[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

The mind is everything to me, the body is just an appendage. ——BYS.H.

On the last day of Connie's 27-year-old, she finally completed her life event.

— Married Sherlock, who was 37 years old and ten years older than her!

After talking about love for so many years, starting from the age of 20, and now having passed the first seven-year itch, she feels very proud~

More importantly, after being slapped in the face by Sherlock for so many years, finally, on the first night of their wedding, Connie finally decided to start fighting back.

Although the wedding is very romantic, God is also very helpful.

And Sherlock is also very powerful at the wedding.

However, this night was the result of her planning for a long time.

The new house is still located in 221B.

——In fact, there is no such thing as a new house. Although the Holmes family has a frightening amount of property, they will still live in 221B after they get married in the near future. The only change is that Connie moved from downstairs to upstairs.

However, she has slept in Sherlock's bed countless times.

Alex, who received the bouquet, and her dear boyfriend got bored. After Sherlock killed the guests who were drinking with him at the speed of light-including Lestrade who had passed out and Mai who had survived until the end Kauf.

#I have to say that my brother who is several years younger than me is already married#

#Although he feels very pleased#

#But today, when his hairline is so high that I am startled#

#He is still a single dog#

#Anyway, even Lestrade has passed his second marriage#

#Divorced and also a widower#

#He is still single#

After washing the heavy makeup on her face, Connie made coffee to keep it warm, fried juice for herself, and sat on the sofa with a small plate of dessert to watch the drama.

Their wedding date was set long ago. After a busy day, she was so tired that she just wanted to stay at home and watch a drama quietly.

#There is only her at home#

#Mrs Hudson and Henry immediately flew to Rome for vacation after the wedding#

#She who should spend her honeymoon stays alone in an empty boudoir and watches dramas at home#

#Sure enough, even if you are married and run to the third, you are still a dead house#

Swiping through the latest movie step by step, it was near midnight that Connie fell asleep.

The sound of the door opening and closing downstairs woke her up suddenly from half asleep.

Empty plates fell on the floor heating under the sofa, and there were still bits of creamy chocolate on the silver fork.

One got up and accidentally touched the glass, half of the glass of milk fell on the table, and the milk immediately spilled all over the floor.

Connie frantically wiped up the milk one by one with a paper towel, and before she finished cleaning up, she saw Sherlock coming in from the door on the second floor with a refreshed face.

"Come back?" Connie was a little surprised, thinking that he would be blocked by that group of people today, but unexpectedly came back with a refreshed face.

Don't drink too much!

"There's coffee on the table. Drink some if you need it. Are you hungry? Shall I make you some late-night snacks?" She had long hair reaching her waist, a white nightgown that reached her knees, and her washed-out face was covered with bruises. Soft and warm.

"Hic." After a long time, a hiccup came out of his silent face.

There was a dull look in his eyes.

Although it was quickly concealed by his expression, it was seen by Connie.

"drunk?"

"It's okay." Mouth full of alcohol.

Connie pulled him to sit down with a funny face: "Take a break, I'll make you hangover soup." The curly hair was straightened on purpose, but it was obvious that his expression at the moment didn't match his age.

After clapping her tightly clenched hands, Connie pressed him on the sofa, looked into the flaxen green eyes that stared blankly at her, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Be good." The older he gets, the more childish he is, obviously she is on her way to the third, but he is on the fourth, right?

Sure enough, after being so comforted, he calmed down and stopped moving, but his eyes were still staring at Connie.

Connie put her scarf on behind the door and went downstairs to make hangover soup.

Little did they know that as soon as the door on the second floor was closed, the person on the sofa immediately sat up.

With a clear look and sharp eyes, where did the drunkenness come from?

The slightly red cheeks were still there, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes. Sherlock took out his phone and sent Walter a text message.

[The advice you gave doesn't work at all. ——SH】

[Impossible, the exact steps and results have been explained on the Internet, did you miss any steps? —— WO】

What step did I miss?

Sherlock frowned, and began to recall the steps when he entered the door just now.

Eyes, very good.

Posture, fine.

He even did the acting like a baby written in the steps.

What's wrong?

Could it be that the hug just now wasn't deep enough?

[Dude, you are already 37 years old, I am the same age as you, and now I have a second child with Paige, you have to hurry up! ——WO] Look at this tone of hatred.

Sherlock's eyebrows twitched: 【It's her first time! ——SH]

As soon as I typed it out, I received a message: [You are not!Oh my god, you're a 37-year-old man, don't tell me it's your first time, give me some strength, brother! —— WO]

Sherlock looked at the message, his fingers stiffened, and felt a little embarrassed for the first time.

