My son can't be this cute

Sherlock went directly to Barts Hospital from the Baker Street apartment. He did some experiments, and finally felt that he needed his horsewhip. It happened that a new corpse came to the hospital. The case was not complicated, but this time he closed his mouth and prepared to Let's pretend to be public and benefit private, and use this fresh corpse to do an experiment.

"Sherlock, I think you've been tested." The not-very-annoying girl in the hospital reminded him.

"I need to verify. Once again, experiments always need to constantly update the data." Lie without blushing, as long as he is willing, Sherlock Holmes is an excellent actor, so after seeing that one big and one small When the round eyes were wide open, the detective put down his riding whip very calmly and went out.

"You're whipping corpses!" Watson couldn't control his tone, because he was really just an ordinary military doctor, and he respected the dead from the bottom of his heart.

"Obviously." Sherlock explained with a soft snort, his light-colored eyes blinked, and he lowered his cuffs to cover his pale arms, "I'm just doing an experiment."

"Need to whip the corpse?" Watson asked cautiously, letting go of the hand that had just covered the eyes of the little curly hair. It is indeed not suitable for children to hold the scene.

"Yes." Sherlock adjusted his expression to a blank state, walked to the side of the sink to clean his hands, thinking, did his cohabitant forget something?Has something eaten up the unpleasantness of the previous hours?He wouldn't really forget that he was angry, would he?

"Teddy and I are here to pick you up." Seeing Sherlock's expressionless face, Watson swallowed and decided to go straight to the point. With difficulty, he moved his eyes away from the corpse and rubbed Xiaotai with his right hand. Dee's curls, hoping he wasn't frightened, would not have thought so if he had seen the boy's eyes, which were also shiny, but his eyes were on the whip.

Sherlock paused for a moment, and the water splashed a little on the dark purple silk shirt, staining a small area.

"Go home?" Sherlock asked strangely, his eyes fell on the military doctor, and his light eyes flickered.

Watson scratched his cheeks, his eyes wandering, "Well, we bought fried dumplings, the restaurant you like, if there are no fingers in the microwave, you can eat them after heating them."

"It's the taste you like." Little Teddy added with crooked eyes. He hoped that he could discuss with his father about that horsewhip at night. It's very handsome. Maybe he won't be so stingy, so he can lend it to himself for fun.

Watson was a little embarrassed, because Sherlock was observing him as carefully as a criminal suspect, so he moved his body and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." Sherlock said bluntly. Watson blushed. At this moment, he really wanted to look at the other person's head and see what was in it to be so mean.

"I'm tired, though," said Sherlock slowly, picking up his whip to show he was ready.

"Did I say that I hate you?" Watson said dryly, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"No." Sherlock thought for a while and gave a quick answer.

"I hope never in the future." Watson grinned, his hands a little itchy, wanting to rub the other's curly hair like he did with Teddy.

Sherlock snorted softly as an answer, he didn't promise anything, Sherlock was just Sherlock and would not change for anyone.

Jasmine blinked and looked at the family of three, her depressed mood improved a bit, she smiled, because the person she liked looked happier, the Sherlock with tight lips in the morning scared her, Although the former usually doesn't have a smiling expression, they seldom get angry.

Sherlock is irritable, mean, boring, but never angry, because he doesn't care about anyone, and being angry will interfere with his thinking, but such a man broke the impression he gave himself one day, like a cat having a temper tantrum , got upset because the cat food bowl changed a different flavor, hid somewhere sulking, and then his breeder came, touched his ears, rubbed his smooth fur, and gave him what he wanted He obediently rubbed the other party's trousers and followed him away.

"Go back, Sherlock, I will record the rest of the data for you."

Sherlock looked at the girl. He lied a lot in order to solve the case, but few people helped him lie, one was Jasmine Amber and the other was John Watson.

"Thank you." The man pursed his lips and nodded his thanks, not loudly, but shocking enough, because asking Sherlock Holmes to thank him was like asking him to admit that he was wrong, and Sherlock Holmes never made mistakes.

Jasmine slightly opened her eyes and looked at the other party. He was quickly hugged by the boy around the neck, and the latter acted like a baby at him, saying something, pouting, and smiling like a little Sherlock. Her attention was taken away from herself, leaving Jasmine Amber with only the eternal back.The girl licked her hair and smiled, it's nothing, she said to herself, it's a cat that already has an owner, even if it loses its temper and runs away for a while, it will always come home.

After leaving Barts Hospital, the three of them took a taxi directly back to Baker Street, and heard a familiar voice before entering the door.

"Is the young couple all right?"

It was their most gracious landlady, Mrs. Hudson who Sherlock used as housekeeper, the always pleasant old lady who tried to get John and Sherlock together on the first day.

"Oh, God, you are really together. I'm sorry, it's a family of three now." Mrs. Hudson put down her hand in surprise and reminded Xiao Ran to come over, kissed little Teddy's face and happily directed at Watson They said: "I'm right, you should live in the same room, so that the children can have a place to live."

Hudson is a kind old lady, but when she gets excited, she always can't control the decibels, so that the passers-by on the street focus on them, curious, joking, blessed, envious All stuck in the heart of the military doctor.

"Let's go in first, Mrs. Hudson." Bite the bullet and carried the other party's luggage in his hand, and rushed in with Teddy in his arms.

"I think John's shyness hasn't healed during the few days I've been away." Mrs. Hudson teased as she pushed Sherlock's arm, and the latter just blinked and followed the military doctor's footsteps.

Mrs. Hudson looked at the gate and wondered if she should add some flowers. The newlyweds couldn't live in a monotonous life. It wasn't romantic. Getting married was a big deal in their time.

"Mrs. Hudson, please give me coffee."

"I'm not your housekeeper!" Mrs. Hudson replied with a smile, followed by another softer voice.

"More cookies, please."

"Oh, boys, you all have children now, don't bother me, an old lady." Mrs. Hudson walked in easily with her skirt lifted, and the words were so few, but the two Trouble with children is also fun for an old man.

"What a happy family of three." Mrs. Hudson sighed, making the whole body of the military doctor who had just entered the living room stiff.