My son can't be this cute

"Daddy, I saw it!" Little Teddy screamed and pointed out the window. Watson leaned over and saw Sherlock was with a strange man. Of course they couldn't be friends, because Sherlock was the one When the enemy comes to your door, you still have to ask which high-functioning sociopath it is!

"Daddy, he's going to do something stupid, stop that idiot!" Little Teddy yelled anxiously, if eyes could kill people, that brother with glasses would have died a thousand and one times.

Browning held it firmly in his hand. At the moment of shooting, all emotions were reduced to zero, leaving only mechanical cognition, pistol, distance, and the target to be killed. The man who returned from Afghanistan had only one at the moment of shooting. Thoughts, you can't let little Teddy have no father.

When Sherlock opened the bottle and was ready to accept this challenge, he heard a "bang", the man fell down in front of him, and the gunman was standing at the opposite window looking at him, looking very angry look.

Sherlock looked back at the man, "I chose the right one, right?"

The man didn't answer the question, but closed his eyes and muttered, "So what..."

The London police once again received a call from Sherlock Holmes, and Anderson on the side frowned and said to his superior, "Are you sure the murderer is not him?"

Lestrade pressed his eyebrows and said, "Let's go."

Anderson looked at his boss resentfully, trying to convey to him the meaning of "you are partial to that guy again", but unfortunately, Mr. Inspector adopted the automatic blocking mode.

First-rate police cars, second-rate policemen, under the flickering lights, Sherlock Holmes, who was forced to surround himself with an orange-red blanket, was sitting on a stool with his lips tightly pressed like a child in a tantrum, in front of his angry cohabitant and his son .

"You said you were just going for a walk." Watson folded his arms and stared at the other party. He had never seen a walker wander into a murderer's trap. Sherlock was definitely the most cooperative victim in the world.

"You said you would come back." Slightly squinting his eyes, Little Teddy looked at each other angrily with his hands on his hips.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Sherlock rolled his eyes, not understanding why these two people looked at him like goldfish. If Sherlock Holmes is a goldfish, then the world must be near destruction up.

Hearing his father's indifferent words, little Teddy couldn't take it anymore, climbed onto the other's lap, pinched the man's cheek with both hands and said angrily, "You lied to me."

"I didn't, I'm back."

"If it wasn't for Daddy, you almost wouldn't be able to come back."

"I knew John would come."

"Liar, you big liar, I'm going to bite you." It has always been a good tradition in the Holmes family to talk and act, so before Sherlock took any measures, a small tooth mark was left on his cheek , still stained with saliva.

"That's disgusting, Teddy." Sherlock wiped his cheek and stared at him.

Little Teddy giggled, put his arms around the other's neck, "It's great that you're fine."

Raising his arm, stroking the little curly hair in his arms, a curve appeared at the corner of Sherlock's mouth, "I promised."

"Hmph, forget it this time."

"If you two reconcile, then I think we can go to the restaurant to enjoy something." Watson suggested with a smile.

"Let's go, I know a good restaurant." Sherlock stood up and hugged his son, threw the orange blanket to Lestrade, waved and left.

The detective who was covered by the blanket endured it, pulled the blanket off, and was almost startled when he saw the man in front of him.

"Why are you here?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "As an older brother who cares about his younger brother, is it any surprise that he appeared here after he was frightened?"

"He left." Lestrade signaled Mycroft with his eyes, folded the blanket and threw it in the car.

"I know."

Lestrade looked at the other person, conveying a thought that if you know why you are still here.

"Oh, sorry, older people tend to be forgetful." Mycroft smiled apologetically, and the corner of Lestrade's mouth twitched.

"I think we can find a quiet place to have a good chat." Mycroft sent out the invitation frankly, but he didn't notice how inappropriate it was for two men to go to a quiet place to chat together at night!

Lestrade waved his hand, "No, I still have something to do here."

"Okay then, next time, Inspector Lestrade." Mycroft was not impatient, smiled and left happily.

So what the hell is this guy here for?Greg Lestrade looked at the figure of the man and frowned.

In the restaurant, with exquisite food and romantic candlelight, a family of three is enjoying the dinner after the catastrophe.

"Sherlock, you can't tell him not to add this pink candle to us." Watson complained, looking at the conspicuous pink.

"Angelo decides that things are usually not easy to change."

"Daddy, I think it's pretty good." Little Teddy said while biting his fork and squinting his eyes.

"Okay then." Watson sighed and continued cutting his steak.

Sherlock saw his son wink at him, and his pale eyes moved to the man with the round back of his head, who shot himself.

"What's the matter?" The soldier's keenness made Watson aware of the sight of the cohabitant staying on him. He raised his head, blinked and looked at him and asked.

"You have sauce at the corner of your mouth." Sherlock calmly pointed to a corner of Watson's mouth.

"Oh, sorry." Watson shyly wiped his lower lip.

"It's okay, Teddy too." Sherlock said, lowering his head to eat the vegetables on his plate.

"Sherlock!" Watson growled, because of the cohabitant's teasing words, well, only Sherlock Holmes in this world can say such words so naturally.

Watson sighed. He put down his knife and fork and turned to look at Little Teddy. Sure enough, with sauce on the corner of his mouth, the military doctor who was holding Browning to kill the enemy from a long distance without blinking his eyes froze for a moment.

"That's why I'm Daddy's son. Look, I look like you." Little Teddy blinked and showed a cute smile.

There was a smile in the blue eyes again, Watson wiped the corners of the boy's mouth and said with a smile: "However, let's get rid of this habit, at least when you grow up and sit in a high-end restaurant in formal clothes. so."

"When I grow up, I will take you and Dad to dinner, and eat delicious food." Little Teddy nodded and promised.