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Irene didn't stay in the coffee shop for a long time, she completed the purpose of coming out this time, so naturally she didn't want to waste any more time here.

Before going out, she took out a lipstick from her bag and painted her already rosy lips.She lightly sipped her lips, and kissed on a piece of paper that she had already prepared.

A bright lip print landed on the paper.

Irene smiled sweetly, folded the paper in her hand carefully, and even rubbed it affectionately twice, talking and laughing for a while, full of coquettishness.She raised her hand to greet the waiter who came to the side, and handed the note to him.

Annie and Holmes just watched Irene go out.

"Not following?" Annie asked.

Holmes rubbed her head, with a smile in his eyes: "No, her mission is only to convey the news of Moriarty. She has finished, we have read it, and we can go back."

Before the words fell, the waiter had already walked over.

"Sir, the lady over there left it for you." A note was handed to Holmes.

Fancy fonts, wanton strokes.And that bright red lip print that can't be ignored, this Miss Ellie is really special.

"I think, you shouldn't forget the reason why you came to me in the first place. Why don't you just play a game with that oil painting?

JM”

As Holmes expected, it was an invitation.

Holmes fell into deep thought, and put his palms together before his lips: "I think, Moriarty should know the whereabouts of the missing oil painting."

He waited, but Anne didn't answer.Her eyes fell on Irene's lips, and she didn't speak for a while.

Holmes paused, and quickly folded the note.Stuffed it in Annie's handbag solemnly: "You keep it."

Annie smiled half-smile: "Why?"

Holmes was serious: "If it wasn't for the clues, it should have been thrown away immediately. Therefore, I can only leave the grievances to you."

He was obviously worried that Annie would be angry, but he was too embarrassed to speak out.Holmes' serious look made Anne laugh.

She nodded Holmes' nose, and said affectionately, "You're doing well. I'll give you an extra meal tonight."

Holmes, who was caught off guard by his nose, rubbed the bridge of his nose a little uncomfortable, and the tips of his ears turned red.His eyes were also erratic and he didn't dare to look at Annie.

In his mouth, he still said without admitting defeat: "Your cooking skills should not be much better than mine. For the sake of Mrs. Hudson and Rebecca, let me help you cook together."

Watson, once again forgotten: ...

After dealing with Irene's affairs, it was still early.Annie, who was finally released, really didn't want to go back so soon.

Holmes simply let her go and went to Portulier.

This place, too, is ill-fated.Two accidents successively made it almost famous overseas.On weekdays, people who came to visit were also slightly affected.

Annie, who successfully got the admission ticket, was still a little unresponsive and held the two pieces of paper in her hand.

"You should know that in this weather, the number of people who choose to come here will be much less. What's more, most people should still be preparing for the oil painting exhibition half a month later?" Holmes reminded.

Annie suddenly realized that the ups and downs of recent days made her completely forget the important day in half a month.The annual oil painting appreciation is a grand ceremony.

For Anne, this day is also far-reaching.

If it wasn't for this exhibition at the beginning, it was inexplicably lucky.Obtaining a remote location for an exhibition can be regarded as the recognition of entering the circle.With her status, it is not that simple to survive in this place.

"If you want to participate, it's still too late to send it to the exhibition," Holmes said.

Annie nodded, and was led into Porturier by Holmes.Along the way, I was still thinking about which of my paintings these days would be more suitable for this year's theme.

Holmes was keenly aware that Anne had completely lost her mind.He did not set his sights on the exhibition in front of him.He smiled and didn't speak.Just protect Annie more carefully.She didn't let her distracted, and was bumped into by someone.

After walking through two exhibition halls, Annie suddenly turned her head, as if a little surprised.

"Have you figured out which one to give?" asked Holmes.

Annie let out a soft "ah" before responding a step later: "Well, yes."

Holmes raised his eyebrows and followed Anne's gaze.It is a realistic oil painting of fishermen returning home.He walked over with interest in his eyes.

"Have you one of a similar style?" asked Holmes.

