My son can't be this cute

When the biting cold wind hit the military doctor's face at night, he sneezed violently. The detective next to him closed the car window, and Anthea in front looked up and handed him a box of tissues.

"Thank you." Watson took the tissue and blew his nose. He wrinkled his red nose, turned his head to look at his cohabitant, and whispered, "Sherlock, what are you doing uproariously in the middle of the night?" ?”

"Investigate the case," Sherlock said succinctly.

Watson rubbed his cheeks to wake himself up, looked at him with blue eyes, thought for a while and asked again: "If I remember correctly, Sherlock, you said nothing strange during the day , and appease Mary so that she can live in peace, so now, we are going to go to her house secretly."

Sherlock glanced at Watson and said coolly, "If you want that Miss Morstan to live in her aunt's house forever, shut up now, John."

"...Sherlock, I thought we made up."

The dark-haired man rolled his eyes, "We have no dispute."

"No, I think we have. What are you angry about?" Watson licked his lips and asked, his lips became moist under the light, and they were a healthy color with a beautiful curve. Sherlock moved away I looked at myself, thought for a while and said, "I'm just used to you, John."

His words made Watson unable to think of an answer for a while. Sherlock is a lonely person who disdains to explain, communicate with others, and even disdain to get used to it. But now, he reveals his thoughts in a calm tone. , like a cat looking at you with wet eyes, showing its soft belly in your palm, you just think yes, I want the best for this little guy.

Watson smiled slightly, he sat up straight and didn't look at Sherlock, just looked at the mirror in front of him, and said calmly: "Sherlock, you will always have my promise, I will always be there when you need me. "

The curly-haired man in the mirror froze for a moment, then slowly raised the corners of his lips, his light-colored eyes withdrew from the usual coldness and disdain, and became soft.

Anthea curled her lips, quickly pressed keys on her BlackBerry, and sent a text message to the boss.

"It has reached the second step."

The man who was correcting official documents in the study glanced at the text message and smiled. It seemed that the little wayward child in front of him had grown up in an instant, and those conceited and persistent words sounded in his mind.

"When I grow up, I will find my own teddy bear, not this plush toy that everyone can have."

"Look, Sherlock, you found your teddy bear, will listen to you, will respond to you, will give you a cup of black coffee and two spoons of sugar." Mycroft murmured, this night faded away In disguise, the man who could represent the government of the British Empire becomes soft and harmless.

When they arrived at the door of Aunt Mary's house half an hour later, Anthea and the others waited in a hidden place at the door, which was also the place Sherlock observed at the beginning. After they left, the beautiful female assistant stepped on the door. The seven-centimeter high-heeled shoes got out of the car and went to a place to guard.

Watson asked his cohabitant with some unease, "Sherlock, are you sure it's a human and not a ghost?"

Sherlock looked down at Watson and smirked, "John, you are the man who invaded Afghanistan."

"Oh, Sherlock, it has nothing to do with that!" Watson jjj, and touched Browning in his pocket.

Sherlock didn't speak anymore, he flipped in through the window swiftly, and Watson's eyes widened when he saw it. Sherlock stood up and clapped his hands and whispered, "Hurry up, John, don't dawdle."

"Here we come." Watson muttered angrily, and rolled in quickly.

"Hey, Sherlock, where are we going now?"

"John, we're sneaking in, not here to play games." Sherlock said coolly, the two of them were so close that he could smell the shampoo on Watson's body, it was the same as his, it smelled good It smells like milk, but they all come as a bonus, Teddy's bottle of shampoo is the most expensive.

"I know." Watson also replied in a low voice, but it's the middle of the night now, and the house is eccentric. John Watson can kill enemies with his bare hands, but unfortunately, he still maintains his childhood fear, He is powerless to deal with these invisible and intangible things.

"If you're really scared, John, I don't mind if you tug on my sleeve." Sherlock said slowly, his steps as light as a Siamese cat.

"Shut up, Sherlock, don't make fun of me, I'm not a girl." Watson stared at the other party in the dark, very annoyed, and even flushed, while the former just laughed sullenly.

