My son can't be this cute

"Sherlock, are you okay?" Watson looked at his cohabitant who just sneezed and asked with concern.

"It's okay." Sherlock mumbled, tightening his scarf, feeling a little cold suddenly.

"Let's go and pick up Teddy." Watson patted his cohabitant on the shoulder, saying that the welcome to London just now was really funny, and the poor traveler must have been frightened by them.

"Do you often pass the police officer's ID like this?" Watson looked Sherlock up and down, and the latter raised his eyebrows, "When he always talks to me."

"You really look like a child, Sherlock, are you sure you are 27 years old and not 12 years old?" Watson relaxed his body and licked his lips with a smile.

"Thank you, I'm sure." Sherlock rolled his eyes, not to mention George...well...Steve or something Lestrade's certificate, he also has the certificate of the man representing the British Empire pass by.

Seeing the cohabitant striding in front of him as if losing his temper, Watson shook his head and followed.In fact, his cohabitant is quite cute, Dr. John thought to himself.

At that time, Baker Street entered an unprecedented lively situation. Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard looked at the man in front of him warily, and pursed his lips, "Why is Sherlock's son in your arms?"

"Grey, this is Micky, my uncle." Little Teddy explained with squinted eyes. Lestrade really wanted to correct the boy that his name was not Gray. Could it be that all the men in the Holmes family were so reluctant to remember? own name?But his piggy underling Anderson stops him.

"That freak has an older brother? After he has a son? God!" Anderson jjj aside, and was scolded by the polite detective.

"Shut up Anderson and turn away."

Anderson looked at his Inspector with hellish eyes, God, that is obviously Sherlock's special line, maybe he will add it because my pretty face hinders his thinking.

"Anderson, go and work on you." Restraining his damn Sherlock-like expression, the detective softened his tone to comfort his not-so-good subordinate, and was stunned for a moment. Locke affected.

Lestrade withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the man in front of him. He was tall, with slender legs and a slightly receding hairline. He looked a little lazy and didn't seem aggressive. That's why he was watching Seeing Sherlock's son in the arms of a stranger The reason the righteous detective didn't draw his gun was Sherlock Holmes' son.

Poor Mr. Inspector had a miserable experience. Once he accidentally put that guy’s Mr. Skull on the ground during the case, and he sat down on the sofa cushion where Mr. Skull had been because he was too tired. That fellow Sherlock’s eyes look like he touched his wife, God knows he really hasn’t slept for two nights, that skull has occupied the only sofa cushion for almost two nights, the life of the living takes precedence over the dead in summer Does Locke really seem that unforgiving?

"Greg Lestrade." Mycroft said the name in his smooth voice, looking at him with blue eyes and a slight smile.

"Yes." Like a police dog that had received an order, the inspector of Scotland Yard responded reflexively, and then looked at the man in front of him in surprise.

Some gray hair told Mycroft that the other party was of a certain age, maybe a few years older than himself, with a handsome face and neat lines, fairly quick reactions and gentle lines at the corners of his mouth, he was indeed a good person .

"How do you know my name?" Lestrade was a little embarrassed, because the other party's eyes seemed to be testing something, neither frivolous nor rigorous, but he could see that he was very interested, and turned the finger on his finger Ring, the unsuspecting inspector asked a non-standard sentence.

"Mr. Inspector of Scotland Yard, it's not difficult." Mycroft smirked, and the man on the opposite side blushed a little, and smiled back with his puffy hair.

"Not bad." Mycroft gave the man in front of him a score in his heart. He restrained his gaze and cared about his younger brother's daily life like a good brother.

"Mr. Detective, may I ask why you are in my brother and Teddy's daddy's apartment at this time?" Mycroft pretended to be surprised and looked at this group of unprofessional police officers.

"It's an anti-narcotics operation." Anderson raised his face from a beaker, with a taste of schadenfreude, "That monster... your brother Sherlock Holmes is not very honest."

"Sometimes he's a little naughty." Mycroft nodded. As soon as the words fell, everyone's hands froze, and they roared in their hearts—it's not just naughty, okay?Whose naughty child would stuff human organs into the refrigerator, and sleep in the mortuary all night just to test some damn data, or whip the corpse with a horsewhip, that is simply a pervert, okay?But no one dared to yell out in public, because the nerve called danger as a police officer seemed to remind them that this one in front of them is not so easy to mess with. After all, not everyone can treat Sherlock, the freak, Holmes Behaving calmly is defined as mischievous.

Mycroft admired everyone's expressions like a high-ranking king, and a smile even appeared on the corner of his mouth. Now, everyone has a definition of Sherlock Holmes' brother in their hearts - this man is not simple .

"Micky, you scared them." Little Teddy whispered in the man's ear.

"I always knew that my brother didn't like to make friends, but I didn't expect him to be so unpopular. Freak, this is really an interesting title." Mycroft's volume was not loud, but just enough for everyone to hear, Anderson's With a shake of his hand, the flask almost fell to the ground.

Lestrade coughed softly, comforted his subordinates with gentle eyes, and approached the man in front of him bravely.

"This is my fault, I will tell them."

"Of course I believe our Mr. Inspector. After all, the police officers of Scotland Yard are not idlers. It is not possible for one person to solve so many amazing cases. On behalf of the citizens, I thank you."

The compliment was so painful that Lestrade blushed again, and this time he could say nothing.

Always stepping on someone else's tail is embarrassing and even a little stinging, but it won't kill you. Mycroft Holmes put away his smirk. He looked at the handsome man in front of him and said sincerely: "Thank you very much for taking care of my brother." , I know him, self-willed and bad tempered, like a 12-year-old boy when he is stubborn, but he is definitely not a bad guy."

"Of course, I've always thought so, he's a good man." Lestrade blurted out again, and then realized that the words were a bit shy, he licked his lips uneasily, and added, "It just takes some time. "

Mycroft laughed. "Yes, but I don't think that's very far away."

Lestrade looked at those slightly squinted blue eyes, and the small man with a round face suddenly appeared in his mind, maybe, Mr. Inspector thought vaguely.