[Comprehensive Classics] Different Jane

Brielle's face was bitter, he couldn't say the name, he collapsed into the chair, the relaxed atmosphere was gone.

"I don't know." Brielle murmured, "You already know, Mrs. Holmes? Miss Mary must have told you about it, she thought I was Sherlock's classmate, oh, By the way, she kinda hates me." He looked up at Jane.

Jane took a sip of tea slowly and said, "That's the case, Mr. Connery, this is your dishonesty, why are you teasing my sister?"

"Teasing? I don't accept such accusations, Mrs. Holmes, yes your sister has teased me a lot." Brielle's eyes were bitter, "She took something very important from me lightly, but I And would rather she have it than take it back."

"Oh." Jane asked indifferently, "Did she pay anything?"

Brielle was even more bitter, "... nothing, she didn't even know she got it."

Jane couldn't help giving Brielle a sympathetic look, and asked what love is in the world, but one thing falls for one thing. This unlucky child who claimed to be a playboy fell on Mary, but Mary... didn't know it at all.

Although a bit unkind, Jane really wanted to laugh.

Thinking of this, Jane suddenly felt relieved, and she asked Brielle curiously, "If I remember correctly, it was already a year ago... You suddenly came to me now, just to tell me that you want to give me My sister, Mary, introduce a young talent?"

Are you okay?

Is the brain still there?

Finding someone for your crush?

How are you guys?

"Because not everyone is suitable," said Brielle, wiping his face. "Cowenberg is a clever man, and he likes girls who are equally clever, and the sister who married Mycroft's wife is very nice to him." Good thing, he's a good fit for Mary. Mary... Mary likes men who are motivated, I think they..." Brielle gritted his teeth and couldn't say that Mary would be happy with other men.

Brielle suddenly broke down. He covered his face and said, "My God, why did I fall in love with her?" And she didn't love me.

Jane was silent for a while. She didn't have much sympathy for Brielle, mainly because this kind of thing couldn't be forced, and she wouldn't remind Mary at all.

"I heard that you are getting married, Mr. Connery." Jane decided to remind Brielle.

It took Brielle a while to calm down, he put down his hand, and Jane pretended not to notice the redness around his eyes.

"Yes, it's Earl Fleming's daughter, but I'm afraid it will be half a year later, and I will invite you to the wedding." The lost face was put on again, and Brielle returned to her usual appearance.

Probably the backlog of pain in his heart was vented, and Brielle's expression relaxed a lot. He assured Jane that the secret love is only a personal matter, and he will never let Mary know that this secret will be revealed to the public. He takes it to the grave.But he didn't give up on another thing.

"Cowen Burr is the most suitable candidate after my investigation. If you agree, let Mycroft tell me, and I will be able to arrange this matter properly." After that, Brielle still insisted that Cowen Burr's The information told Jane again, and also emphasized that this person is good and suitable for Mary's requirements.

Jane thinks, isn't Brielle's operation of finding a partner for a girl he has a crush on a bit abnormal?

For the next few days Jane thought of Brielle with emotion.

We must know that the period of Queen Victoria's reign was the top golden age of Britain. Under the prosperity and strength of the country, people's lives were polarized. However, no matter what kind of life people are in, people will have good qualities and sincere feelings. This is the future generations. Always a cause for nostalgia and reminiscence of this era.

So Jane can still trust Brielle's character certified by Mycroft, but then again, who would have thought that the flamboyant Brielle would fall in love with the plain-looking Mary?Even if Jane is a brat, she can't brag about Mary's looks. Although she has the foundation of the Bennet family, Mary is still far from being called a "beauty".

At this time, I can only say, "An interesting soul can make you the brightest star"...

Jane has heard of how wonderful the British royal family is in her previous life, and now it seems that "love" may also be a stubborn gene of the British royal family.

Well, Jane's feeling like this is actually based on the fact that her own sister, Mary, was not involved in Brielle's involvement. If Brielle dares to drag Mary into the water or hook her up as his mistress, Jane Guaranteed to think of a way to break his legs... the kind that breaks all three legs!

Mycroft was also very curious after knowing that Brielle was looking for Jane, what could he do with Jane?So I asked Jane in private.

Jane said angrily: "He wants to introduce a marriage partner to Mary."

As soon as Mycroft heard it, he understood that what Brielle did was not honest.

You must know that being a matchmaker is not something that anyone can do. For example, a young man like Brielle came to his wife and said, I want to introduce someone to your natal girl. Isn’t that reasonable?

Anyway, Mycroft felt that either Brielle had taken the wrong medicine, or there was another reason.

