[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The little fox felt that Mycroft's pressure was getting lower. Could it be that his lack of sincerity did not impress him?She rolled her eyes, holding back tears in her eye sockets.

"Brother McCoff, I beg you to please me and Sherlock! We really love each other!" The little fox grabbed McCoff's arm, his face full of Qiong Yao's eight o'clock sadness.

Mycroft: ...I really want to shoot her!

"If you lie, your tongue will be cut off." Mycroft turned his head slightly, and looked down at the little fox's grinning mouth.

...that sound familiar!

"I'm not lying." The little fox pleaded in a low voice.

"You really think I can't see it?" Mycroft smiled softly: "You won't fall in love with anyone at all." Whether it's Jim Brooke, Sherlock, or him, all she longs for is the boring things on the bed .She is like a goblin in oriental legends, all the sweet talk and coquettish dependence are just for the sake of getting a man's energy.This is a ruthless bad woman, if possible, he would not want to have anything to do with her.

Unfortunately, it's too late...

From the beginning of time travel to the present, this is the first person who really sees through her.It is true that she will not fall in love with anyone, and the reason is not the dramatic secondary reason of being cold-hearted and cold-hearted.It's that she is playful, sentimental, greedy, and she doesn't want to give up the whole forest because of a tree.

Well, to put it simply, she is scum...

The little fox slowly withdrew his hand on McCoff's arm, moved his body back, and most of the expressions on his face disappeared, leaving only a guilty conscience.

"But it's okay, Sherlock and Jimbrook may care about your sincerity, but I won't." Tapping his slender, white fingers on his overlapping legs, the man said with a half-smile.

What does it mean?The little fox was a little puzzled.

Before the question could be asked, Mycroft's cell phone rang suddenly.He signaled the little fox to keep quiet, and he connected the phone himself.

"Sherlock." The man greeted the person over there in a rather good mood: "Long time no see, how are you?"

"What about her." The mood of Sherlock on the other end was completely opposite to that of Mycroft, and it felt very uncomfortable to be cut off, especially that woman actually left with McCoff!

"It's here." Mycroft glanced at the little fox pretending to be an ostrich.

"I don't think you'd let me talk to her, would you?" Sherlock said affirmatively.

"Yes." Mycroft admitted very straightforwardly: "Not only will you not be allowed to talk to her, I plan to prevent you from even seeing her."

The little fox's eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly looked up at Mycroft.etc!This is not quite right!What do you mean you can't even see each other?What does he want!

"Need I tell you that infringing on other people's right to personal freedom is an illegal act?" Sherlock said in a condensed tone.

Mycroft chuckled rather arrogantly: "Do you think I care?"

Although the little fox couldn't hear what Sherlock said on the other end of the phone, but from the words of Mycroft, she felt more and more bad premonitions in her heart.

The car drove for two hours and arrived in London smoothly.It's just that they didn't go to Baker Street, but went directly in the opposite direction to the block near Downing Street.

"Where is this?" A single black iron gate separates the road from the yard. Behind the iron gate, the dark red door exudes a sense of mystery.

"My house." Mycroft replied quietly.

again? !The little fox's heart tightened, and then he thought that he and Sherlock were brothers. The Holmes and his wife now lived in a small country town, and there would no longer be two elders in the house in front of them.

"Come in." The man stood inside the door and smiled at her.

Suddenly being so gentle, there is either a conspiracy or a conspiracy!The little fox shivered, and his feet took a step back involuntarily.

"Come in." The man's tone was low, the corners of his upturned mouth were slightly flattened, and the momentum that made his heart pound was like a sea wave rushing towards him.

The little fox swallowed her saliva: "That's bothering you." Let's see the tricks, anyway, she has demon power as a trick, so it's no problem.

Comforting himself in this way, the little fox cautiously followed Mycroft into his house.

The decoration style of the villa is very similar to that of McCoff's office, with dark red wooden furniture and a working fireplace near the black leather sofa.A delicate and beautiful clock hangs on the wall above the fireplace, and retro decorations everywhere line the interior.

Knuckle fingers pinched the buttons of the suit and unbuttoned them one by one. Mycroft took off his coat, revealing his body in a white shirt.He casually hung the coat on the hanger, then reached out to take the little fox's coat and hung it next to his clothes.

The little fox thought that a man of status like Mycroft would hire a butler to serve him no matter what.But he didn't expect that he was the only one in the house, and the job of pouring water and making coffee was done by the boss himself.

