My son can't be this cute

In the woods, Mary took the children in her class to camp near the small river. In order to take good care of all the students, after comprehensive consideration, the children were divided into two teams, one pair was older and stronger, and the younger The children stayed on the other side, and then there was a lottery.

Little Teddy pouted, walked up to Mary, pulled her clothes and said, "Teacher, why am I put on the small side? Look at me, I'm not skinny at all." Liaoliang's forearm, um, is soft and tender, although there is no muscle but there is still a little fat.

Mary smiled and rubbed the boy's curly hair, "Teddy, you are the youngest, you need better care."

"But, I also want to take care of others." Little Teddy said softly with his small face up. Compared with being taken care of, he also wanted to try to take care of others. The truth is, it feels good to be an older brother, and he can give orders. His genes are fully reflected at this time.

"Wait until you grow up." Mary kissed his forehead, happy for the boy's innocent words.

"Okay." Little Teddy sighed and stopped pushing. His easy-to-give up character is probably inherited from Watson's sister Harley. When he opened it to see the names inside, he heard Bagir's scream.

"I don't want to sleep in a tent with this guy!"

"I'm not happy to sleep with you! I want to sleep with Teddy!" Mike also yelled, his face flushed, why do two people who hate each other get together every time!Is this evil fate or evil fate!

"Teacher, we need to change!" The two shouted at Mary in unison, looking at each other angrily, Little Teddy swallowed, thinking that he might have seen a spark just now, and it was because the magnetic field was extremely strong. Discord sparks.

"That's not acceptable. Since we got the lottery, we can only sleep together. Mike, you are older than Bajir, can you be an older child?"

The strong boy pursed his lips, finally puffed his hair in frustration, and nodded in response, but Bajir wanted to say something but was stopped by Mary. Although Mary was a good-tempered teacher, she had to say that she had She was quite old-fashioned at the time, but she was kind and cared for the children, so even the naughty Bagir would not disobey the teacher's intentions, so he could only nod helplessly, pouted and stood next to Mike. together.

Little Teddy took a sympathetic look at Mike who was walking towards the west, Bajir followed after him muttering, and when the two of them were not quiet, he looked away, and only then did he have time to look at his note After seeing who was written, the boy laughed, waved at the boy who was looking at the list and said, "An Qi, the two of us are together."

Angelo froze for a moment, then raised his head to see Little Teddy running towards him, his face was red, and he was a little excited to show him the name on it.

"Look, Angie, I've drawn it to be with you." It's always better to live with someone you know well. The children each choose a suitable place to set up the tent. This is just a temporary first day. In the evening, they will set off to spend the night in a nearby cabin.

Ever since he accidentally gnawed on Teddy's lips last time, Angelo found a strange thought in his heart. He felt that the other party was not that annoying. Most importantly, he couldn't look at the other party naturally every time. Because his eyes would always fall on the lips he had gnawed, of course, they were all right, but he just couldn't help himself from looking at the boy's lips.

"Why don't you talk, Angie? Don't you like the two of us together?" Little Teddy asked cautiously.

"No, no, I'm very happy, really, Teddy." Angelo said with a smile, but he didn't dare to look at the other person, his soft lips were bitten by him, these words were like a spell The same kept replaying in his mind.

"That's good." Little Teddy breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and took the other's hand and said, "Then let's go and set up a tent."

"En, yes." Angelo responded, pursing his lips, he really didn't understand what he was thinking now, it was all that guy, he thought sullenly.

But at the moment on Baker Street, Sherlock's room was as messy as if it had been robbed three times. Clothes were dug out from the closet one after another. In addition to normal coats, suits and nightgowns, there were even cleaners. Along with all kinds of weird uniforms, the last piece of clean underwear flew over Watson's head.

"Sherlock, please! Aren't you going to perform!" Watson yelled unbearably. Aren't you just going to handle the case? As for making it so grand, he never did this.

Sherlock stood firm, wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes sparkled, "John, this is a battlefield, this is very interesting! A woman who doesn't only think about perfume and banquets!"

"Sherlock, I have to remind you that I only became your boyfriend an hour ago, and I don't want us to be the shortest couple in history."

