My son can't be this cute

"When did the two of them get along so well?" Seeing Mycroft and Lestrade muttering and laughing next to the police car, Watson turned his head to look at his cohabitant and asked strangely.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Three days ago."

"What happened three days ago?" Watson became even more curious. According to the information he had learned, Mycroft didn't have much contact with Lestrade in work or life. When did this happen? The two can actually have a good conversation in front of everyone, and Mycroft is still like a child asking his mother, asking Lestrade if he is suitable for that color, oh god, this looks too gay.

"A broken umbrella ruined Lestrade's life." Sherlock said slowly, he never minded the topic of being able to ridicule his brother.

"That expensive little black umbrella?" Watson blinked. He poked Sherlock's arm and asked, "Is that umbrella really expensive? Is there any allusion?"

"I don't know much, but Lestrade's salary may not be able to afford it for a while, but John," Sherlock tilted his head and smiled at his military doctor, "You reminded me."

"Remind you of what?"

"It's nothing." Sherlock shook his head, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth completely revealed what was absolutely wrong. Watson sighed. If Sherlock is determined not to speak, don't even try to pry his mouth open, damn stubborn .

"Come on, John, take Teddy home." Shouted Sherlock as he walked forward with his hands in his pockets.

"Wait, how do you know that?"

"Watch, John, what the hell is going on in your little head?"

"Certainly not chocolate cake." Watson grunted and followed the steps of the cohabitants, just like they were chasing the prisoner, except that they were at school at the moment, and the goal was to bring their son home.

After the police car left, the head of the school wiped his sweat and announced that today's class would be cancelled, because they were lucky enough to meet the legendary powerful man, and they thought it would be best to call a school-wide meeting of directors to prevent the school from closing down.

Sherlock refused to ask that question, so Watson stopped asking, but immediately remembered what he was dissatisfied with at the beginning.Watson complained to his cohabitant as he walked, "Sherlock, you should have told me earlier that Teddy was being bullied. This is not a trivial matter."

"You weren't there, John, and I'm doing fine," Sherlock said coolly.

"Can't you be more modest?" Watson said helplessly.

Sherlock looked at each other, the corners of his mouth curled up, "No, I never lie to the facts." After speaking, he strode across the long corridor to pick up his son.

The classroom was very quiet. Even though Donna was not there, the children who were used to it still maintained the quietest atmosphere. Most of them were reading books, but a few were fishing, such as Teddy Holmes.

Little Teddy didn't know what his father would do. He was a little worried, and he didn't want the other party to go too far. After all, it would cause trouble for everyone.Sometimes the character of a boy is like this, he will be very angry at first, even impulsively without considering the consequences, but later he will still consider others.

Little Teddy, resting his cheeks, was frowning and thinking, but he didn't know that others were staring at him.One is Mike Beeler who hesitates to speak, and the other is Angelo.

The boy turned the writing pen in his hand, his handsome eyebrows were a little raised, there was nothing wrong with yesterday's plan, except for one thing, the parent who came today was not John Watson, but the consulting detective who was known for his meanness and disrespect.

His eyes skipped over the boy's round face and lips, and finally he smiled slightly. The performance of this guy yesterday was really surprising. He was obviously a teddy bear, but he dared to fight against that woman. It was obviously not very good. It's disgusting that a smart kid is pampered.

"Teddy Holmes, I hate you even more." The pretty boy murmured softly in his heart, with a small arc at the corner of his mouth, but no one noticed.

Mike Bealer has been trying to talk to Little Teddy, but Teddy had already left yesterday, and today when he came in, he was already in class, and everyone was sitting quietly in their seats, even if he wanted to move around, it was not very good , because there are people patrolling outside, even if his grades are not good, and he is occasionally mischievous, it does not mean that he has no sense of class honor.

Just as the three of them were thinking about their own thoughts, a tall male teacher came in and announced that today's class would be cancelled, and everyone could go home.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed to Little Teddy with one stride, who was still pouted in a daze.

"Teddy." Mike pushed the other side, the former looked at him a little blankly, then blinked and smiled.

"What's the matter, Mike?"

Hearing what he said, the boy breathed a sigh of relief. He scratched his cheek and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Teddy, it was me who caused you to be asked to be a parent."

