My son can't be this cute

Watson stared at each other, feeling suddenly sad. If he, a stranger, would feel bad, how sad Teddy would be.

"Do you blame him?" Watson asked as he went downstairs.

"What's his fault? Was he left behind?" The big light-colored eyes were open, and the eyelids were a little red, but he stubbornly didn't cry.

"Sorry." Watson sighed, he had nothing to say to comfort the other party, he could only apologize.

"You don't need to apologize to me, never." The little head buried in Watson's arms and said sullenly.

After leaving the house, Watson encountered a problem. He glanced around in embarrassment, and saw the female police officer just now. She was a bit idiotic, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Holding the little Teddy and walking towards the other party, the female police officer put down her hand and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Where can I get a taxi near here?"

Donovan pointed to the road not far away, "There, only there is a taxi."

"Thank you." Watson was about to leave with the little Teddy in his arms, but was stopped by Donovan again.

"What?" He turned his head and adjusted his posture for holding the little Teddy.

"Is this child his son?" Donovan asked curiously. In some respects, women are always better at assuming than men.

"No." A small voice came from the man's arms. Watson put on Teddy's hat and smiled without explaining or hiding it.

"Oh." In response, Donovan withdrew his gaze from Little Teddy and looked at Watson instead.

"What else is there?" Watson asked subconsciously tensing his muscles on guard.

Donovan smiled, "Relax, I have no plans to do anything."

"But you seem to have something to say to me."

"Well, yes, there are some, or curiosity, um, or persuasion."

"For example?" Watson pursed his lips.

"Don't get too close to him."

"Why?" Watson was not surprised. From the first time he met his cohabitant, the word surprise could no longer truly reflect his emotions. Now he is more curious.

"He didn't get paid for coming here, he didn't have anything, and there were only cases." The woman paused, raised her finger and pointed to the house, "Like this, everyone said it was a suicide case, but he firmly believed it was a serial murder case." , interesting, fantastic and cruel, his favorite, Sherlock is a genius, smart, sharp, and one day the London cases will not satisfy him, and we see him commit the crime himself, just for the perverted **, he's a freak."

Watson stared blankly at the woman, and couldn't say anything to refute for a while. The annoying cohabitant, after all, they had only been together for a few hours, but the little Teddy in his arms quit, and looked up. looking at each other.

"He's not a freak, he's my dad!" The big eyes stared at the other person without fear, repeating word by word, "He's my dad."

"His son?" asked Donovan again, looking at Watson.

"Teddy Holmes." The boy said in a nasal voice, the pair of eyes exactly like Sherlock's made the woman startled for a moment, but she soon regained her composure.

"I thought he was married to work, well, he didn't need anything else but the case." Donovan bit his lip and smiled.

"Deodorant." Little Teddy uttered another word, and Watson was sure he had heard it somewhere.

"what?"

Little Teddy smiled slightly, his big eyes sparkling, "The same deodorant as that forensic doctor, and your knee, I think his wife hasn't cleaned the floor for him for a long time."

Donovan looked at the boy like hell, and the boy just winked at her.

"Let's go, Daddy, I'm hungry." Little Teddy continued to hug Watson and said softly, without any of the adamant momentum just now.

"Then let's go." No matter how many questions he wanted to ask, Watson still chose to put it aside for the time being, because the child in his arms was more important.

It was a bit difficult for Blackston to get a taxi. Little Teddy had already fallen out of Watson's arms, and because he was concerned about his father's legs, he held his father's little finger and looked around, trying to help.

Seeing his cute appearance, Watson couldn't help sighing in his heart, the big one must be the product of genetic mutation, the genes in Holmes' family should be such a considerate and sweet little Teddy.

After walking for a while, Watson found that something was wrong. Why did the public telephone nearby always ring, and what was even more strange was that once he entered this area, it would ring, as if waiting for him.

Little Teddy noticed his daddy's gaze, he tilted his head, smiled at the camera, turned around and touched his belly and said to Watson aggrievedly: "Daddy, I'm hungry, very hungry, very hungry Hungry."

"Oh, let me see where I can eat." Watson said gently, his heart was already occupied by the little Teddy's stomach, and the world was not as important as the little Teddy's stomach.

The man on the other side holding the camera raised the corners of his lips, and the assistant on the side wanted to say something, but he stopped him.

"Wait a minute."

The female assistant nodded and continued to play with her blackberry phone. The man put his hands together and smiled softly. The men in their family never lack the courage to accept the facts.

The phone in the public phone booth stopped ringing, and Watson shrugged his shoulders as he entered the restaurant, thinking that maybe he was just thinking too much.

Going to the scene of the crime early in the morning, Watson found it a waste of energy to talk to his cohabitant, because he was eating his second lunch.

Little Teddy ate purple cabbage with a fork, turned his big eyes, looked up at Watson with his small face and said softly, "Daddy, Dad, he's not a freak."

"I don't think so either." Dr. Watson put down his fork and replied, taking a tissue to wipe the sauce from the corner of the little guy's mouth.

"He's just a little smarter than the average guy."

"Well, I know that." Watson smiled, he had already experienced the damn high IQ of his cohabitant.

"He just doesn't know how to get along with other people."

"Indeed." Watson nodded in agreement.

"He can be a bit of a nuisance at times because he's mean and loner."

"Yes." Watson gritted his teeth and said, the damned cohabitant actually left them alone and ran away, God knows how embarrassed he was at that time, like an idiot, an abandoned woman.

"He likes to leave us behind." Little Teddy finally concluded, looking up at each other with a small face, "So, you can only love me, Teddy Holmes, not Sherlock Nasty Holmes .”