My son can't be this cute

"Your husband, Mr. Hanks and Miss Brown, are preparing for a new life." Sherlock said in his low but emotionless voice. Mycroft always thought his brother Not a bad boy, just occasionally a bit mischievous, he denied many rumors for Sherlock, but one thing he never refuted was that his cute brother had a mean mouth.

"How would you know!" Donna said sharply, but she couldn't hide the trembling in her voice. Her face turned pale, even if she was excited, there was no blood. This is a shame, and she tried her best to hide it. The man in front of her Why do you know.

Sherlock stood up straight, raised his eyebrows, and had a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, "Why should I tell you, I'm not under your control." Sherlock hated explaining, he really couldn't understand why these people have brains but They don't want to use it, but always ask him why he knows, isn't this an obvious fact, as long as they are willing to move their stiff little heads a little, they will understand how simple the fact is.

A teenager who still wears makeup every day, the foundation is getting heavier and heavier and can’t hide the crow’s feet, and even tried other different cosmetics these days, but there is no way to introduce the dark shadows under her eyes. It is impossible for her to fall in love with makeup all of a sudden, I can only say It was an attempt for some effort, but it was obviously unsuccessful. When she was nervous or thinking, she started to touch her wedding ring. It seemed very smooth due to long-term friction recently, but when she glanced at the wedding ring With a disgusted expression, it is easy to infer that the marriage is in trouble. In the forties, the marriage crisis is nothing more than an affair. The most important thing is that this is a high-tech era, and what you want to know doesn't need to be too troublesome.

"You investigate me! It's against the law!" The woman calmed down, but her fingertips were still trembling slightly. Donna was the strongest in her life. There was no room for accidents in her life, but her husband Hanks gave her a fatal blow. one strike.

"No, I didn't investigate you, ma'am, I just observed." Sherlock looked the woman up and down, showing a smirk.

"This is my private matter." Donna tried her best to say calmly.

"Of course, the husband's infidelity really doesn't care about other people's business." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, his words sounded like a compromise, anyone would be deceived by him, except Watson, because he knew that his cohabitant was a People who don't talk nonsense, since he said so, there must be his reasons, of course, occasionally he will make some mistakes, even though he is a genius with a high IQ, he still has a pleasant, weak personality like ordinary people places, even worse than normal people, like Sherlock who can never figure out why the earth goes around the sun, and that's different from a teddy bear going around a garden.

"Then you shouldn't care about it, Mr. Holmes." Donna said coldly. This matter has been stuck in her heart like a thorn in her heart. It is a scandal that that bastard betrayed herself. If it is made public, her career will definitely be destroyed. Being hindered, the world is inherently unfair. A woman gets too little respect and recognition. If this matter gets out, the one who will be affected the most will not be that bastard but herself.

"Originally, I didn't want to get involved in such a boring jjj case, but ma'am, you don't seem to have a clear distinction between life and work. Your unfair treatment has caused my son to suffer..."

"I didn't!" The woman interrupted Sherlock's words forcefully, the incident of having an affair had been stimulating her nerves.

"Please let me finish, if you asked me that just now." Sherlock blinked, his relaxed and rude look made Donna feel angry.

"I'm not a doting father. Obviously, my elder brother made a stupid decision. He spoiled my son like a squeamish, hot-tempered and willful. Although others say that he is similar to me, but definitely No, right, ma'am?" Sherlock didn't, and didn't intend to wait for the woman's answer, he continued, speaking in a flat tone that resembled a beating.

"I sent him to school purely to let him understand how to get along with ordinary people. Even if he is a little smart, he shouldn't be too complacent. Even if he is smarter than 90.00% of the little goldfish in the school, he should know what humility is. I don’t ask the so-called school to soften his temper, or really teach him what he needs. In my opinion, school is just a place to pass the time, as if I went to Barts Hospital is facing fresh corpses, don't look at me like that, ma'am, it seems to me that your face with a lot of foundation that doesn't suit you is really not as good-looking as a fresh corpse, right According to my roommate's brain circuit, it might not be polite to point out that your lipstick color is extremely ugly, but what should I do? I have always been a detective who is not bound by rules, and certainly not a gentleman. I don’t want to wrong myself, so I can only tell you honestly that your makeup is a mess, and God, you have persisted for decades. If I were your husband, I would definitely collapse. Obviously he is an honest man. Years can't stand it anymore..."

