[comprehensive] billions of sweethearts

Lestrade looked at Sherlock's disdainful and mocking eyes, patted his head, and muttered to himself: "I really think too much, and I'm still tired from working overtime..."

Adhering to the principle of being kicked by a donkey for disturbing other people's relationship, he walked up to Moriarty, carefully took off the bomb/bomb, put on the handcuffs, and said solemnly: "Wait and go to jail."

Moriarty chewed his gum, blew out a bubble, and after frying the bits in Lestrade's face, he clapped his hands happily and laughed.Before he was pulled out with his arms twisted, he curled his lips towards Sherlock, with dark malice in his eyes.

"I know, your weakness is gone."

"The more stupid you are, the more you like to be self-righteous." Sherlock walked out arrogantly with his chin raised slightly.

After watching his wayward younger brother walk out safely, Mycroft gently held Ellie's hand, opened the suit to reveal the wound inside, and his tone was full of unconcealable pity, "Ellie, does it still hurt? "

Ellie, who buried her face in McCoff's arms, snorted muffledly, her soft voice was subconsciously coquettish and cute, "It doesn't hurt. Seeing that you are fine, it doesn't hurt at all."

She smiled and raised her head, tiptoeing to get close to McCoff.But her ankle was throbbing, which made her gasp, and she leaned crookedly to support Mycroft to stand still.Ellie curled the corners of her mouth softly, her voice lowered because of the pain was weak and pitiful. "I forgot I sprained my ankle. It's okay, just hold on..."

Arms passed through the bends of the legs, easily picking her up.Mycroft lowered his head, and gently kissed Ellie's eyes, his breath was blowing the thick eyelashes, and the shattered eyes released from the trembling were delicate and beautiful.

Close your eyes to feel the temperature of your lips more clearly.Ellie's ears were itching and she couldn't help but rubbed against Mycroft's chest.After realizing the intimacy and ambiguity of her actions, she blushed and softly shouted: "Macrof..."

"What's wrong?" Mycroft carefully placed Ellie on the stretcher, leaned over and held her slender feet, rubbing her swollen ankles, "It hurts?"

Anthea, who was about to report to work, sat back in the car silently and kicked over the dog food silently.She raised Ellie's level to five stars in her heart.

Before the boss regarded Miss Ellie as his future wife, firstly because Miss Ellie gave him trust and loyalty, secondly because he needed a smart and calm wife of the British government, and thirdly because Miss Ellie could talk to little Sherlock Holmes Mr. gets along very well.

But now, Anthea is sure that Boss regards Miss Ellie as his future wife only because he loves her.For no other reason than simply because there is no alternative.

The love of Sherlock Holmes is hard-won, but precious.

Anthea nodded slightly as she looked at the beautiful girl with a contented smile and gentle eyes after wiping off the dust on Mycroft's face with her hand.

Ellie shrank her feet, shook her head shyly, and raised her head to call out to a nurse, "Miss Nurse, please clean and bandage him."

"Ok."

The blond-haired nurse carefully sprayed the medicine on Mycroft's bloody/meaty wrist, and wrapped it with a bandage.Then he raised his hand, wanting to deal with the bruises on his face.

McCoff pushed the nurse away and sat next to Ellie, the black umbrella knocked on the ground, "I don't like strangers getting too close."

Ellie smiled apologetically at the nurse and took the things.Standing in front of Mycroft, he touched those wounds gently and carefully.

Ellie's movement wasn't too big, but her naked breasts were still bouncing softly.Through the bright red color of the clothes, Mycroft subconsciously squeezed the handle of the umbrella tightly.

He quickly held Ellie's hand, leaned close to Xiao Qiao's ear and said something, and then carried the girl whose cheeks were instantly flushed into the car.

Ellie shrinks back shyly and embarrassingly, burying her face between her knees, and Mycroft's words keep circling in her mind.

With her eyes closed, she took out a bag from under the seat, and it really contained the thrown underwear.

"...the green dress. I picked it up..."

Thinking of Mycroft calmly walking to the curb to pick up her underwear and pocketing it made Ellie feel a surge of shame.

She clutched her chest, her expression was shy for a while, sad and angry for a while, and it was unpredictable for a long time before she finally regained her composure.Although her cheeks were still flushed, she managed to put on her clothes with trembling hands.

"Absolutely in the future! I will never do this again!"

Ellie swears through gritted teeth.She always felt that the underwear on her chest was weirdly warm, as if Mycroft's fingers were sliding along the skin.

She made another psychological suggestion of self-deception before slowly rolling out of the car.

Sherlock was standing by the car talking to Watson.

When Watson saw Ellie, he was worried and said angrily: "It's too dangerous, how could you rush into the fire like that! If it wasn't for the arrangement, Moriarty would definitely hurt you!"

"Morning, there are arrangements..."

Ellie murmured softly.She carefully recalled the appearance of the unlucky killer, the bloody wound was still scorched black.Not the wound from the escape, but the gun/wound.

She pointed to the man who was talking to Mycroft, her gaze fell into Sherlock's eyes, and she asked softly, "Sherlock, is that person the FBI?"

Sherlock glanced at her inexplicably, nodded, "That's right."

Ellie aggressively brushed up her fluffy long hair, and walked unhurriedly behind Mycroft, with her arms folded around her chest, she evoked a charming and charming smile.

When McCoff turned his head, he saw that Ellie was like the queen Hera who greeted Zeus, with noble temperament and awe-inspiring inviolability.

"Mycroft, congratulations on your successful cooperation with the FBI to capture Moriarty."

Ellie smiled brightly and brightly, and her extremely deep smile made shallow pear dimples appear on both sides of her cheeks.

Mycroft was dazzled by this rose-like fiery and passionate charm, "Ellie, I'm glad you're so happy about my business."

"Yeah, I'm really happy!"

Ellie's words were bitten hard, and with the bright smile on her face, it made people feel the swelling anger more clearly.

"Ellie, everything is perfect, why are you mad?"

For the first time, Mycroft was puzzled, and he quickly grabbed the girl who turned around and left.I want to use a hug to resolve this inexplicable anger.

Ellie kicked Mycroft on the calf, "Mycroft Holmes, you are so smart, can't you think of a reason why I am angry?! You, Holmes!"

She angrily walked to the side of the road, stopped a taxi and sat in it.

Seeing that McCoff didn't catch up to the station and was sprayed with exhaust fumes on the side of the road, Ellie felt a little distressed, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Take yourself as a bait...I'm going to kill myself, and I expect others to feel sorry for me!"

She gnashed her teeth and muttered, and even forgot the pain in her ankle.

Under the concealed sympathy of everyone, Mycroft walked up to Sherlock and stared at him with a frown.

Sherlock spread his hands, "Maybe Ellie can't accept that you are a fat man who is overweight, oh, and you may be bald in the future."

Watson couldn't hold back his smile: "Pfft...I'm sorry."

The author has something to say: the entry into v is over, tired and paralyzed_(:з」∠)_

Come and love me~(￣▽￣～)~

And thank you for supporting the genuine little angel, blowing a kiss Q3Q

Forecast in advance, maybe Ellie will return to the scene of the explosion in the United States tomorrow, cherish these candies QvQ