[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Oh...my Connie, I'm really sorry for you, you must be terrified." In 221B, Mrs. Hudson obviously also received the news. Henry has always been very careful about this future adopted daughter, and told his subordinates to pay attention It is indispensable, but now that he is a good man, the speed of receiving many news is much slower.

Otherwise... the boss of the West District must appear in front of his future adopted daughter as soon as the incident happened, and protect her!

It was a rare occasion that Connie didn't reject Mrs. Hudson's sensationalism, on the contrary, she felt very useful.

"Well, it's quite scary... But fortunately, I'm back." Thinking of those bloody words, Connie's whole body got goosebumps.

In her lifetime, she even had the chance to mess with a perverted murderer, and she didn't know whether it was something to be happy about or to light three candles silently for herself.

"Don't worry, Connie, I have a few friends who live nearby, and we will go out less recently...the police will also be patrolling outside." Henry was very disdainful of the group of useless patrolmen, but in the future The stepdaughter seems to respect those police officers quite a bit, so it seems that speaking out will make her feel more at ease?

Connie sent him a thankful look, not to mention the police, the boss of the West District is also very powerful. They are protected by black and white, which is much better than staying alone in that strange hospital. There is no wood!

"Thank you, Henry." She thanked, and was greeted with a very warm hug from Henry.

"Don't be so polite, we are all family."

The three looked at each other and smiled, Sherlock, who didn't feel that he was out of place at all, looked at the scene and stood there expressionlessly.

Lestrade looked at the family with emotion, turned his head and saw Sherlock's eyes looking over, and his feet went limp again.

"Since Connie is home, I will go back. This case still needs to investigate some areas. If there are any specific problems, Connie, please talk to Sherlock in detail. We will catch the people behind the scenes as soon as possible. Don't worry." He made a swearing expression, and ran away as soon as he finished speaking, not giving Sherlock a chance to ridicule.

Sherlock didn't even look at her. He only looked at Connie for a while, then turned and went upstairs. The fluttering scarf was slowly torn off his neck, revealing his slender and fair neck. The V-neck shirt showed a cold look. breath.

"Come upstairs when you're done. I have something to ask you. Also, a cup of coffee and two candies." He said intently.

Henry glanced at this boy dissatisfied, but saw that his daughter didn't look unfair at all, and felt a little bit unfair. Is it true that, as my dear said, Connie is such a good cabbage, she is about to be treated unfairly by Sherlock? A pig who doesn't understand emotions is kicked?

It's very unpleasant to think about it... It will change back to the rhythm of the boss of the West District in minutes!

Connie obviously didn't know that Mrs. Hudson was now as crazy about her men as she was about herself.

In fact, she felt very comfortable and natural with Sherlock's rude appearance, if one day Sherlock said something like "Excuse me, please"...she would really be scared to pee?

Disrespect is not the scariest thing, abnormality is...

Since she couldn't take a shower, Connie made coffee and went upstairs after washing her face.

In view of the fact that too many things happened today... She hasn't washed her face since she fell asleep last night ￣_￣.

"Sherlock, coffee." She knocked symbolically on the door and pushed it away.

Sherlock would reply "Please come in" at the beginning, but later he could recognize the person knocking on the door by the sound of knocking on the door, and then he would ignore it, and Connie learned to be good, anyway, she never locked , but she will still knock on the door symbolically before entering - it is out of habit.

Sure enough, Sherlock sat on the sofa and read the newspaper by himself.

It's The Times today.

She brought the coffee in front of him, and was attracted by a bag on the coffee table.

The delicate nose moved slightly, and the slender neck squirmed slightly.

What, it smells so good...

Sherlock didn't say thank you anymore. He took the coffee and began to drink it in one gulp. His emerald green eyes flashed across her slightly pale face. In an instant, it looked a little more kind.

Even the micro-expression, he can control it very well.

"Want to eat?"

Connie remembered how she couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and Sherlock probably saw it, and she smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Then take it, it's takeaway, I'm not interested." He didn't explain too much, but just looked not very interested.

Connie glanced at him in surprise, takeaway food?

When is the food available?

She picked up the bag, which was still warm, and with a twinkle in her eyes, she turned to Sherlock, who was lost in his own world at this time, seemed to be very intently reading the newspaper, even the coffee was in his hand not moving.

The whole person is like a sculpture.

"Is this the food you bought? Then I didn't eat very well, sir. I haven't eaten for a long time." She asked tentatively.

Sherlock didn't look at her.

"It's okay." He just replied, and ignored it.

Connie was silent for a long time, then she stood up with the bag and the tray: "Well, I'll divide it into two halves, and each of us will have half. Thank you Sherlock for the porridge, I will eat it well." Her eyes showed a bright light, It was scorchingly bright.

Sherlock remained unmoved, and he didn't look up at Connie, as if there was no one in sight.

Connie didn't get angry at all, she took the bag and left the room with a gentle smile on her lips.

Sherlock has been with her since the wee hours of the morning, so where is the time to go shopping?

If he ordered takeaway, it might still be possible.

It's just that when she asked for the second time, he didn't refute her at all when she said "this is the food you bought".

