My son can't be this cute

"Yes, don't be afraid, baby, he doesn't allow you to come to me, I can come here."

"Liar, you obviously care more about Mommy." With teary eyes, like some kind of abandoned animal, Angelo choked up and said, his face was flushed, he didn't look very sober, and his previous self-control was completely gone No, only instinctive desire.

"I don't, baby, I care about you just as much." Moran brushed the boy's wet black hair aside, and he said softly, with soft eyebrows and eyes.

"These years... you are not here..." Panting hard, the boy frowned and said, he felt uncomfortable, but compared to physical discomfort, the saddest thing was that he couldn't see the person he loved, he sternly Biting his lips, unwilling to show his cowardly side to others, even those he loves.

"Don't be like this, Angelo." Moran called out Angelo's name softly. Why does the child blessed by God always show such an expression? They are all there, but this child is unwilling to rely on anyone. Because like that person?The blond man sighed.

Angelo turned his face away. He is much more awake now, so he has put away those tears, and his little hands are tightly clutching the quilt under the quilt. He doesn't want to be seen by the other party in such an embarrassing way. He doesn't want to lose. He will prove himself to be the best.

"An Qi, you don't need to work so hard." Moran sighed. Parents would be happy to see a child's excellence, but compared to these, their health and happiness are the most important. No one asks this child to be The best, but he himself is harsher than adults, why is he so strong?Obviously it wasn't like this before.

The long eyelashes blinked, the boy's amber eyes were full of water, and his lips were tightly pursed. He looked at the blond man, but the outline of another person was outlined in his mind, a familiar yet unfamiliar person, He wants to keep up with people.

"I need it." He said softly, answering Moran's question.

There is helplessness, distress and tolerance in the gray-blue eyes. No matter what his choice is, I will protect him and guard him. "An Qi, you still have me, and..." The man couldn't utter the last sentence, he could only raise his hand and gently caress the boy's cheek, he paused to wipe away those tears.

"I'm not crying, it's just water on the towel."

"Well, I know, I didn't wring it dry, can we change it?" Moran coaxed softly, and the boy just nodded with his lips pursed.

"kindness."

After feeding the medicine to the boy, it didn't take long before exhaustion hit the boy again. Moran sat aside and got up and kissed Angelo's forehead before leaving.He closed the door gently, and made a phone call in front of the French windows.

"He's asleep, you..." The voice on the phone was as smooth as silk, but the words he uttered were also cold, which meant rejection. Moran squeezed his fingers tightly, and in the end he could only sigh and compromise helplessly .

"At least come back and have a look at him." That's all the blond man finally said, and the sound of hanging up the phone came from the other side, cold and heartless.

A sigh came from the long corridor, and the quiet manor fell asleep in the dark night. With the night wind and the whispering of the stars, the world finally ushered in the light after a few hours, and Baker Street opened up again with noise. prelude.

After Watson had breakfast and handed over the task of sending Teddy to school to Harry, who had nothing to do anyway, he went downstairs and left. When he reached the door, he was stunned because he saw the familiar little black car. He stopped at the door of his own house again, opened the door with some doubts and sat in. Before Watson could speak, the beautiful female assistant who was playing with the BlackBerry phone seldom raised her head and explained to herself apologetically.

"Sorry, Dr. Watson, this time we are here to pick up your sister, Harriet Watson." Anthea opened the car door while explaining, and asked the military doctor to get out of the car.Watson blushed. Apart from the embarrassment caused by the misunderstanding, there was also anger. How could that Harry have anything to do with Mycroft!Didn't these two people have enough trouble under his blog?Do you have to endanger the citizens of the British Empire in real life?So in a rage, the military doctor rushed back to the apartment, startling the blond woman who was still watching TV on the sofa.

"Harry, why do you want to see Mycroft!"

Halle, who was chewing popcorn at the corner of her mouth, tilted her head for a while and said, "Who is Mycroft?" Watson swore that if Halle didn't look like a joke, he would have confiscated her popcorn!

"God, that's Sherlock's brother, you two have been fighting under my blog! Is it going to be a disaster for the whole of Britain now?"

"Oh, it's that guy." Harry understood a little bit, grabbed a handful of popcorn, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed, blinked his eyes after swallowing, and said, "I have something to do with him."

