My son can't be this cute

After leaving the hospital, the military doctor was in a very good mood. Good luck came to him again. Without much effort, he found a good job, and his colleague was a beautiful lady who seemed to like children very much.

Teddy was very dissatisfied when he saw his father's jjj look on the corners of his eyes and brows. The only person in this world who could make John Watson care about him was Teddy Holmes, so he reluctantly took his father Sherlock along with him. , That's right, he doesn't need a stepmother.

"Daddy, shall we go home now?"

"You don't want to take a stroll?" John stopped and asked when he came home. He didn't want to see that awkward cohabitant for the time being.

Little Teddy shook his head, "No, I want to go home."

"Okay then." Watson no longer objected. After thinking for a while, he sent a text message to his cohabitant to tell him that they were coming back and whether the other party needed to bring something, but he didn't get a reply after waiting for a while.

"I think he's angry." Little Teddy came to this conclusion after studying Watson's cell phone and proving that it wasn't broken.Because Sherlock likes to reply to text messages, and likes to condense all the words that despise people's IQ and goldfish-like words on the screen that won't disappear for a while, and that makes him funny.

"We have to coax him, Daddy. When he was making a fuss, Micky said to leave him alone and just coax him later."

"What if it doesn't work?" Watson asked.

"Well, there hasn't been such a mistake so far, so Micky hasn't told me what to do next." Little Teddy bit his finger, thinking in his heart how he would contact McCrov if it happened Special, he always likes to keep a trick, this is not a good habit, Gray should talk about him, he should teach these skills to his nephew without reservation.

"I hope we won't meet." Watson smiled, not yet realizing the seriousness of the matter. If the pet was neglected and the cat was particularly awkward, it would not be easy to coax him.

With Teddy in their arms, they took a taxi back to Baker Street, stopping at a Chinese restaurant.

"Are you sure he doesn't like chocolate cake more?" Little Teddy licked his lips and raised his head and asked, his big eyes sparkling.

"I'm sure he prefers fried dumplings to chocolate cakes, and I'm sure your sweet teeth love them." Watson pointed to the packaged chocolate cakes in his hand and said with a smile.

"If I lose my temper, Daddy, I only need three chocolate cakes." Little Teddy hugged Watson's waist and rubbed. Chocolate cakes are definitely the sweetest way to apologize.

"I wish you wouldn't lose your temper, honey."

"It may be a bit difficult. I am Sherlock Holmes, and my father is Sherlock." The boy smiled mischievously, showing his small white teeth.

"You also have a father named John Watson. According to those who know him, he is a good-tempered boy." Watson blinked while walking with Teddy in his arms.

Little Teddy giggled, he liked his daddy.

Back home, Teddy trotted upstairs and shouted: "Dad, we're back!" But no one responded, there was only the Union Jack pillow on the couch, and the person who loved it the most was gone, so little Teddy went to I checked the bedroom, but there was no one there, only the pajamas thrown on the bed, the closet was open, and the inside was turned into a mess.

"Teddy, is Sherlock in the bedroom?" Watson asked as he put away his things. The mess on the dining table made him frown. Just as he was about to clean up, he saw his son crying with tears in his eyes.

"Daddy, daddy ran away from home!"

Watson paused while rolling up his sleeves, looked at the fireplace, heaved a sigh of relief, Mr. Skull was still there, he walked over and knelt down to hug Teddy and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Teddy, he hasn't left yet. Mr. Skull is still here, let's go check the refrigerator."

"What are you doing looking at the refrigerator?" Little Teddy raised his eyes and choked up. The mess in Sherlock's room frightened him. After all, he was just a little boy who didn't even have six years old. There was only one message in his panicked mind, that his father was missing. up.

Watson carried Teddy to the refrigerator, opened it, and the grinning Ivan firmly filled the sight of the father and son.

"Look, Teddy, Ten Thousand is still here. Sherlock is the most demanding of his experiments. Even if the end of the world comes, he will arrange his experiments first."

"It's Ivan, Daddy." Little Teddy raised his face and twitched to point out his daddy's mistakes. Even if he was crying very sad, he had to correct his mistakes, which is a typical problem of the Sherlock Holmes family.

"Yes, Ivan, so don't cry, let's go find him, shall we?" Watson smiled and wiped away the boy's tears with his fingertips.

Little Teddy stretched out his hand to close the refrigerator so that Sherlock's experiment would not be destroyed, looked at Watson and nodded, and then asked, "Then where can we find it?"

"Barts Hospital."

The sudden voice startled Watson, and he immediately realized who it was. He picked up Teddy and walked towards the man, saying helplessly, "Mycroft, you can't say hello in advance, even if it is Give me a call or text." Watson paused and said, "Also, how do you know what's going on here? You don't have surveillance cameras all over this apartment, do you?"

Wearing a black suit and holding a black umbrella, Mycroft, who appeared in a classic look, first rubbed Teddy's curly hair to comfort him, and then answered Watson's question.

"No, John, only the living room is installed, I'll leave the bedroom to you, so don't worry."

Watson felt a little headache. He was just asking casually, but the other party told him that his guess was correct.Watson scanned their drawing room and asked, "Where is it?"

"Don't waste your brain cells on this matter, John, you know I won't tell you." Mycroft smirked, the lines at the corners of his eyes stretched out, looking very needy.

"Micky, he ran away from home, left us and ran away from home." Little Teddy puffed his cheeks and complained to the detective's brother. He was hurt, and this time he had to ask for ten chocolate cakes to appease him.

"He's just losing his temper, Teddy." Mycroft reassured, pinching the boy's tender little face.

"I'm sorry, John, I've only been on a business trip for a while, and Sherlock has caused you trouble. God bless me, the British Empire, so before he ruins the Barts Hospital, military doctor, please put him in trouble." Arrest and go home, I don't want to receive a complaint as soon as I get back to the office, Sherlock Holmes finally fucked all the corpses in Barts Hospital."

Mycroft's light words made Watson's muscles stiffen. What kind of species can destroy corpses!