"you!"

Sherlock raised his hand and gently pushed away the finger that was going to poke his nose with his index finger, with a mocking smile on his lips, "Ma'am, don't point your fingers at me, and don't point your fingers at my son, you should be thankful My roommate didn't come back, he invaded Afghanistan, and he doted on my son."

"You are extremely rude." The woman said with her fingers back and her teeth clenched.

"It's a great honor, you are not the first to say this about me, and of course, you won't be the last, it's a pity that you don't mean anything to me, so your comment will be automatically deleted by my brain in the next second. "

The woman snorted coldly, her cold eyes stared at Sherlock, and the lines at the corners of her mouth drew up in a provocative way.

"Mr. Holmes, I need to inform you in advance. In view of your rudeness and your son's problems, I don't think Teddy Holmes is very suitable for studying in our school. I'm sorry you can't refute, because I still have a little bit of trouble in this school." important."

"Oh, if you mean because you had sex with a high-ranking person in this school, then well, I admit that you are really important." Sherlock said coolly.

The woman gasped, her eyes widened in surprise, and there was panic in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, her right hand rested slightly on her pulse, and her tight lips opened and closed.

"Mr. Holmes, I don't know how you got this information, but I have to tell you that this is a society ruled by law. Don't just talk about it without evidence. Obviously, after solving some cases, your self-information will be extremely inflated. , but a second-rate is a second-rate, and you will never be a first-rate. You are just a small detective, no different from those private detectives who specialize in stealing other people's money for a living, but this is a school, and you can't speak nonsense, I can sue you You slander, Mr Holmes."

"He's not an ordinary detective!" The door was pushed open, and the military doctor, who was not tall and had not shaved off his stubble but had bright and firm eyes, strode in. Just kept sipping.

"Too late, John."

"Damn Sherlock, I've been running all the time!" The military doctor glared at his cohabitant. After reading all the text messages, including Sherlock's bombing text messages, he would not find the girl's text messages. His son was being bullied, and this bastard didn't tell him immediately.

"Oh, it's you, Dr. Watson, and since you're here, I'd like to inform you by the way that our school cannot accept a student like Teddy Holmes, given that his father is so impolite and run by such a family. The children raised are definitely arrogant." The woman said coldly.

"I never hit a woman before, but I think this sentence may need to be changed, Sherlock." Watson handed the phone to the other party and said heavily.

"Very well, you know I won't stop you, John, I don't think some women are weaker than men." Sherlock took the phone and smiled.

Watson moved his eyes to the woman. There was anger in his eyes, but he suppressed it with his willpower. John Watson has always been a tolerant person. He thinks that the teacher can discipline the students more severely, but it does not include Talking meanly about his father in front of a child does not include treating all children so unfairly.

"I respect all the teachers, because my mother was one of them, but it doesn't mean that the classroom has any special rights, even given by God. Students go to school to receive education, not to be forced to indoctrinate. My..." Watson paused, his anger made him a little irrational, but he realized it in time.

"Teddy is a well-behaved child, maybe a little willful, but he is not ignorant. On the contrary, that child is more well-behaved than anyone else. I am not saying that it is right for him not to listen to lectures in class, but you are in a class that is not even six years old. Blatantly slandering his father in front of a child is a crime, even if his father is a murderer is still a father to the child, the law will give justice to the people, it doesn't need you to judge. I think Teddy did the right thing , as a son, it is the most basic thing to defend one's father, even in the form of protest, you are the worst person I have ever seen, bar none." Watson said the last sentence in a cold tone , John Watson never uttered a word in such a tone except when dealing with an enemy on the battlefield, and he did so today because someone important to him was disrespected by others.