She went to the kitchen and opened the bag. Inside was porridge with a very beautiful color. The aroma could not be blocked even through the lid, and a lot of grains were added to it.

She happily opened the lid and divided the thing into two portions. Because the portion was very large, she simply gave two extra portions to Henry and Mrs. Hudson.

The new parents have clearly ordered that they must not do any housework these days, and Mrs. Hudson will also be responsible for cooking.

After thinking about it, Connie felt that this matter was a bit unreliable.However, there are takeaways that can be ordered, but it doesn’t matter much, it just costs a little money...

After dividing the porridge, she sent the porridge up to Sherlock, went back downstairs, and began to eat quickly!

"(ˉ▽￣～)Cut~~It was given to me on purpose!~" She murmured happily while eating, she was about to be lost by the taste of the porridge, if she was offered this kind of porridge every day, cut it There is nothing wrong with a brain chip...

The sorrow of foodies.

"Connie, be hungry. The porridge will be ready soon. The doctor said..." Mrs. Hudson came out of the kitchen in her apron. She saw Connie sitting on the table and thought she was hungry. The aroma immediately moved his nose.

"I'm already eating porridge. Sherlock bought porridge." Connie turned her head, only to find that the kitchen that had been quiet had started to smoke.

"It's a big portion, come eat it too, it's delicious!" She smiled and stood up and pulled Mrs. Hudson past her.

"Where's Henry?"

"Oh, he went to fix the bathroom pipe, it just exploded." Mrs. Hudson looked happy.

Connie nodded: "Then warm the porridge for him."

Mrs. Hudson sat down and ate without ceremony.

The first mouthful conquered her tongue.

"Oh! Where did Sherlock buy the porridge? It's so delicious." Mrs. Hudson felt something was wrong when she tasted the first one.

Connie nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I never thought that such a delicious porridge can be made with these ordinary grains."

Hearing Connie's words, Mrs. Hudson gave her a cool look, and then began to savor it carefully. After a few seconds, her palms trembled slightly: "Sherlock said?"

"what?"

"Nothing... where did you buy this porridge?"

"I don't know... Sherlock said he ordered takeaway, maybe he ordered takeaway..."

The corners of Mrs. Hudson's eyes twitched... Which porridge shop in the world is so extravagant, not to mention using the soup made from deep-water abalone to cook porridge, and adding top-quality lobster meat to it?

When did London have such a high-end porridge shop that she didn't know?

Besides the craftsmanship, not to mention the ingredients, even if such expensive ingredients are given to ordinary chefs, they may not be able to make this taste.

It looks ordinary, but in fact, I don't know how much work has been put into it.

Sherlock... Huh, he's very ambitious...

I belong to YY myself, but she knows that those are all her own bad tastes, so she really wants to abduct her little Connie?

snort! ╭(╯^╰)╮Absolutely—Yes—Reject—Definitely! ! !

Thinking of someone's wolfish ambitions, Mrs. Hudson's brain became bigger and bigger, and her hand movements became more and more violent. She didn't care about tasting the taste carefully, so she finished a bowl of porridge.

Connie stared dumbfounded at Mrs. Hudson's devouring. It was so delicious that it made people want to cry!

But isn't this eating pattern a bit inappropriate...

"Well, it's not bad, but it's just a bowl of porridge. If you eat too much, you will get tired. Connie should take a good rest after eating, and you should have a good rest in the next few days." She was a little bit gritted her teeth, thinking that Connie was too late Mrs. Hudson withdrew angrily.

Turn around, in a daze.

Well, I'd better drink her porridge obediently ヾ(￣▽￣)Bye~Bye~

Unexpectedly, in the bedroom, Mrs. Hudson closed the door, rushed into the bathroom and threw herself into Henry's arms. She wailed and grabbed her collar and cried, "Honey! Sherlock That old bastard actually fell in love with our Connie...!"

Life is full of wonders.

In the hospital, Amanda finally watched the hired professional cleaning staff clean up the blood on the wall, and left work tired all over.

At noon, she drowsily walked home in the face of the rare sunny day.

"Are you back?" There was another key hanging on the door.

A crisp and gentle male voice sounded in the bachelor apartment.

Amanda smiled slightly, and leaned into the arms of the oncoming man, with a shy smile on her face.

"Well, something happened in the hospital. I just finished dealing with it. I'm so tired..." The slightly cool palm touched her stiff neck, and the coldness made her shrink slightly, but the corner of her mouth smiled unconsciously.

The man gently massaged her slender neck, as if touching the most perfect artwork, with pity and nostalgia.

"It's so comfortable...you're the best." She smiled, got up and put her arms around his neck, her red lips pressed against those thin lips.

"Thank you...my princess..." The man showed a slight smile with a magnetic voice, and the sexiness and deepness rubbed each other, which was enough to drive a woman crazy.

The flaxen eyes were slightly bent, showing a gentle smile, the pupils stared at the shy smiling face, but the eyes were full of indifference and gloom.

The author has something to say: Yesterday's one wasn't thick enough... Today's one is a little longer!

The author has done his best!

The main inspiration is not to meet the author every day ╮(╯_╰)╭

Thank you cute things for your mines, the author will work harder! (づ￣3￣)づ! ~~~