but Mycroft felt that you were restless and not suitable to be with me, so he threatened you not to approach me. And as you said yourself, you are a restless playboy, and you can't do without a man. So you turned your attention to McCoff, and in the name of monitoring me, you not only got money, but also got a relationship with McCoff opportunity to connect."

"..."

"You disappeared for a while after you left the police station. Did you follow McCoff to his office? If I didn't send text messages, you probably have developed further with him?"

The little fox felt that he was right in agreeing to McCoff not to provoke Sherlock again!This kind of analysis that almost strips people down really makes the hair stand on end.

"It's really not wronging you to say you're stupid. We have the same surname Holmes, why do you think Mycroft thinks you're not suitable for me but for him?" Sherlock let go of the little fox's hand, clasped her shoulders and turned her face Self: "When you are complacent about successfully approaching him, he will only analyze your use value in his mind and what benefits he will get if you let you approach him."

The little fox blinked, and looked innocently at Sherlock with a pair of bright eyes.

"He won't be emotional with anyone, and everything you do is useless." Sherlock finally concluded.

"So you are concerned about me." After listening to a lot of analysis, the little fox finally heard something from the twisted words.Sherlock said so much, but he was actually trying to persuade himself not to waste his sincerity on Mycroft, so as not to be hurt: "Sherlock, I misunderstood you before, so you are such a good person!"

Sherlock, who was issued a good card, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Wasn't he expressing clearly enough?He just wanted to tell her that McCoff is not a good man, she chose the wrong partner, she should choose...Anyway, she can't choose a man like McCoff!

"But it doesn't matter what Mycroft thinks in his heart, I don't care." At first, the little fox didn't think that McCoff would take a fancy to him.Besides, using something, who is not...

"Really." Sherlock withdrew his hand suddenly and took a few steps back to distance himself: "Then I hope you won't be annoyed by crying when you are abandoned." He said coldly.

The little fox smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I won't cry, thank you for caring about me."

"Then it's time for us to discuss another issue." Sherlock raised his chin slightly.

"Huh?" The little fox was taken aback.

"How much did Mycroft pay you?"

"..."

"You take my photo to pay back the money, shouldn't you give me half of it?"

"..." The little fox thought he had forgotten about this!

"Here." Sherlock held out his hand.

In the end, the little fox transferred half of the commission to Sherlock.Seeing that the account suddenly lost [-] pounds, the girl was heartbroken.

"Alas..." In the bright classroom, a dozen or so students sat in their own seats and listened to the teacher's lecture.There was a man and a woman in the corner, and the girl lay weakly on the table, looking hopeless.

"Fox, don't be sad, you can make money again when you run out of money." It has been many days since the beginning of the class, and the little fox will always feel down for a while from time to time.Jim knew she was upset about the loss of money, but the depression had lasted a little too long.

"It's not just about the money." The little fox was depressed not only because the money was lost in half, but also because McCoff was missing.According to the dark-haired beauty Anthea, he was on a business trip and his return date was uncertain, which was what caused her the most headaches.Although her estrus is coming to an end and the cycle of disturbance is getting longer, it doesn't mean that she won't break out.Especially since flirting with Mycroft in the office, she felt that her body was starting to move again.But at this critical moment when it could explode at any time, Mycroft was on a business trip, not counting the business trip, and with her phone turned off, she couldn't contact him at all!She used her demon power to enhance the sensitivity of her five senses and could only track the approximate direction. It was really difficult to find his location accurately and teleport there.

"What happened again?" This woman is too capable of causing trouble.

The little fox raised his head slightly, and looked at Jim who was worried about him with a tangled expression: "Jim..."

"What's wrong?" Jim responded quickly.

"If one day I do something irreparable to you, you must forgive me." The little fox frowned worriedly.Although she said she wanted to have an affair with Jim, in fact, after successfully getting close to McCoff, she didn't plan to do anything to Jim.But now... it's not going to work.

"?" Jim looked puzzled: "What irreversible thing?"

"That's right..." The little fox stretched out his fingers and ticked Jim.

Jim hesitated for a moment, but turned his head and put his ear close to it.

The little fox whispered a few words in the man's ear: "That's right, tie you to the bed, tear your clothes, and squeeze your cock dry..."

"You!" Jim straightened up sharply.

"Will you be on top later?" the little fox suggested.

"fox!" Jim yelled in a low voice with his face flushed, "This is a public place!"

The little fox didn't hear Jim's stop, and rubbed his chin thinking to himself: "But up there...can you do it?"

"..." This woman!