Sherlock looked at his cohabitant, who had clenched fists and a calm expression, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a pleasant arc.

"Gentlemen, I think you can get out of my office, otherwise I will use coercive means to make you understand that the so-called good temper has a bottom line." The woman shouted angrily.

"No, ma'am, you really have a bad temper. The most tempered person in the world is my roommate John. He once wanted to strangle me, but he endured it every time. If you are really like this If you are as ambitious as in the recording, you are really not qualified." Sherlock shook the phone, pressed the recording button, and the voices of men and women came.

"This money is for you. According to what you said, don't let me see you in London in the future."

"I think I know how you got the money. It seems that man has a lot of trust in you."

The first two sentences made the woman's face turn pale, and she was about to grab the phone subconsciously. Sherlock took a step back like a prank, and the black gauguin shoes almost made the woman fall.

"Ma'am, this phone isn't yours, it's John's."

"Give it to me!" the woman snapped, the veins on her neck protruding slightly, because of fear, this is impossible, how did this man make this recording.

"Oh, are you skeptical?" Sherlock looked at his cohabitant and blinked. "John, do you want to hear me explain? Or does your little head understand now?"

"Speak." Watson rolled his eyes. He has long been used to Sherlock's rude words, because he understands that this is Sherlock. Harsh words are just a habit, and people don't like to hear them. The words are precisely the truth, but the detective just doesn't bother to explain them, and doesn't bother to beautify them.

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and showed a smirk, "Obviously, your husband, Mr. Hanks, is much smarter than you thought, and they all say that people's IQ is negative when they are in love, um, John, don't look at it like that Me, I will occasionally flip through your boring magazines, but I kindly remind you that 90.00% of them are nonsense."

"I thought a man who could put up with his wife cuckolding him all the time for his career was either a coward or an impotent man, but apparently your husband is neither, he's a smart guy and it's you, poor lady, who got put on Together, do you think that one-night stand was an accident? No, no, no, I tell you, it was a plan, and the whole thing was a trick of your husband, the honest and cowardly Mr. Hanks, as for you to secretly embezzle I think you should explain these things to the police, although they are a group of goldfish when solving the case, but they are obviously a master at interrogating prisoners."

"No! You cunning liar, everything is your random speculation! You are a liar!" the woman roared, the look in her eyes was even a little crazy, it was obvious that falling from a height didn't feel very good.

I never speculate. "Sherlock rolled his eyes," I just observed, look, your stupid brain can teach my son something useful, so didn't I say it earlier, the reason why my son doesn't listen to your lecture is because he Don't be stupid, don't take yourself too seriously, smart women often think they are smart. "After speaking, the detective turned his head and looked at his cohabitant again.

"John, what about those compliments?"

Watson rolled his eyes. This guy's mouth was getting more and more mean. However, he curled up his lips unkindly, and he did it very well this time.

"Ah, I seem to be late." Mycroft, who was wearing a silver-gray suit, pushed the door and said with a smile. Watson found that the other party did not take his little black umbrella.

"You look like a clown in a silver gray suit, Mycroft, there's nothing worse than that," Sherlock sneered.

Mycroft looked at his suit, sighed, raised his head and explained helplessly: "That lord loves everything silver and gray."

"So you didn't have the crutches? How did you walk here slowly without the crutches?" Sherlock still didn't intend to let his brother go.

"Sherlock, that's not a walking stick, that's my lucky umbrella, a custom-made, very expensive umbrella!" Mycroft said dissatisfied.

"Um, is that umbrella really that expensive?" Another voice rang out, it was the Scottish police detective who rushed over immediately after receiving the call.

"No, it's not expensive at all." Mycroft smiled. He set his sights on Donna, habitually wanting to knock on his little black umbrella, but soon realized that the little black umbrella had already disappeared. After being killed, he looked at the woman angrily, a little angry, but quickly restrained his expression.

