[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Weallhavesecretswekeeplockedawayfromtherestoftheworld…Friendshipwepretend,relationshipswehide. Butworstofallishthatloveweneverletshow.

Everyone has secrets that they don't want to be known to outsiders: false friendships, close relationships... But the worst thing is the love we bury in our hearts, and these hidden secrets are the most dangerous The early morning in London was rarely called clear, and Vespa entered the white building at No. [-] Boulevard with complicated emotions.

In the Diogenes club on the first floor, several middle-aged people were sitting silently reading books and newspapers. Vespa just took a quick glance and discovered that the members of this no-talking club were all big names with familiar faces.

Holmes' assistant, Anthea, walked beside her, and only spoke after entering the second floor, "This club created by boss gathers three-quarters of the foreign ministry officials and half of the senior councilors."

Vespa raised his eyebrows, "Wow, Mr. Holmes' influence can be seen."

"The Diogenes Club often holds various activities, if you are interested, you can participate in them," Anthea gave an example, "For example, during the turmoil in South Sudan, sponsoring an expedition to study the "source of the Nile"; the situation on the Indian border When I was nervous, I ran to the Himalayas to "find snow monsters" and so on."

Vespa admired, "That's why we say that Mr. Holmes is the British government himself."

Anthea, who always lowered her head and fiddled with her BlackBerry, observed the surrounding area, and after confirming that the British government was not found within tens of feet, she approached Vespa and whispered, "So you really have an affair with the boss? "

"... adultery?" Vespa blinked.

Anthea changed the word, "Oh no, I mean dating."

Vespa thought for a while, "Mr. Holmes has no desires or desires, and he doesn't even need the prestigious title of knighthood, let alone a woman with ordinary intelligence."

"I'm really worried that the boss will die alone," Anthea spread her hands. "A workaholic boss who ignores personal emotions will make you have no time to date."

Vespa expressed his understanding, "Who made the most powerful man in the Commonwealth of Nations a career madman who is keen on manipulation."

Blackberry Sister Anthea looked at her with curiosity and anticipation in her eyes, "—so you are really having an affair with the boss?"

Vespa thought for a few seconds and was about to answer her when the door opened behind him.

"Anthea, in an hour, if the investigative documents on the recent progress of Iran's nuclear weapons have not appeared on my desk—"

Mycroft Holmes stood in the office, holding a golden pocket watch fixed on the vest of the three-piece suit, and showed an impeccable and perfect smile to the two ladies, "You can follow that expedition to South Sudan Study the source of the Nile."

Anthea, who sat behind her desk and started working at an extremely fast speed: ...Jesus Christ, she will never dare to gossip about the boss's personal affairs from now on.

The British government looked at Vespa and put the pocket watch back into the pocket of the three-piece vest, "Miss Linde, we should talk about your upcoming deportation to the Republic of Uruguay in South America."

Vespa followed him into the dark office. The portrait of Her Majesty the Queen hung behind his desk, while the humanoid British Government looked at her expressionlessly, tapping its fingers rhythmically on its knees.

"I don't know anything about Spanish, the official language of Uruguay, sir." Vespa looked at him sincerely.

Holmes was unmoved, "Spanish has inherited the characteristics of Latin in terms of pronunciation, vocabulary, and grammatical system. It will take a whole day."

Vespa felt that he was being crushed by ruthless IQ.

"Is there anything in this world that you are not good at?" The brunette girl said bluntly.

Holmes watched her in silence for a while, then took out a document from the table and straightened it out, "Before I use the secret service agents and helicopters, you'd better leave for South America voluntarily."

Mycroft's self-control is very strong. Compared with his younger brother with the same high IQ, he does not take drugs to prevent any uncontrollable factors from affecting his decision-making.

Even if he loves sweets, he insists on losing weight all the year round. From a little fat man in childhood, he has become a British three-piece suit master who does not repeat every day.

He has a sense of superiority with a high IQ, and doesn't like interpersonal communication, but he is able to cater to his goldfish colleagues. Not only is there no obstacle to communication, it can even be called pleasant.

It can be seen from this that he is a wise man who can eliminate bad influences to the maximum extent in order to achieve his goals, but at present, Vespa Linde is a dangerous bad influence.

At the same time, he also likes to control people, even if most of this psychological manipulation is disguised as a great sense of responsibility to the Commonwealth.

So at this time, Mycroft Holmes wants to control this bad influence and stay away from his life. The hard drive of his brain should not be loaded with those meaningless things. Being emotional is the physiological defect of a loser.

Facing his tough attitude, Vespa didn't seem to be provoked. She gracefully crossed her legs and leaned her straight back on the back of the chair. "Why don't you send me to Antarctica?"

