Mind your own business and keep your head down. If you can, take a jab at someone.
That was Leen's rule for life...
"Sorry, you've got the wrong person. The one watering the flowers on the windowsill just now was him, not me!"
"Judging by the water stains on her cuffs, it's obvious that she was..."
"Shut it, my dear Mr. Holmes!"
"I won't fall for the same trick twice."
"Yes, thank you so much for your brilliant deduction. Thanks to you, we got to enjoy an involuntary long-distance night run through the freezing streets of London at dawn!"
"You're welcome. It was obvious."
"I wasn't complimenting you, Sherlock!" Leen glanced at the burly men around them, all rolling up their sleeves, and swallowed nervously. Then he immediately turned and pointed at Sherlock, his face full of righteous indignation. "Look at the water stains on his cuffs! He was the one watering the flowers upstairs and splashing water onto your boss's shiny bald head!"
We don't make couples, we're just the ones who bring these two together!
New story starts at 9 p.m. on October 31.
For the first week, the new story will update once a day, then three times a week.
This is an older story of mine. If you like it, give it a click!
Hey, my dear, haven't you watched Doctor Strange? ?
It's a little confusing. The previous chapter was at Yao Sulin's place, and this chapter is back to the driver.
Aren't these two people related to selling antiques, and they were killed?
Did the heroine see the murderer? It was the driver
The heroine wants to steal her father's money
I don't understand Lean's case.
It's too hard to read the novel about a relative, and it's a bit dizzying because of the coexistence of multiple threads.
It feels okay! Come on, author!