"It's not your fault, Mike, it's the teacher's unfairness." Little Teddy shook his head and said.

"Get out of the way, big man!" Carl Bagir, who came from behind, bumped into the boy viciously. Mike stared at him angrily, but he didn't dare to hit the little bastard's face with his raised fist. A schadenfreude smile.

"Bajir, don't bully your classmates." Angelo stopped her, and her usually gentle voice became a little harsh.

The sharp-nosed Bagir blinked his green eyes, turned his head and said innocently to the class monitor, Angelo, "It's Biller who takes up too much space, I didn't mean it." He proudly hung up a Smile and want to leave.

Little Teddy didn't speak all the time, just bent his eyes and stretched out his long legs, the movement was so fast that the former didn't even have time to pay attention.Bagir, who was like a proud white peacock, tripped and fell to the ground in a panic. All the students in the class laughed, and the pointy-nosed boy quickly got up and gave Teddy a hard look. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You did it on purpose!"

Little Teddy blinked innocently, "I don't have any, but my legs are a little longer. I'm sorry, I should think about my short legs."

Bajir, who was not tall, blushed. Mike raised his fist and stomped his feet. The boy with a sharp nose quickly ran away.

"He's just a coward," Mike grumbled.

"Teddy!"

The sound from the door made little Teddy's eyes widen in surprise. It was Daddy who came back, and he quickly got up and ran over. Little Teddy threw himself into Watson's arms and acted like a baby.

"Daddy, you're back!"

Watson hugged Little Teddy in his arms, rubbed his cheek and said with a smile, "Let's go home."

"Well, go home, Teddy wants to go home with you!" Giggling, because seeing his father, those unhappy emotions are completely gone. He was originally an optimistic child, and Teddy Holmes has always been with his family. Daddy acted like a baby and completely ignored a whole set of consulting detectives, but fortunately, Sherlock was not an ordinary father. He took advantage of his spare time to look at the classroom where his son was staying and his classmates.

The little black-haired boy caught his attention, not because the pretty boy was more conspicuous, but because of the look in the boy's eyes, Sherlock was sure he read it right, the boy did smile just now, but it felt a little weird.

"Dad, come, kiss." Little Teddy was immersed in joyful emotions, a round and not-so-small face blocked Sherlock in advance, and by the way gave a kiss, wiped away by disgust wiped.

"Let's go home, Teddy, and say goodbye to your classmates."

"Okay, Daddy." Little Teddy rolled his eyes and waved goodbye to Mike and Angelo, and the three left.

Angelo lowered his head to pack his schoolbag, while Mike beside him was still shouting excitedly that he had finally met Teddy's father, that great detective.

That man is the Sherlock Holmes that Mommy said, and he really has an annoying face. Like Teddy Holmes, he snorted softly and said goodbye to Mike with a smile. When he was sitting in the car , the boy thought quietly.

When the car started, Junxiu raised his eyebrows slightly, a plan was formed in his heart, the boy raised the corners of his mouth, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of innocence and said softly in his heart.

"No one will help you this time."

Still waving on the street, a taxi would stop. Before Watson could lament their luck, his son rubbed his cheek.

"Daddy, I miss you so much." Little Teddy sat on Watson's lap, pushed Sherlock aside, and acted sweetly.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and walked to the side reluctantly. In the past, this place belonged to him. If Dr. Watson heard it, he would vomit blood and die, so he said don't be that pampering parent. , Get used to them and they will become more and more domineering.

"I'm really sorry that I didn't come back yesterday, baby, you must have been wronged."

"Only a little bit, because Dad is here." Little Teddy tilted his head and looked at Sherlock, his eyes narrowed happily. "He made me dinner and comforted me. He wasn't angry when I was asked to be a parent. He's the best dad ever."

Sherlock snorted softly and didn't speak, but he was obviously very happy. Watson smiled and kissed little Teddy's cheek.

On the other side, in the London police car, when they arrived at their destination, Mycroft thought about it after getting out of the car and said, "Let's go eat after you finish your work."

