My son can't be this cute

After the father and son left, Anthea came over and found that her boss was still squatting on the ground, with rare doubts on his brows.

"Do you need me to investigate?" Anthea asked when she raised her head from her BlackBerry.

"No need." Mycroft stood up with a smile, and there was a hint of excitement in those eyes that were always smiling. What aroused his interest was a man named Greg Lestrade.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the whole of London was still immersed in a lazy atmosphere. Passers-by on the street were watching the crippled military doctor strenuously walking on crutches, holding a boy with curly hair in his arms. People I can't help but sigh the strength of life.

Watson hurried back with the little Teddy in his arms, still quickly analyzing what danger Sherlock said in his mind. Since the kidnapper had already cast a shadow on his mind, the military doctor believed that the dangerous person this time should not It will be normal, he is a little annoyed that he should really bring that Browning with him, his cohabitant seems to have installed a sophisticated device in his body, the full name is "Come and make me some trouble".

The pull ring on Baker Street was still crooked. Watson unscrewed the door and whispered to the little Teddy in his arms after reaching the stairs.

"Hold me tight and keep quiet, okay?"

"En!" Little Teddy, who was not afraid at all, hugged his daddy's neck tightly.

The former military doctor touched the second floor as deftly as a cat, carefully unscrewed the doorknob, and observed through the gap.

The books were scattered, there was a flame in the fireplace, and the pillows on the sofa were arranged as they were when he left. The whole room he could see was in a very natural mess, exactly as he was when he was leaving. Watson felt relieved in his heart. With a calm tone, he went in generously.

Walking around to the couch, his cohabitant was lying on it like a quiet statue.

Little Teddy got off his father, ran to Sherlock, bent down and whispered in the man's ear that Daddy is angry, and I am also angry, then held Sherlock's cheek and kissed him, showing a lovely smile Smile.

"Welcome back, my lord father, it's good that you're all right after you left us for five hours and twenty ten minutes."

Watson pursed his lips and stared at his cohabitant, his pale eyes were already open, and he was stroking his son's curly hair with his right hand.

"So what's the danger? Or an explanation."

"I need to borrow your phone."

"what?"

"Your cell phone." Sherlock turned his head to look at his cohabitant. He didn't know whether it was a guilty conscience or something, but he rarely explained the reason.

"I need to send a text message, and my mobile phone number will reveal my identity, which has something to do with that case." Sherlock added a sentence at the end, which temporarily appeased the kind military doctor, and he took it out of his pocket. Pass the mobile phone to the cohabitant.

"Help me send it." Sherlock didn't reach out to take it, but asked naturally.

"what?"

Sherlock glanced at Watson, and continued to say in a willful tone: "I don't like repetition, John, send me a text message, the phone number is on the table, as soon as possible."

"Sherlock, I think you should explain it first." The military doctor still suppressed his temper and asked for an explanation for himself.

Sherlock finally got up, pulled the little Teddy off his stomach and put it aside, he straightened his hair and looked up at his cohabitant, silent for a while, and when John looked at him seriously, he said something very If you owe a beating.

"John, text me."

His blue eyes were about to breathe fire, but he endured it, walked to the table with a cane, and entered the mobile phone number while saying, "You can give me an explanation after sending it."

"Okay." Sherlock replied, rubbing his little curly hair. He knew that enough was enough, otherwise there was a high possibility of bloodshed at 221B Baker Street.

Little Teddy looked up at the interaction between his father and Daddy with his small face, blinked his big eyes and said to Sherlock: "Dad, you have to be good."

"Have you seen him?" Sherlock asked gently, grabbing his son's little hand pinching his cheek.

"Yes." Little Teddy nodded.

Sherlock pursed his lips, lying on the sofa like a lazy big cat, Little Teddy lay on his stomach and bit his ear.

"Aren't you surprised by me?"

"You are my son." The lazy tone seemed to say that the sun is good today.

"You haven't quit the nicotine patch yet?" The little hand stroked the other's pale arm, and the long eyelashes blinked.

"It's kind of hard," Sherlock said honestly.

"I'll be with you." Little Teddy said softly on the other's chest. Although he was willful, rude and mean, and he was not a responsible father, that couldn't be the reason why the boy didn't love him.

Sherlock stared at the little teddy, stroked the other's curly hair with his big hand, this was the first time he was not so eager to know the truth, son, what a strange creature, definitely not an angel, but has his blood, The incredible things in this world keep his brain spinning with pleasure, and there is never a shortage of surprises. In the previous 27 years, Sherlock enjoyed these surprises and was fascinated by them like a drug addict. Now, His son was that, the most fascinating surprise, like tasting a delicious chocolate cake, even Sherlock Holmes couldn't bear to eat one bite.

After sending the message, Watson turned his head and was about to speak, but when he saw the warm scene of the father and son, his heart suddenly softened, and his cohabitant was not so annoying.

If it weren't for the sudden cold look in his eyes, Watson would really have thought that the one lying on the sofa was just a harmless black guy with pink pads.

"Finished?" His light-colored eyes were as clear as glass, but they also had an inorganic, cold and precise texture. Watson could only naturally give the information the other party wanted without talking nonsense.

"Yes."

"Well, I think we have to pick up the wasted time." Sherlock pinched Little Teddy's cheek to signal him to get up, then strode quickly from the sofa to a corner, and picked up a pink box come out.

Little Teddy walked over and hugged Watson's thigh, yawned a little and watched his father's behavior.

"us?"

"Yes, John, don't tell me you prefer to stay home and watch soap operas, like a potato," said Sherlock, without looking up, as he opened the box, which made Watson smile.

"Are you so sure I'll like it?"