Seeing that Mycroft was about to use his brain, Jane immediately stopped him. Who knows what Mycroft could think of?

"By the way, Mycroft, who is this Cowenber? Since Mr. Connery is optimistic about him, I think he should be a good young man. If possible... In short, ask around first." Jane asked Mycroft special.

My wife and lord have orders, so Mycroft should obey, "Okay." He said as he picked up his daughter and started the daily brainwashing activities: "Oluosi, Oluosi, my little Rose, I am Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, call Dad~"

Olos stared intently at the opening and closing of Mycroft's mouth, then raised her little hand to "slap", slapped Mycroft in the face, and grabbed Mycroft's newly left mouth with the other hand. The mustache that got up, while pulling and laughing sharply.

Mycroft held Olos in an awkward position and yelled to Jane for help: "Come help, Jane, Olos is grabbing my beard! Hiss..."

Olos thought that Mycroft was playing with her, she was very curious about the moving mouth of Mycroft, while grabbing Mycroft's beard, she also reached out to grab Mycroft's mouth .

Mycroft dodged left and right, but "Hu Zhi" was still in Olos' hands, he didn't dare to make a big move, so he kept calling Jane for help.

Jane came over with the bottle, and while wiping the hot water at the bottom of the bottle, she said funnyly: "They told you not to grow a beard, come here Olos, don't hold on to Dad's beard, let's drink neinei. "

As soon as Olos saw the bottle, she immediately rebelled. She let go of Mycroft's beard, twisted her fleshy little body and stretched out her hand towards Jane, showing her strong desire.

Jane sat on the chair and motioned for Mycroft to pass Olos over.Leaning against Jane, Olos grabbed the bottle and "gulped" and drank until her head was sweating.

Jane looked at Oluosi tenderly, took out Oluosi's special handkerchief to wipe her forehead, and held the bottle with her hand, so that Oluosi could drink more conveniently.

Mycroft stood by and watched Olos sucking milk, while stroking his beard with lingering fear.For some reason, Mycroft actually felt a little lost when he watched Olos concentrate on drinking the milk.

Speaking of Brielle just now reminded Jane of another person. She asked Mycroft, "Speaking of which, Sherlock should have graduated too? Why do I feel like I haven't heard from him for a long time? He's going to Are you working in London?"

Mycroft also found a chair and sat down, and said to Jane: "Why did you suddenly think of Sherlock? He went on a trip after graduation, but I haven't received a letter from him for a long time. He was in the United States before. Ready to board a ship for India."

"What? Go to India?" Jian Wenyan's eyes widened.

"Yeah, but according to his previous itinerary, he should be planning to return to England by now, and he may have already returned." Mycroft took out his pipe, touched it, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

Jane hurriedly asked, "Why haven't I heard you mention it?"

"Oh, it's not a big deal. Sherlock never likes to tell others about himself. I think he will tell us after he settles down. It was the same before. He didn't write back until he arrived in the United States. He almost went to India when Dad received the letter." As Mycroft said, Jane thought, this is not Sherlock who has this problem, I think all the men in the Holmes family have this problem, this is probably a reasoning maniac common problem.

In the next few days, Mycroft took the task and went to investigate the young man Brielle mentioned. He has always been reliable in his work, and he quickly found out the young man named Cowenbo.

This person... How should I put it, Mycroft also wrote a written material for Jane to read.

"Cowenberg is the son of a pastor. After he came to London, he obtained a lawyer's license and became a special lawyer in the West District Intermediate Court. However, it is said that Judge Aurelius Packwood appreciated him very much and intended to recommend him as a circuit court. Judge, if you become a judge, it will be an extraordinary promotion... Cowen Bo is only 30 years old this year, he can be called a young talent." Mycroft explained to Jane.

Jane quickly scanned Cowenberg's resume while listening to Mycroft, "So there must be a but?"

"Yes." Mycroft took a deep breath, "there is a gossip," Mycroft always likes to call his special channel information "the gossip," and the gossip said that the reason why he got Judge Parker The reason for his appreciation is that Judge Parker was a magistrate in the diocese under the jurisdiction of Cowenberg's father, and had a close relationship with Pastor Cowenberg and his wife."

Jane: "So?"

Mycroft blinked, "Because it's about Mary's marriage, I went to meet this Mr. Cowenberg in person. He is a very ambitious man, but also very rational, with a calm personality and clear goals in life. From my reasoning, however, I am afraid that he is somehow related to Judge Parker."

The author has something to say: Jane: I don't really understand your royal thoughts.