"What's the reason this time?" Lestrade looked up and down at Mycroft, who licked his lips and asked with a smile.The last time was for a nice evening in London, the last time for Sherlock's quiet two days, the last time because he thought he couldn't think of any reason why he should refuse to eat dinner together.

"Well, because of my silver-gray suit, I don't think I will try this color when it is not necessary in the future." Mike Luo uniquely pretended to be serious but said in a sad tone.

The Scottish police detective rolled his eyes with a smile, and his handsome face is fascinating, "This is really an interesting reason." After speaking, he happily agreed, completely unaware of the two big men, and the point was a man with obvious intentions. , a handsome face without a heart, how inappropriate it is to have frequent dinners together, of course, no one will remind their beloved Inspector, on the one hand they really think that Mycroft, as a powerful It's just that a man with a little belly is really much better than his boss's wife. On the other hand, the most important fact is that they have already eaten people without knowing it.

"I'm glad you said yes." Mycroft rolled his eyes. Dinner, a necessary step in the quest. "I'll pick you up later."

Lestrade finally felt a little awkward, "I can go there by myself."

"I think it's better for us to go there together. In view of what happened last time, I think it's best to be with a police detective." Mycroft blinked teasingly, Lestrade's face A little embarrassed, he thought of the little black umbrella that the other party had sacrificed heroically, and made a decision in his heart.

"Okay then, see you later."

"see you later."

Lestrade raised his arms and jumped into the police car. The police officers in the same car finally breathed a sigh of relief and decided in their hearts that they should never sit with these two men next time. It's too fucking torture. people!

Looking at the leaving police car, the man representing the British government raised the corners of his lips, and habitually wanted to raise his little black umbrella with his right hand, only to find that his beloved umbrella had already been sacrificed to protect the citizens of London.

Sighing, the black nanny's car stopped in front of the man in a short while, the window was rolled down, and the capable female assistant winked at her boss, "Get in the car, sir."

Mycroft sat in the car, sighed comfortably, and suddenly said, "Order another one for me."

"Okay, sir." Anthea raised her head and replied with a smile. The capable assistant obviously made Mycroft feel better. He relaxed his body and decided to take a short nap first. He felt that he was really exhausted. Yes, sure enough, one shouldn't work so hard when one is old.

The car turned around in front and left in the opposite direction from the police car.

At about nine o'clock, Lestrade came out of the police station and stretched himself. He was really busy these days. He rubbed his face, and just as he put down his hands, he saw a car parked in front of him. The little black car, well, Mycroft Holmes' own little black car.

"I think you need a sweet tooth." Mycroft said with a smile, damn gentle, if you ignore the bloodshot eyes of both of them, it can be said to be quite romantic.

Lestrade greeted the beautiful female assistant, sat in the car and looked at Mycroft and nodded earnestly, "I think you are right."

The two busiest men in the British Empire, because their responsible colleagues have to take care of or take care of the most dangerous man in the British Empire. Fortunately, he now has a responsible and kind-hearted nanny, at least he won't let him starve to death in his own home, and the two of them decided to go to a restaurant with delicious sweets to fill their stomachs in a small black car.

The candlelight is flickering, the atmosphere is beautiful, the food is exquisite and delicious, and the dessert pudding is smooth and sweet. Everything is fine, except for one thing, why is it this kind of couple's restaurant again this time.

"Mycroft, don't you think this is a bit strange?" Lestrade asked hesitantly, and picked up the red wine presented by the store and began to drink.

The movement of his hands paused, and Mycroft finished the last bite of dessert, and then ordered another cake. Then he looked at Lestrade and asked with a rather strange expression: "Don't you know that I'm chasing after you?" You?"

"Pfft!" He successfully sprayed the red wine on the table, and Mycroft unfortunately got a little bit of it on his face.

"Cough cough cough..." Lestrade coughed violently. He took the handkerchief from the opponent's hand and covered his mouth. His azure eyes were a little red because of the physiological reaction caused by the liquid choking into the trachea.

"Sorry, I may have a problem with my ears." Lestrade put down his glass and turned his body slightly to let the waiter clean up the table. He wiped the corners of his mouth, and the Scottish police detective looked at him with hellish eyes.

"Mycroft, is something big going to happen to our country?"

