My son can't be this cute

Mycroft raised his hand suddenly, and Lestrade was taken aback. No matter how rough this Miss Watson was, she couldn't hit a woman. Just as he was about to press his hand, he saw her wipe his cheek. , was splashed by Harry's saliva, he looked up at the other party, smiled, Lestrade shivered, and Harry snorted.

"I think at this point we should focus on discussing when those two people have progressed, rather than this further question, Harley, as far as I understand, neither of these two people has realized that their behavior all day* has It’s just like a couple.”

Harley was immediately brought to this topic, she sat down on a chair, wrinkled her nose and looked at Mycroft, "No matter what, our John must be on top, Watson's family should not be on the bottom of."

Mycroft showed a smirk and didn't speak, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth and the sincerity in his eyes would make people think that he had compromised, and he put his hands back into a tower shape. Lestrade on the side heaved a sigh of relief, watching It looked like the alarm had been lifted, he glanced at the crowd, and immediately retracted his curious eyes, those who read newspapers read newspapers, those who ate breakfast ate breakfast, and no one glanced at them again.

Lestrade stopped sitting at the other table, and sat directly next to Mycroft, and asked the waiter to bring over another cake. Sweets can control anger and make people happy.From Harry's point of view, what a fucking loving couple, she misses Clara a little.

"Harry, I think we all see it clearly except for the two parties involved."

"Yes, to be honest, I really looked down on your brother at first. Although he looks okay, his bad temper is really unbearable, but," the blonde woman paused, licked her lips and said, " But when I saw him solve the case, he was really fucking sexy, I have nothing to object to, but I have to insist on one thing, my brother cannot be the one below."

Really stubborn, Lestrade muttered in his heart while sipping black tea, it really is a family.

"Sherlock is a bit spoiled. As an elder brother, I also have the responsibility. I am very grateful to John for taking care of him and forgiving him. You know, no one in this world can bear him like John, except for Mommy. From time to time, I also hope to open Sherlock's mind and take a look, and hope that he doesn't lack any organs, such as respecting his brother."

Mycroft exaggeratedly said that even though he dotes on his younger brother, he is almost always in a state of anger. Sherlock always has a way to anger him. When he was young, he brought Sherlock back from the drug rehabilitation center. Sometimes he even gave the bad boy a good beating. Of course, the brains of the Sherlock Holmes family cannot be harmed by inferior drugs. His younger brother Sherlock is a genius. worry less.But now it's good, he can rearrange the things he needs to worry about, from the original first Sherlock to the current Greg.

"Why are you looking at me?" Lestrade asked, rubbing his nose uncomfortably.

"I just adjusted my list in my head." Mycroft answered Lestrade's question with a smile, and the latter understood without asking this time, picked up the black tea and sipped slowly to cover himself flushed cheeks.

Harry chuckled, rolled his eyes and said, "I think from this moment on, I appreciate you a little bit."

"My honor, ma'am." Mycroft said with a gentlemanly smile, and Lestrade, who was on the side, looked at the two men while drinking tea, and then found in a daze that the two men started from this moment. They actually chatted happily, as if the two red-faced people who were arguing just now were not them.

Two hours ago, Lestrade, who was sitting in the little black car, curiously asked Mycroft what they talked about after he answered the phone and left, and why Harry looked very happy when he left.

"I just told her that her beautiful wife misses her terribly, and from the way she answered the phone I figured she was going to surprise her," Mycroft said with a laugh.

"What surprise?"

"Perhaps a pretty little girl."

"This is really amazing, how do you know?" Lestrade asked in a tone of surprise and admiration, which satisfies the vanity of the Holmes man very well, and Mycroft hummed softly in his heart It is said that Sherlock is not the only one who can find a John Watson in this world.

"As long as you want to know, I will tell you."

"Oh, what should I say? Gratitude or a flattered expression?" Lestrade blinked, his handsome face looked so charming, and his sexy lips turned to the head of MI[-] Sending out a strong invitation, he raised his eyebrows and said: "Maybe you should act out, I like your actions more than words, dear Greg, although I hate actions, I always use my brain to fight this mouth world, but I've always been a man of action, especially with you."

