My son can't be this cute

When Sherlock and Watson rushed to the restaurant to pick up their little Teddy, they heard Angelo say that the suspected kidnapper took their little Teddy.

"Kidnapper!" The doctor shouted, his blue eyes widened. Has the kidnapper become so arrogant these days?Or did he stay in Afghanistan long enough for the villains to meta-evolve?

"Well, he said, he kidnapped Teddy." Angelo shrugged.

Sherlock pursed his lips, turned his head and greeted, "John, let's go."

"Where are you going?" Watson asked, grabbing the detective by the corner of his coat.

"It must be the man," Sherlock said in a descriptive tone, his pale eyes almost standing up like angry cats in the light.

"That man?"

Sherlock snorted coldly and looked at John, "That man who tried to bribe you with a worrying hairline that recently gained three pounds."

Watson looked at the other in surprise, and blurted out, "How do you know." The latter rolled his eyes, "That doesn't matter, John, since he is the man."

"Is he really your enemy?"

"The devil." Sherlock squeezed out the words from his teeth, God knows how much he wished that it wasn't this word but Mycroft himself, the bastard who always enslaves, deceives and oppresses himself, thank you Well, at least he'll be a little thinner this way. "

"Then let's go quickly, I mean Teddy may be in danger!" John said anxiously.

"No danger for now." Sherlock grunted. He was more worried about other things. According to the degree of Mycroft's black face three months ago, after he did that thing, he smirked to himself. Well, only Mycroft in this world would smirk, sneer, and not smile at his own brother, because he was Mycroft Holmes, a great devil.

"Hey, Sherlock, your lover forgot his crutch," Angelo called out, aware of the crutch lying dazed beside the sofa.

Watson looked at his crutches in surprise, and his eyes fell on his leg that had been limping for a long time, and he even thought that he would be limping for a lifetime. He suddenly raised his head and looked at his cohabitant, who just blinked at him, Just like they met for the first time, with some mystery, but more joy.

"Thank you." Watson looked at the other party, his slightly thin lips curled up. After being with Sherlock, well, this seems to be ambiguous. When he was with him, he felt that he chose Sherlock Holmes Being a cohabitant was the right decision.

"Where are we going to find Teddy now?"

"Back to Baker Street."

Without hesitation or doubt, John Watson firmly followed Sherlock Holmes.Watson was an arm's length behind Sherlock, how long had it been since he ran so happily, he threw away his crutches at the trash can beside him, and then followed his cohabitant again.

Standing at the door of the 221B apartment on Baker Street, looking at the light leaking out of the window, Sherlock put his hands in his pockets and stopped talking. He was trying his best to persuade himself that he needed to calm down, otherwise he would poison that bastard.

"Someone has gone in. Is Mrs. Hudson back?" Watson asked after a breath.

"No, it's a drug-sniffing dog." Sherlock gritted his teeth and strode in. When he pushed the door, he slammed the door knocker which had been straightened, like an angry child.

When Watson followed Sherlock into their lounge, he could swear that he had never seen a cohabitant get so angry. Shangwai, Sherlock is actually very understanding, and he's not even too angry when those guys call him that.

"Mycroft, what have you done to our apartment!"

The angry voice interrupted Mycroft's and Lestrade's eye contact, and everyone turned to the pair of... partners.

"Daddy, Dad!" Little Teddy yelled happily, he immediately noticed Watson's legs, his big eyes were bright, "Daddy, are your legs okay?"

"Yes, it's all right, it's all right." Although Watson didn't quite understand what was going on, he couldn't help smiling when he saw the cute little Teddy, and he turned around showing off like a child. , showing off his healthy legs.

Little Teddy signaled Mycroft to put himself down, he trotted over, hugged Watson's waist and giggled, "This is really great!"

Watson smiled and hugged little Teddy with both hands, kissed his nose, "Now I can shade you and hug you."

"I like it." Little Teddy also kissed Watson's nose, his big eyes were full of smiles.

"I don't know when my dear brother learned to cure 'leg disease'." Mycroft glanced at his brother with a half-smile, and the latter looked at him angrily, then quickly turned his neck and pointed at him. A man in the innermost yelled, "Anderson, put down my skull! Your touch will damage its IQ."

Would an inanimate skull have an IQ?Everyone's question, including Watson.

Anderson originally wanted to laugh at Sherlock, but he was trembling with anger when the latter said this first. Before he could say anything to fight back, his boss started to stop him, favoring the damned Sherlock like every time.

"Anderson, put down his skull, there are no drugs in it." Lestrade rubbed his eyebrows and said.

Anderson put down Mr. Skull angrily, and poked Mr. Skull's dark eye sockets with his fingers, imagining poor Mr. Skull as a detective to vent his dissatisfaction.

"So, you used this method to cause trouble for me?" Sherlock stared closely at his brother's eyes, his lips were pursed, and his light eyes became darker, showing that he was very angry.

"Why do you think so, my lovely brother." Mycroft shook his head and said with some pain.

"Sherlock, he is your brother, I don't think he would do that." Lestrade stepped forward and said, he really didn't understand the way the two brothers get along, obviously a moment ago, the man who was the brother He also sincerely begged himself to take care of his younger brother, but now, he seems to be teasing a cat with a bad temper, pinching his paws, rubbing his ears, and touching his chin, just not to let this maverick cat keeps its free space.