Sherlock froze for a moment, and he walked over with the corners of his lips curled up, looking at Watson with some pleasure, "John, I thought you understood that what I'm interested in is not the woman herself, but what's in her mind, and What is different about women in general is of great research value.”

"Please, even if that's the case, I won't be generous enough to let my boyfriend chase after a woman's ass. Besides, a man's interest in a woman is the prerequisite for them to get together." Watson He said heavily, and his big round eyes fully expressed his dissatisfaction. Of course, he understood Sherlock's character, he was curious, and was full of interest in all complicated things, whether it was people or things, but understanding did not mean agreeing. , It doesn’t mean I don’t mind, well, in a word, John Watson is a little jealous, God knows they just became a couple for an hour, 15 minutes and [-] seconds.

Sherlock snorted with interest. He bent down to look at Watson sitting on the sofa, almost touching the tip of his nose to the other's nose. Watson shrank back in embarrassment, and said: "Sherlock, don't come so close to me."

"I thought you needed it." Sherlock smiled, straightened up and got into the pile of clothes again.

"Oh, God, don't do that to me!" cried Watson angrily, as Sherlock, comparing two identical coats, said casually, "But it works."

"Okay." Watson rubbed the space between his brows. He felt that it was foolish to expect that Sherlock might not be such an asshole.He stood up and sighed, picked up the clothes that Sherlock had thrown everywhere, folded them one by one and put them in the closet, until he bent down again to pick up the same shirt again. broke out.

"Sherlock!"

Baker Street is always full of life. Ms. Hudson, who was enjoying her leisure time in the coffee shop, sipped a sip of black tea with a smile, and gossiped with her friends about the latest development of Sherlock and Watson.

Watson has always felt that his cohabitant really deserves a beating sometimes, but he never thought that this arrogant guy also knows this, so he turned his lips up and looked at the man in front of him who asked him to beat him , smiled, "Sherlock, well, I already know your determination, but I really don't intend to beat you up."

"John, I'm serious." Sherlock rolled his eyes, wondering why his doctor couldn't tell whether he was serious or lying.

"Because you're a genius, if you want to know why."

"You always look very smart at this time." Sherlock laughed, his brows and eyes stretched naturally.

"Because when you despise other people's IQ, anyone can see the disgusted expression on your face." Watson gave the other party a free roll of the eyes, with a helpless tone.

"Well then, John, stop talking nonsense, look here, punch right here, I know you've been meaning to do this for a while, after I blew up the kitchen for the third time."

"No, it's the second time I ruined my most beloved teacup." Watson replied blankly.

"A teddy bear is enough for our family." Sherlock made excuses to shirk responsibility with a clear face.

"That's my second favorite teacup!" Watson said solemnly.

"You can use your first favorite teacup."

"That damn thing has already been blown up by you!"

Sherlock closed his eyes and thought for a while, it seemed that there was such a thing, but it was very boring, boring things, things he destroyed, were deleted immediately.

"You're a bad guy." Watson muttered, and rolled up his sleeves. Sherlock subconsciously took a step back, and said somewhat unnaturally, "John, that's just a cup." A punch is inevitable, but a fist mixed with anger is unnecessary.

"I know, and I also know you're trying to get the picture."

"I don't know when you became so smart." Sherlock stood up straight, with a small arc at the corner of his mouth.

"The moment I became your boyfriend." Watson calculated the distance and area of ​​contact between his fist and Sherlock's cheek, and made sure that he would not really hurt Sherlock's eyes and nose. But it's dangerous, and it's damn painful, and Sherlock is definitely the one who can't stand pain the most.

Ten minutes later, outside an elegant villa, the doorbell rang. The maid looked through the peephole, and saw a man with a gentle aura and scars on his face. She was a little disappointed. The photo that Lin saw was clearly a nice man, but he didn't expect him to be so useless now.

"Please come in." After listening to the other party nagging about his injury like a sissy for a few minutes, the maid said calmly, opened the door, and let the disappointing detective and his short assistant go. Come in.