This long silence is probably because the other party has realized something. After all, he is also a genius with an extremely high IQ, and after being with Paige, his EQ has risen as fast as a rocket.

[...Don't tell me, buddy, it's your first time too.So that's why you grabbed our research? —— WO]

#晚的沃特 always thought that Sherlock didn’t know how to treat Connie for the first time#

#After all, even he and Paige have rolled over several times as early as ten years ago#

#So Irene, that woman with such a good figure is naked in front of Sherlock#

#天啦给his brother will not have any problems! #

【SOWHAT.—SH】

There was another long silence.

Sherlock poured a cup of coffee and downed it in one gulp, his brows were already wrinkled and almost knotted.

After a long time, there was another news.

Putting down the message, Sherlock clicked on the text message: [Sherlock, don't listen to Walter, just let nature take its course, tell Connie how you feel, and if you can, say some sweet words, and then everything will fall into place. ——Paige.]

Over there, Walter was already on the phone to share the embarrassing story of Sherlock Chuye with a group of friends. Here, Paige finished sending text messages, and couldn't bear to pick her husband's ear.

"Water, you are so rude!"

"Hahaha who made him so hopeless..." He who has been suppressed for many years, how could he not take this opportunity!good!Laugh at that genius!

Paige akimbo: "Hehe, it sounds like you are very good at it. Who was it that went to the cancer department of the hospital for an X-ray scan after kissing me because of a fast heartbeat?"

A cold and noble question immediately silenced Walter, and suddenly he heard bursts of ridicule coming from the other end of the phone, and turned off the phone with an extremely embarrassing expression.

"Okay, I won't laugh anymore." After tomorrow, there will definitely be new materials!

When rumors spread, Connie had already made hangover soup and went upstairs with a plate.

After Sherlock received the text message, he lay back on the sofa again.

Connie opened the door and walked to the sofa, but saw a mobile phone on the table, while Sherlock was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, and there was a coffee cup beside the table.

"Sherlock, wake up, drink some hangover soup before going to sleep." Connie wanted to call out softly, but before she could speak, she saw his eyes suddenly opened, and he stared at her as before.

But after more than ten years of being stared at like this, she is quite used to it.

"Wake up, drink some hangover soup." She helped him up, took off his coat, covered his legs with a blanket, put the tray on the blanket, and signaled him to drink.

But I saw him sitting motionless.

Eyes are still looking at her.

Connie turned down the volume of the TV, saw him still sitting there like a statue, and sighed, it seemed that he was really drunk to a new height tonight.

Picking up the bowl, she began to feed herself.

He was very obedient, and drank slowly, except for those eyes, which were still staring at Connie.

After half a bowl, Connie finally got goosebumps.

God, he didn't stare at her for so long even when he proposed. Could it be that he likes to stare at people when he's drunk?

He didn't come back drunk, I'm afraid that those people were all stared at by him.

"You are beautiful today." He suddenly said something from his mouth.

Connie was startled and almost dropped the spoon.

Looking at his earnest praise, I feel a little tired.

Connie paused: "Thank you, you are also handsome today."

The corner of his mouth curved, and another sentence came out.

"I love you very much."

puff!

This time the spoon really dropped completely.

Looking at the soup stains on the blanket, Connie frowned.

"What's wrong"

"It's nothing, just to say some sweet words to you." He said naturally.

sweet Nothing.

It must be that group of people who taught him, and it was really difficult.

Connie smiled: "I love you too."

He looked a little embarrassed, maybe because of embarrassment, Connie guessed.

But he didn't know it, and this wasn't the first time he said it, even though he didn't know it himself.

"OK, The'smakelove." He grinned, and under the bright smile came the words that made Connie dumbfounded.

"Now?" Surprised, Connie was a little shy, but she became very interested when she thought of her plan. Isn't this right in her arms~!

"Well, now." He nodded, threw the bowl and blanket on the ground, and hugged his petite wife in his arms just like in the video.

So impatient ==

Connie raised her eyebrows, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

"But, Sherlock, you know, didn't you say that your mind is everything to you, and your body is just an accessory? And I remember that you have always despised those sexual behaviors." When the friends heard this, they would probably understand everything. Falling into the dung bucket for being too surprised.

It's still one square meter.

A puzzled look flashed across Sherlock's eyes. Paige said that for the first time, girls would feel shy. Why not Connie?