They soon stopped at the door of Mary's bedroom, and Watson tugged on the sleeve of the cohabitant and whispered: "Sherlock, the door is locked, and it's not good for us to go in like this."

Sherlock rolled his eyes at Watson, took out his tools from his pocket, and said as he started, "This is not the time for a gentleman, John."

The door lock rang lightly, and the room was very dark, but the two of them still heard the sound of long breathing, and Mary Morstan was already fast asleep.Sherlock made a gesture to ask John to follow him to the sofa. The two of them nestled behind the sofa. The view from here could clearly see the layout of the entire room, but most people would not notice this place immediately.

After the eyes get used to the darkness, they can see the vague outlines of things. What's more, there is a small transom window in this room, and a small piece of moonlight spills in, forming a dappled halo on the floor. If they are not in this situation, Watson would like to Make a cup of black tea and enjoy it, but now, in the middle of the night, in a woman's room, two big men are stuck together, with the same shampoo smell, which is really uncomfortable, so Hua Sheng moved his body, hoping that another Don't be so close to Sherlock, they are not sandwiches.

"Don't move." Sherlock yelled softly. There was a little difference in height between the two of them. In this small place, Huasheng moved around, and her soft hair was always rubbing against his chin.

"Okay." Watson said in frustration to give up. Hell, he hated his height. He looked like a woman nestled in Sherlock's arms, and Sherlock was definitely not a gentleman. , I might be patient in my heart, this guy is not even willing to share the same space with others, let alone such an intimate level.

"Don't mutter, John." Sherlock reached up and ruffled his hair as naturally as he had done to Teddy, or rather the smooth head of his predecessor, dear Mr. Skull.

Watson blushed, and was about to retort that he hadn't when he felt pressure in his hair and Sherlock's low voice.

"coming."

Watson froze. He turned his head and looked at the place where Sherlock's eyes were pointing. There was nothing there, but when he listened carefully, there was some kind of strange noise in the air. If he was the only one, this sound was indeed It would be creepy, but now there is Sherlock by his side, and the latter looks calm and even excited. His eyes that see danger as chocolate cake successfully dissipated more than half of Watson's fear, so He wasn't too scared. The military doctor listened quietly, and suddenly opened his eyes wide. The voice was...

"Dangerous little thing, it's starving." Sherlock smiled lowly.

"God!" Watson shouted subconsciously. At the same time, Sherlock next to him rushed out like a vigilant Labrador retriever, grabbed the cute little thing in his mouth, and looked at Hua Sheng's heart was almost picked out, and the second half of the sentence was finally spit out.

"That's a fucking snake! Sherlock!"

At the same time, the whole house seemed to wake up in an instant, and there seemed to be fighting sounds coming from the next room. In the bedroom where Mary was, the quilt on the bed was suddenly lifted, and a figure jumped up, very agile, absolutely It wouldn't be a gentle woman like Mary. Through the moonlight, Watson could see that person clearly, it was Lestrade.

"What the hell is going on!" Watson yelled, staring at the two men in front of him. Sherlock was playing with the poisonous snake in his hands. It's a poisonous snake, he opened his throat and shouted, "Sherlock, let me go, it's dangerous!"

"John, if I let go, it will bite." Sherlock said slowly, his light-colored eyes were shining, like a child who found a favorite toy, happily torturing the toy in his hand. that little snake.

"I don't think you need to be so excited, John." Lestrade scratched his cheek, "This guy has been caught before, and he always has some weird abilities."

"That's a necessary ability." Sherlock retorted dissatisfiedly, he pursed his lips and said, "And now, Inspector Lestrade, you should go to the next room and arrest that guy, you just didn't sleep Are you awake?"

"...Sorry." Lestrade brushed his hair in embarrassment. Only then did Watson see the sleep marks on his face. No wonder he just woke up like a carp. He didn't wake up at all. Locke is here, Greg, you can't fall asleep so peacefully!Watson jj in his heart.

When the three of them went to another room to arrest the prisoner, Watson saw that Mr. Barry Gwynn was already on the floor with a face like a pig's head, and Anthea stepped on the floor, and the beautiful female assistant fiddled with him. He blinked his eyes and said, "I just used a little bit of strength."