Watson followed Sherlock upstairs, glanced back at the disdainful maid, and suddenly became a little angry. Sherlock shouldn't be treated like this. He raised his hand and poked Sherlock's lower back, but the latter didn't Turning around, she only squeezed his index finger.Well, this comforted the military doctor very well, he was relieved, and his complexion was no longer so ugly.

Irene Adler, this woman, Watson's impression of him is stuck in a lot of hot photos that he accidentally glanced at, but the reality is often more shocking, so he let his eyes wander around a little bit at a loss Mumbling, "Ma'am, can you get dressed first?"

Irene took the piece of paper from Yanhong's mouth, turned around to look at the awkward little man, and once again fell on Sherlock, she said ambiguously: "Your boyfriend seems to think that I am more important than you." Hot."

Sherlock ignored her, and only said to Watson indifferently: "John, I need you to go outside and watch, and don't let anyone come in."

"Okay." Watson was a little hesitant, but he agreed. He closed the door but didn't lock it. Anyway, Sherlock is a normal man, and men sometimes can't control their eyes, okay? , he didn't want to think about going to dirty places, but it's always right to do so. The troubled doctor scratched his hair in frustration. He felt that he was finished. For the first half of his life, he ran happily on the road of being jealous of men. Even women are in the range of rivals, and even the movies on his laptop have to be changed.

Coming to the corner of the aisle, Watson picked up a roll of magazines, waited for a while and began to roll up, counting the strokes of Sherlock's name in his mind, and then set fire to it, um, it's time to do something.

Sherlock looked at the woman with a laid-back look, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "I thought you should worry about whether those photos would be found by me, instead of hearing about the death of that donkey friend."

"Actually, I'm more curious about you and your little boyfriend than the donkey friend case." Irene slightly opened her lips and said, her beautiful eyes blinked, "He doesn't look like your type."

"I think yes." Sherlock said calmly.

"You will really make the lady sad." Irene got up and put her right hand on the detective's shoulder slightly, her eyes moved on his soft lips, and slowly approached until she was about to kiss him but was pushed away by the detective's index finger open.

"It's really rude." She shrugged her shoulders, sat down on the sofa again, and asked relaxedly with her chin on her right hand: "Then let's talk about the donkey friend case, since you don't want to share the little secret between you."

Sherlock glanced at each other and relaxed, "Two men, there is no one else, a car broke down, and the donkey friend was looking at the sky, and the voice rang out, can't you understand?"

"No, that's too general." Eileen blinked, she seemed attracted.

"Enough is enough," Sherlock said slowly.

"Give me a hint, dear detective." Irene said ambiguously. She likes sexy men and loves to solve puzzles. If she can't figure out the reason of this matter, she will tie up the man in front of her and use Various means made him beg for mercy, and told herself the answer obediently. Thinking of this, she licked her lips, delicious, she murmured, her eyes lingering on Sherlock's thigh line.

"If you stop being so provocative," Sherlock whispered.

Irene smiled, tilted her head and said, "Did I succeed?"

"No, not at all."

"You are really welcome." Irene put down her right hand and smiled, not minding the fact that the other party hurt people.

"Sound, use your little head to think about it, it's important." Sherlock reminded, he usually doesn't like to explain to others, once you start explaining they will have more problems, instead of relying on a little Just think when the information is prompted, and the brain seems to be placed on their neck just to wear a hat.

Irene thought for a while, and her eyes suddenly became brighter, "The sound of the car backfiring, the donkey friend noticed that sound, and then he was killed, but the murderer..." Before he could say who it was, Irene noticed that the other party's ears were slightly tilted, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed. She widened her eyes, it was a fire alarm, and she instinctively looked at the painting, where the photo was placed.

"Thank you." Sherlock smirked, and unceremoniously turned on the switch of the painting, allowing it to rise up to reveal the sophisticated safe inside.

"you!"

"Let me take a look, good technique, wearing disposable gloves, no fingerprints, but the first button is always different from the others, you can tell it at a glance, as for the others, I'm sorry , your age does not seem to be a password, six digits, I have to think about it."

"I've already told you." Irene has become calm from the initial panic. She leaned lazily on the sofa, her bright red lips slightly opened and closed, "As long as you really pay attention to what others said .”