Lestrade felt his face burn when he heard this seemingly shameless words, and the pretty female assistant in front of them was playing with his BlackBerry, and the driver with a serious face, but whatever, the man in front of him more than anything.

"You're unbelievable." Lestrade sighed, then stretched out his hand to caress the other's chin and kissed him deeply, prying open Mycroft's teeth, sticking out his tongue and licking it in.

Mycroft's always confident and composed eyes widened, but only once, and then visibly intoxicated, his arm caressed Lestrade's waistline, and the two exchanged their first Kiss, hot and sexy, fucking awesome!

After Harry bid farewell to Mycroft and the others, she ran straight to the train station. She wanted nothing, and she wanted to go home because she was afraid that her brother would beat her up.

Dr. Watson in the clinic stared angrily after receiving a text message from his sister. After making a call, he found that the phone had been turned off. It seemed that the guy decided to pretend to be dead to ignore the matter.

"John, are you okay?" Sarah asked with concern.

"No, I'm fine." Watson smiled ferociously. It's really not easy. It's really hard to make such an expression on a pleasing round face. Rapunzel smiled awkwardly and hurried left.

After Sarah left, a text message from Watson's cell phone came. When he opened it, the blue veins on his forehead appeared hideously.

"It's boring, and it's boring to pick Teddy home, John, I want fried dumplings, don't put spicy." Just finished reading, and soon came another one, "Don't disturb me when you come back, black coffee, two spoons of sugar. "

Watson took a deep breath, not being irritable, he stuffed the phone back into his trouser pocket, sat on the soft chair and said "Don't beat Sherlock" 37 times silently, and finally felt much more comfortable when it reached [-] times, at this time the text message came again up.

"John, I think we need to go to the restaurant to eat. Unfortunately, our kitchen can no longer find your familiar pan and my teacup. They have become an eternal data record along with my experiment."

"Fucking life!"

On Baker Street, Sherlock rolled up and nestled a little into the sofa, quickly pressed the BlackBerry in his hand, and got a reply not long after.

"Twice a week, dear Charlie, you really give me trouble."

Sherlock simply ignored the text message, and someone came to clean it up 10 minutes later, and Mycroft was charged with the bill. Sherlock completely ignored the others, pulled the blanket to cover his feet, and played with his phone on the sofa.

Mycroft's subordinates were all professional, and everything was settled within ten minutes. They hadn't forgotten to close the door when they left, and the strong man in the lead was stopped when he wanted to leave.

"Why didn't the blond man come last time?"

"Ah? Oh, that man, he's just a temporary worker, Mr. Holmes, what else can you do?" The man asked fearfully, everyone knows, don't offend that man's younger brother.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and said without looking up, "No."

"Then I'll leave first." The man hastily closed the door and fled in two steps.

Sherlock snorted coldly in his heart, that man, with a strong body, muscular forearms, a layer of calluses on the pads of his index fingers and palms, and scars on his jaws, is a man who can handle guns, and he is too calm when facing himself, answer Perfection is fatal imperfection, Sherlock smiled, the doctor's notebook on the coffee table has been opened, and the latest blog post is the user who made a living last time.

"The gift has been delivered, are you satisfied?"

"Interesting, very interesting." The light-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an excited smile on the corner of the lips. No one had ever fascinated Sherlock so much except the case, and this person did it.

Sherlock sat up straight, and quickly typed on the computer keyboard, "Where's the next gift?" After waiting for a while, a new message was finally refreshed on the hour.

"If you are satisfied, there will be another one. I will tie a pink bow as a decoration."

Leaving his slender fingers from the keyboard, Sherlock pressed his palms together to his lips, thinking quietly. It didn't take long for a smile to appear at the corner of his mouth.

The evening sun seemed to suck away all the heat in the air. After saying goodbye to Sarah and the others, Watson tightened his coat and left the clinic. He was going to take a taxi directly to the school to pick up Teddy. Seriously tell his roommates to stop blowing up their kitchens.

When we arrived at school, besides little Teddy, there was a woman, a strange woman.