"I think it can also be said that although I think I am just a small employee, my love life should not be that serious, but in some ways, I am very happy that you regard me as important, In addition to the necessary goodwill in the first step of falling in love, it is very important to maintain this relationship, that is, to regard your significant other more important, so that you can always maintain a certain sense of joy and appreciation for him.” Mike Luo Foot put his hands in a tower shape, and there was a usual not very sincere smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Wait, Mycroft, let's get back to the fundamental issue of this matter first." Lestrade said with a frown. He knew very well the two brothers' ability to lead people into ditch. The farther it becomes, the more the other party wants, so even if stopping their long talk or simply blocking their mouth is the best choice, it is obvious that the second option is not easy to implement.

"Okay." Mycroft nodded slightly, don't constantly refute your future partner's opinions, this is the first step of a good start.

"En." Lestrade scratched his cheek, he thought for a while and said, "If my hearing is fine, you just said that you have been pursuing me for a while?" In the state of torment, the Scottish police detective will no longer be surprised by these successive accidents. Even if the man in front of him said that he has been pursuing him for a while, Lestrade just doesn't understand, but Instead of flipping the table and aiming straight at the jaw or cheekbone for a nice right hook.

"Yes, that's right." Mycroft nodded, and then sighed again. He looked at the inspector across the way, seeming to complain, which almost made Lestrade jump up in fright.

"If dates, dinners, and sweet treats didn't catch your attention, I apologize, obviously because of my lack of experience in this area, you didn't feel my determination to pursue you."

"Oh no, that's not the case!" Lestrade waved his hand, he scratched his hair, his handsome face was full of puzzled expressions.

"The question here is, why me?" Lestrade licked his lips and repeated as if convinced, "Why me?"

"You meet my aesthetic standards." Mycroft rolled his eyes, more like calculating than sincerely.

Lestrade was choked, he knocked on the table and coughed, "I know I'm not too bad looking, but don't fool me, there are some better looking than me, John is just fine."

"That's not the type I like." Mycroft said, rolling his eyes, and added after thinking, "That's Sherlock's preference."

"Well, well, I obviously forgot." Lestrade scratched his somewhat gray hair, he pouted, then suddenly pursed it again, approaching Mycroft with bright eyes.

"Tell me, is there any big movement recently?"

Mycroft was stunned for a moment, but quickly rolled his eyes again. He got up slightly and approached Lestrade, the hot air in his mouth brushed over Lestrade's lips, feeling the slight stiffness of his muscles, he smiled softly, Move it close to the ear.

"No."

"Bang!" The chair fell to the ground, and Lestrade jumped up as if he had been bitten on the buttocks, bringing the chair down on the carpet. Although the sound was slowed down, it broke the quiet atmosphere. Successfully making himself and the man in front of him the focus of the audience, Mr. Inspector's face flushed fiercely. Tonight, a guy named Accident and Embarrassment has been following him, and he doubts that It was because of the man in front of him.

Mycroft calmly stood up and looked around. He apologized with a smile, and his face clearly stated that my family is a little bit angry, don't worry, everyone, and continue to enjoy your dinner.

The well-trained waiter respectfully came over again to fix the chair, and then retreated respectfully. It has to make people sigh that high-end restaurants pay for what they pay for.

Lestrade sat down and pressed his temple, and Mycroft kindly brought him a glass of warm water.

"So, it's not a joke?" Lestrade asked frustrated.

"Of course not." Mycroft looked at the other person with an expression of how could you offend my feelings for you. The latter opened his mouth in embarrassment, and finally he could only mutter, "How could you understand."

"I'm single, you're going to be single, I admire you, and you don't hate me, so why don't you understand?" Mycroft said with a smile, shaking his glass.

"How do you know me..." Lestrade looked at the other party in surprise, and finally swallowed the sentence "I'm going to get a divorce". There was no other reason, but he felt that it hurt his self-esteem. A middle-aged man without children Not even a dog, compared to men's three-piece suit that will never fade, how pessimistic you think when you go out to transfer to pick up and drop off.

"The process is not important." Mycroft took a sip of the red wine, he curled up his lips and looked at him, and smiled.

"The most important thing is that I want to pursue you again."