"What's the matter with him? You're not colleagues, you don't have a common language, and you're not stakeholders!" Watson frowned and asked, he was very sure that his sister was looking for trouble, and he thought he needed to tell Clara in private. Make a phone call to bring this guy back, otherwise he will definitely lose several years of life, one Harley and Sherlock is enough, and now add Mycroft?Oh god, this is so horrible!Watson jjj in his heart, feeling more and more horrified,

"Why is there no interest involved?" Harry said eloquently, raised his chin and said, "The matter between you and that guy hasn't been resolved yet, I have to investigate for you idiot!"

"God, Harry, we're not a couple!" Watson said angrily with wide-eyed eyes, but only got a blank stare from the blonde woman.

"Daddy, you're going to be late!" Little Teddy, who had been eating breakfast quietly, felt that he had to remind his daddy of this matter. Although the end of the month was over, he still had to earn money.

"Oh, God!" Scratching his hair, Watson hurried downstairs.

"What the hell did he come back for?" Harry stuffed jjj rice crackers into his mouth again, tilted his head and looked at Teddy with a smile and said, "Honey, eat quickly, I'll take you to school later, um , we have a special car."

"kindness!"

As for Sherlock, who was still nestled under the quilt at the moment, Watson's methods of lifting the quilt, patting his cheek, and pinching his nose to wake the detective up had no effect.

After eating the popcorn and wiping the corners of his mouth, Harry took the little Teddy into the special car, first sent the little guy to school, and then went to meet that Sherlock Holmes for a while, the name is really hard to remember, forget it Curling her lips, Harry sighed with emotion, what would that idiot brother John do without him.

On the other side, Mycroft was sitting in the coffee shop enjoying his breakfast leisurely, opposite was Detective Lestrade who had been busy all night and hadn't come home yet.

"This is delicious." Putting what he thought was the most delicious thing on his own inspector's plate was disgusted, and the Scottish inspector said without energy: "Sorry, I think sweets are a bit disgusting."

"...You won't have it, will you?"

"Pfft!" The Scottish inspector sprayed the coffee directly onto the dining table, hurting Mycroft's delicate sleeves, and turning the white shirt into a dark color.

"I was just joking, Greg." Mycroft didn't mind, took out a handkerchief and wiped the stain, and added while wiping, "This way you won't look so bad."

"Sorry." Lestrade coughed lightly. Seeing that Mycroft was still slowly wiping the hideous sleeves, he couldn't take it any longer. He greeted the waiter and asked the waiter to bring over a cup of boiling water. , got up and went to the man, took the handkerchief in his hand and muttered: "It's useless for you to use hot water."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, watching Lestrade wipe his sleeves little by little with a soaked veil, his serious eyes under the long eyelashes, he smiled, looking at each other After agreeing, she leaned over and kissed the corner of the man's mouth.

"Ha, what are you doing?" Lestrade was taken aback and almost jumped up, but Mycroft grabbed his wrist.

"Do what lovers should do." Mycroft said confidently. Lestrade blushed fiercely, and suddenly realized their relationship. It's not his fault. The two of them are nothing. The age of love and busy work, since the establishment of the relationship, not to mention dating, they have not seen much time during this period, the criminals in London seem to have reached an agreement in an instant - the leader of the sabotage intelligence agency and the Scottish police Tan's love affair.

"Well, did you get to this point without holding hands?" Lestrade put aside the embarrassing reaction at the beginning, but became interested in joking.

"I'm considering skipping this step to the final one." Mycroft tapped his fingers on the table and smirked, almost scaring Lestrade.

"Well, I think we'd better take our time," said Lestrade dryly.

"Okay then." Mycroft replied in a tone that I regretted. Lestrade picked up the coffee and sipped slowly in order to cover up. The black car, a woman got off from the little black car, um, well, a woman I know.

"Mycroft, have you invited John's sister over?"

"She asked me out, to be precise." Mycroft put down the coffee cups and told the waiter to clear the table, as they had other uses at the moment.

"What can you two talk about?" Lestrade asked curiously.

"Obviously we can talk about a lot of things, given Miss Watson's witty vocabulary." Mycroft raised the corner of his mouth and used a compliment, well, maybe it was a compliment, Lestrade touched Touch your nose and think.