Through the kitchen door, a man walks in the kitchen shrouded in sunlight.He was only wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and his straight back made his posture extraordinarily tall and graceful.The little fox glanced at the man's slender waist, knowing that it was just an illusion given by the front and back. If you look at it from the side, you can vaguely see the belly covered by the shirt.

The little fox who used to attack his soft belly couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" Mycroft, who came out with two plates of snacks at some point, asked lightly.

"Laugh at you softly—" the little fox stopped talking in an instant, and was still mocking his master under the eaves.She scolded herself in her heart, but on the surface she smiled and shook her head: "It's nothing, I just thought of a joke suddenly.

Laugh at him softly?Mycroft felt the veins throbbing in his temples.Although he knew that she might not mean that, but Mycroft still felt that this outspoken woman needed to be dealt with!

McCoff's coffee making skills are surprisingly good, the taste is mellow, and the mouth is soft and smooth.Especially although he despised the way of drinking with sugar and milk, he still prepared everything for her.It tastes bitter and sweet in the mouth, very delicious.

I finally understood why he didn't hire a butler, and it was a waste to hire someone else just because of his own craftsmanship.

The little fox stuffed a small biscuit into his mouth. It was crispy and delicious, with a moderate sweetness. It was so delicious that people couldn't help but have another one.

"Is it delicious?" Mycroft sat on the single sofa, hooking the ear of the white porcelain cup with his slender fingers, and occasionally took a sip of hot black coffee.

"Yes, it's delicious! It's as good as what old Mrs. Holmes made!" The little fox nodded repeatedly and praised: "Where did you buy it?"

"I did." The man replied lightly.

"You did it?!" The little fox looked at the calm boss with a dumbfounded expression.The image of Mycroft wearing an apron baking small biscuits in the kitchen suddenly popped up in his mind, and he choked on a mouthful of biscuits, and took several sips of coffee before he could breathe.

"Is there a problem?" Mycroft looked at the little fox.

Yes, I have!Of course there is!Boss of the government, the legendary Iceman actually has such home skills!The aloof and dignified image of Mycroft in her heart collapsed in an instant, and her mind was full of images of him wearing an apron spinning around in the kitchen.

"No..." The little fox forcibly suppressed the picture in his mind, and shook his head timidly: "Then can you cook?"

"Are you hungry?" Mycroft asked back.

"A little bit." Originally, I went to the supermarket with Sherlock to buy ingredients for dinner, but was dragged away by McCoff, and now I just ate some small biscuits when it was dinner time.

Ding Dong!

Mycroft moved his eyes, raised his hand to pick up the remote control from the coffee table and pressed two buttons, and the iron gate outside and the door of the villa opened automatically.

"Boss." The female assistant Anthea walked into the house with people with large and small bags: "Miss Fox's luggage and the ingredients for dinner have been brought."

What?my luggage?The little fox quickly turned over and knelt down on the sofa and looked behind.Those two black boxes are really familiar!

This guy doesn't really want to imprison her here, does he? !The little fox looked at Mycroft.

"Put the luggage in the room next to me on the second floor, and put the ingredients in the kitchen refrigerator." McCoff ignored the burning gaze of the little fox and ordered directly to his subordinates.

"Yes." The group of people nodded and got busy very efficiently.

"Well, I'm too much trouble for you living here." The little fox said with a dry smile.

"It's okay." Mycroft looked indifferent.

"But, but, I have paid the rent to Mrs. Hardison, so it's a good thing I can't stay here temporarily." The little fox tried to persuade Mycroft: "Why don't you let me live for three months, and I will live with you? "

"No need." Mycroft smiled, and took out a bank card with black and gold patterns from his wallet and handed it to the little fox: "I'll give it to you." He said quite generously, as if what he handed out was just A piece of toilet paper, not a gold card in general.

Wow!This gesture of giving money is so handsome!

The little fox stretched out his hand in a daze to pick up the valuable VIP gold card, and when he was about to touch the card, he patted his hand and held it down.Sober up you money-greedy bastard!Don't be tempted!She beat herself hard in her heart.

Seeing the little fox's struggle and vigilance, Mycroft snorted a little amusedly: "Haven't you understood your situation yet?"

The little fox blinked and looked at him

"From this moment until death, you can only stay by my side."

He doesn't care about her purpose for him, or whether she loves him or not.All he knew was that he liked her, and that was enough for him to do all the bad things he could.In any case, if she provokes him, she won't be able to stay alone.