Just as Sherlock was about to reply, there was a gunshot from the corridor. Before he could react, several Yankees with vicious faces rushed in. Most importantly, they held John hostage.

"Sherlock, I'm sorry, Browning didn't bring it here." Watson felt that it was not good to say this at this time, but he didn't want Sherlock to be too nervous, although he really didn't look nervous, okay, He just wants the other party to understand, so fucking think of a way to save him!Why on the second day of their cohabitation he has to save that guy with his son and Browning in his arms, and the third hour of their relationship he has to be robbed in the head, fuck, wait for them to go further Will the whole of London be destroyed by then!

"Mr. Holmes, now, use your clever brain to open the safe." The grim Yankee whispered, and the gun in his hand poked Watson's temple.

Sherlock looked at the other party with a cold face, moved forward a little, and the other party also moved a little, in order to point to Watson's head more conveniently.

"I don't know the password, and your gun is ready for me."

The man smiled playfully, and provocatively poked Watson's forehead with a gun, "Three... two..." Before he could say that word, Sherlock turned around and opened the safe door, and the electronic lock Pressing the number quickly on the screen, Irene Adler raised the corners of her lips, even if a gun was pointed at her forehead, it could not change her good mood, and Watson, he just wanted to say that he would definitely give him two when he got home. chocolate cake.

Sherlock's light-colored eyes flickered when he pressed the last number key, and the man's location quickly appeared in his mind, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said in a dramatic voice: "The good show has begun."

The black-haired detective turned his body neatly, aiming the loaded gun at the arrogant Yankee. Everything happened so fast, Watson only knew that he could finally stand up and give the opponent an elbow, and snatch the gun away. Point to the other person's forehead like he just did to himself.

"Good skill." He glanced at Sherlock and smiled.

"As I said, I can handle danger, so don't worry about it in the future." Sherlock said lightly, the leather shoes stepped on the opponent's belly, and pressed it. Well, this person needs to lose weight. Not everyone in this world The little bellies are as lovely as John Watson's.

Putting everyone down, Sherlock asked John to notify the police and check if there was any backup. He stayed in the living room and played with the mobile phone in his hand. He smiled at the woman and said, "It's in my hands now."

"If you can even guess this password, I have to admire you."

Sherlock raised his head and looked at the other party, his eyes narrowed slightly, "I never rely on guessing to crack passwords."

"Oh, that's right." Irene Adler took out a dose of the reagent from her bag, hid it in the sleeve of her coat and walked towards the black-haired man. He said slowly: "You are so sexy, Sherlock." As soon as the words fell, Sherlock groaned, and the reagent plunged into his veins, and Watson who rushed over at this time could not understand what happened.

"God, what did you do to him!" Watson ran over and grabbed the woman's wrist. The latter struggled a bit, looked up at him, her bright red lips were licked by the tip of her tongue, and made a gesture to pounce on him. Watson took a step back instinctively, he had never seen such a bold woman in his life.

"It's just an agent to make him quiet, and my body is hotter than yours." After finishing speaking, the woman turned over and fled from the window.

Watson withdrew his gaze and ran to Sherlock. Since it wasn't poison, it wouldn't be so difficult. He checked it and heaved a sigh of relief. Not long after, Mycroft's little black car and the man in black disappeared. Appeared.

"Thank God, I can't move him by myself." Watson sighed, sitting in the back seat of the car, letting Sherlock lean on his lap, smoothing the detective's sweaty hair with his right hand, it seems Even if it wasn't poison, it would be enough for him.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have been away for too long." Watson lowered his head and put his forehead against the other party, and said in a low voice.

Sherlock's eyes were not clear, and the veins on his neck burst out due to the struggle. He raised his hand and grabbed the doctor's arm, and the latter patted him on the shoulder to make him relax.

"Don't worry, Sherlock, it's safe now, it's all right, let's go back to sleep and be fine."

I don't know if it was because the doctor's words were too warm or because Sherlock's own medicine had started to take effect. In short, he stopped struggling and fell asleep faintly, but his hands were still holding each other tightly.