"Ma'am, my nephew is not here to be wronged. I thought that according to the current peaceful development in London, I would be able to retire in a few years, but I didn't expect such a school with such a good reputation to appear like this." Unbearable things, my lovely nephew must be terrified by you, how can a teacher demonstrate this kind of filth in his own life, but as a government official, I think our country may need to draft a A document about the teacher's make-up. Seriously, ma'am, it's obvious that your IQ is being used where it shouldn't be, so that you are not qualified as a woman. If you don't embezzle public funds, I can still be kind. Let my assistant teach you. After all, your face is more or less related to the appearance level of my British Empire. It is enough to have a forensic doctor who lowers the IQ of London. It is not enough to have a lowered average level. Great."

The woman's complexion was extremely ugly, and she couldn't refute it, because Sherlock shook the photos to her again, and Watson felt that there seemed to be a lot of white foundation accidentally dropped in the air, and he felt that his nose was itchy.

The man's words were too vicious, Inspector Lestrade subconsciously touched his face, this little action was seen by Mycroft, he smiled, "Don't worry, Greg, your face is definitely on the top. level."

"Thank you." The Scottish police detective thanked dryly, blushing uncontrollably. He coughed, showed his standard police detective expression, waved, and a large group of people behind him rushed over and passed by Mike. When Loft was around, they tacitly detoured a little bit, lowered their heads, and no one wanted to be the one who lowered the appearance of the British Empire.

Sherlock glanced at Lestrade, then at his cohabitant, and finally said nothing, but his action made Watson insulted, and he said angrily: "Sorry, I lowered my up to the level of the British Empire."

"No." Sherlock said flatly. "You are quite up to my standard." After speaking, he strode away, leaving behind the military doctor who was blushing.

"Asshole." Watson grunted, but it was undeniable that he was in a better mood. Even though he was a man, John Watson occasionally cared a little about his height and appearance.

Donna was arrested, the Scottish police detective escorted her into the police car, Mycroft followed, and told Sherlock they would go there sometime in the evening to comfort his little nephew, but was dismissed with a blank stare .

"Mycroft, do you really want to go back in the police car?" Lestrade asked, turning around after closing the door.

Mycroft smiled. "Before that, I want to ask you a question."

"what?"

"Well, do you think I'm really that ugly in a silver-gray suit?"

"what?"

"Would you?" Lestrade, a persistent man, smiled and nodded honestly, "It's so ugly, you look like a clown."

Mycroft's expression changed. He tugged at his tie and muttered, "I thought he was just angry." After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call his female assistant. He needed A black suit, now, now!

"Okay, get in the car, Mycroft, an ugly suit won't make you lose a piece of meat." Lestrade said with a smile, he was always teased by the other party, Mycroft always showed Very strong, as if he has all the information in his hands, as if everything is in the plan, showing impeccable self-confidence, but it's really unexpected to see such an unconfident man for the first time, I have to say, this feels very good, no more Mycroft, who was wearing a black suit, black leather shoes and a small black umbrella, was a little fragile as if he had taken off his shirt. It seemed that the little black umbrella was indeed very important to him.After thinking about it for a while, Lestrade made a decision in his mind.

Mycroft's hand holding the phone paused, because of the man's bright smile, he blinked, pursed his lips, put the phone in his pocket, and said emphatically.

"That's fine, but I have to change out of the suit as soon as possible. I don't usually wear this color because of work."

"Of course, I know, you like black." Lestrade said with a smile while driving.

"I like red, actually," Mycroft said slowly.

"Red? I thought you liked black. After all, you always wear that color. If your clothes didn't look so expensive, I would think you didn't change your clothes."

"That's disgusting."

Lestrade laughed. He wouldn't tell the other party that Mycroft, in the black suit, was actually very stylish.

And those two people talked like sex one after another, and the police officers sitting in the back of the car kept silent on the surface, but they were jjj in pain in their hearts.

"Could these two fucking adults stop ignoring us! We're still single!"