Annie nodded, and she took two steps forward.Put your chin on the man's shoulder.Leaning slightly, his shallow breath blew on Holmes' neck, causing an itchy feeling.

"Yes, I drew one with a similar style." Annie tilted her head, looking at Holmes' perfect profile, "It's about you."

Holmes' heart moved, and a subtle joy rose from his chest.However, he still had a calm look on his face, as if he hadn't been stirred up by the waves in his heart.

He took a few deep breaths before replying, "Really?"

Annie nodded, took Holmes' hand again, and changed the subject: "Let's continue watching..."

He wanted to go back and look at Annie's paintings, but Holmes was too embarrassed to say so.He grabbed Annie, who was about to leave, with a serious expression on his face: "You have been out for a long time, Annie."

"You need to go back and rest."

Annie smiled and looked at Holmes with a look of "I'm for your own good", but she didn't expose it.Very well-behaved, he followed Holmes, watching him urgently hailed the car, and returned to Baker Street.

When the two entered, they met Mrs. Hudson coming out of the kitchen.In her hand, she was still holding a small bowl for Rebecca, blowing hot air gently.

Looking up, Mrs. Hudson was on the verge of screaming when she saw Anne and Holmes' hands clasped together.However, at the last moment, she restrained herself.

"Come back," she said.

The tone is steady and the complexion is calm.God knows how hard Mrs. Hudson was trying to endure the surprise.Although I saw some signs before, who would have thought that it would be so fast!

Holmes helped Anne take off the wig and put it away properly.He also took Anne's coat very naturally, patted it and hung it on the wall.After everything was dealt with, he freed his hands to tidy up his disguise.

Mrs. Hudson stood by, clutching Rebecca's little bowl in her hand.The strength in his hand is not small, as if he wants to put all the strength of his screaming into his hand.

Holmes glanced at Mrs. Hudson, looked her up and down very quickly, and then nodded slightly.

Mrs. Hudson was trembling with excitement. She looked at Anne and Holmes, blinking her eyes.

"I have lunch ready," she said. "You are ready, you can come down."

Annie said, "Okay, thank you."

Mrs. Hudson waved her hand, her mouth was confused, and she couldn't help whispering: "It's good, it's good..."

When Rebecca was sipping her lunch, she always felt that Grandma Hudson was a little strange.

She opened her big eyes and looked at Mrs. Hudson's excitement curiously.

Mrs. Hudson put another pudding on Rebecca's little plate.Little Rebecca wrinkled her face, chewing helplessly.She swore that this was the third time Grandma Hudson had forgotten to give her dessert at noon.

Rebecca was well fed, supporting her round belly.Still trying to eat pudding.

Sister Anne taught that food should not be wasted.

While Rebecca and Pudding were fighting, Mrs. Hudson did suppress her excitement and looked at Anne and Holmes.

Although, as usual, Holmes occasionally brought some seasonings for Anne and handed them to her.However, in the eyes of Mrs. Hudson, it is simply a proof of their love.

She could even imagine that the future little Sherlock Holmes would look serious and serious.

Look, Anne approached Holmes and spoke in his ear.Mrs. Hudson thought it was not a whisper between lovers, what else could it be? !

Anne whispered, "What's the matter with Mrs. Hudson?"

Holmes looked normal and poured some salad oil on Annie's steak.He calmly took the bottle back and put it away.

Meeting Anne's curious gaze, Holmes glanced at Mrs. Hudson.

"Knowing about us, we are planning to build a baby room."

Anne stalks...baby room...

This thought is too far away!

She looked at Holmes hesitantly, and said with a dark smile, "How do you know that Mrs. Hudson is planning a baby room?"

Holmes took a sip of the wine, wiped the wine stains from his mouth, and looked between Mrs. Hudson and Rebecca several times.

Then she turned her head and said to Anne, "Because her gaze on Rebecca is too obvious."

Annie pouted and said nothing.She turned her head shyly, and quietly ate the steak.

Holmes handed her a clean napkin, and before Anne had time to thank her, he approached her ear.

The voice is low, but with endless tenderness and nostalgia.

"Also, because I've thought about it too."