"I think I should respect you, shouldn't I? My dear husband." Connie smiled, and lightly sipped a kiss on Sherlock's lips.

The sweet smell of milk immediately overwhelmed the smell of alcohol in his nose.

Seeing Connie get up to tidy up the blanket, Sherlock licked his lips, the smell of milk spreading on the tip of his tongue... It didn't seem so unbearable.

Connie's face was already flushed from behind.

That was the first time she took the initiative to offer a kiss!

Although the first kiss was buried to Sherlock in an accident.

Kneeling down and touching her hot cheeks secretly, Connie got up and turned her back to Sherlock: "Do you want to take a bath? Shall I put hot water for you?"

Get up together, it is dizzy.

Connie hugged the blanket and saw his unusually serious face at the moment.

"Why, what's the matter?" She blushed and stammered.

But he was still serious, sitting on the sofa with someone in his arms, and the blanket in her hand was swung down again.

"Charlotte..." The lips were blocked suddenly, and the hot and humid warmth passed over her lips one by one, and gradually penetrated into the inside.

Connie smelled his familiar breath accompanied by the complex smell of alcohol, and suddenly felt dizzy.

"Of course you have to take a bath."

"...Ah?" What dates, do you want to eat dates?

"However, there is one very important thing before that."

"What's the matter?" Connie asked dazedly.

"Eat you." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, then lowered his head again...

"eat……"

On the bright TV, Brother Hammer just hit a snake with a hammer.

#Heroes mighty, full of broken tails#

The phone on the coffee table blinked on and off, but no one paid any attention to it.

On the lit page, there are several news within the latest 1 minute.

【SH: How do you know if she is willing or not? 】

[Ga Beng gabe: Why is my old man being asked this kind of thing by you]

[Toby: If a woman says no, she will!If you want it, you want it! 】

[Water: Blush and shyness is what you want! 】

[Richard: I have never met a woman who said no to me! 】

[Mycroft: fod'ssake, Sherlock, just go ahead! 】

#I’m going to be shameless#

#Male Gobi’s still mass posting#

#How is this group so hot and obscene#

After a while, there was no audio here, but there was still a flickering flickering over there.

[How is it, is there any progress? 】

[How is it, have you started? 】

[How is it, is it over? 】

After a while of caressing, Connie was finally overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol: "Would you like to take a shower first?"

Connie, flushed, looked like a delicious strawberry cream cake at the moment.

Sherlock licked his lips and kissed her: "Okay."

I suddenly crave strawberry cake.

Looks like he was right to empty the fridge.

Tomorrow, maybe Mycroft's men can open a strawberry cake shop opposite...

Panting and blushing, Connie watched Sherlock open his shirt and enter the bathroom half-naked before getting up to pick up the stall, but seeing his cell phone light up, he immediately picked it up curiously.

One after another text messages rushed into her eyes.

His little face was flushed, and his eyes were blazing with anger.

[There is no more! 】

[Water: What's wrong?So the block is over? 】

【GaBeng Gabe: Child, you can't do this...】

[Toby: O! M! G!]

[Richard: Tsk tsk, I want to show off my longevity with Beckett~]

【Mycroft: Connie, hello. 】

……

[Water: Mycroft, you've been troubled. 】

[Ga Beng gabe: You have been naughty with Mycroft again, I know you are jealous~]

[Toby: Same as above +1...but why does it feel bad...]

[Richard: Don't make trouble, how could Connie's brain find out~ Sherlock wouldn't be...wait. 】

【Mycroft: Hehe, how many times have you been spotted by Beckett? 】

【Looks like everyone had a good chat~——Connie Hudson】

……

【Water: Paige called me...】

【Toby: happy called me...】

【Richard: Beckett called me...】

[Ga Beng gabe: ...the coffee machine called me...]

[Mycroft: I wish you all a pleasant evening. ^~^]

#Big boss never explains#

ENDFORNOW

The author has something to say: Hahaha!

Here comes your long-awaited non-responsible episode!

Alright~ The focus is on "no responsibility", okay?

So don't mind if the text doesn't match in the future.

For example, the stalk when Sherlock got married, the author still has a lot of mysteries and jokes that have not been written~~~~

PS: There will be many more updates tomorrow! ~~~

Because the author is very busy for two days on weekends, I don’t know if I can update it, so I will try to update as much as possible tomorrow.

Because the number of words on the list seems to be nearly [-]... The author is really going to cry to death...

Well, happy reading, the author is off.

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