"If you like emperor penguins, Miss Linde." Mycroft Holmes opened the file to process, looking cold and heartless, as if there was no emotion in him, and all that kept his mind running at high speed was a super strong sense of responsibility and control.

Vespa smiled and said in a frivolous voice, "I like Theiceman better than penguins in severe cold regions."

The tip of Mycroft's pen froze and met her gaze, "Vespa Linde, delusional thinking about being able to do things right and wrong will only make you lose everything."

Under the reflection of the irregular light spots on the ceiling of the office, Vespa's gray-green eyes shone with fragments of light, as if they had the power to hit people's hearts directly, reaching the softest part of his heart.

"Didn't you send me to be a double agent?" Vespa's eyes swept across his face, his voice was sweet, "I turned to you for help when I was in a difficult situation, and you who have the ability to maintain the perfect operation of the Commonwealth—nothing Mr. Holmes, who can't, chooses to use me to the best of his ability to maximize his benefits."

He frowned imperceptibly, but his voice remained unmoved, "Miss Linde, do you want to see me showing guilt?"

"Of course not." Vespa stared at him intently, with a calm voice, "I just want to tell you that the kiss I had with Moriarty yesterday was all because of you."

Holmes narrowed his eyes and smiled sarcastically, "You are really good at shirking responsibility."

His tone was a bit cold, as if he was suppressing something, but because of his overly calm expression, it seemed that everything was just her illusion.

Vespa crossed his arms and looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Do you know what I think of your behavior at this time?"

The face of Mycroft Holmes was hidden in the shadows, so that Vespa couldn't see his expression clearly.

His tone was cold, and he took a deep look at her, "I hope you don't pretend to be smart."

Holmes looks rational and arbitrary, his strong self-control seems to override everything.

Vespa lowered his voice, "Mr. Holmes, for those who know the inside story, you are the most powerful person in Britain, but you, who are omnipotent, seem to be worrying about a small incident that happened to me last night. Losing your temper, although it is hidden behind a rational decision by you."

The air seemed to become stagnant, and a certain sense of tension was on the verge of breaking out.

Mycroft's expression became even more indifferent, and no one could draw any conclusions from his expression.

"Your younger brother, Detective Sherlock Holmes, once said on the detective blog that emotion is the biological defect of a loser," Vespa said in a relaxed tone, "but where there are people, there are loopholes, and Moriarty Best at forcing people to act emotionally."

The British government will definitely not admit that when he saw the hot kiss in the monitoring information, some kind of emotion that took advantage of it made him decide to temporarily deport her to South America. Although thinking from a rational point of view, this decision Again without any errors.

His expression was calm and unwavering, as if he had fallen into some kind of silence.

Mycroft looked at the sexy and charming brunette in front of him. She was bewilderingly beautiful, and even when she smiled, she was always a bit gloomy. This beauty mixed with the hotness of southern Europe and the harshness of northern Europe was born a woman full of contradictions. and conflict complexes.

The silence in the dark office was unreasonable, as if the sound of the two people's breathing was right next to their ears.

He doesn't want to let himself lose some kind of control and move on, facing the unknown with infinite danger.

But at the same time, the indescribable danger is accompanied by a fanatical attraction, which seduces him every minute and every second, making him want to take a step closer and explore the cowardly emotion that has never been considered.

—and danger always triumphs over balance.

Mycroft Holmes said in a deep voice, "As a double-faced agent who has had close ties to criminal leaders, how are you going to convince me that I still stand firm in trusting you?"

"—a clue to that code."

Holmes looked directly at her, but there was no superfluous expression on his face, as if the code that could travel unimpeded in the whole world and become a means of doing evil was not that important to him, or in other words, he did not believe in this code in essence. Code exists.

In fact, Vespa also thinks so, "Moriarty will often tap his fingers rhythmically, and in the few times I noticed, I noticed a matching rhythm, but according to the Morse code analysis and Not in line with the code language."

Like the fingers Moriarty tapped on her side last night when she was getting ready to shoot.

Mycroft pursed his lips, "Pediatric things like Morse code are not like Moriarty's style of doing things."

Vespa agreed, reminding him, "But if those in power in the Commonwealth believe that this code is real and that it will endanger the safety of the government, then I am still the best person for this operation."

Holmes looked at her expressionlessly, narrowing his eyes dangerously. His gaze seemed to be fixed on her, and it seemed that he was just patrolling the dark corners of the office. "Then what? Are you going to approach Mo Riati?"

Vespa glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Anyway, to you, I'm just an insignificant existence."

He frowned, his eyes fell on her, and he heard the brunette talking to herself——

"Tsk, you're still so awkward and arrogant at your age."

The disliked British government: "..."