My son can't be this cute

Jim Moriarty is an excellent kid with a rich family background, beautiful appearance, and a smart brain. Everyone likes him, but he always feels bored. He smiles at everyone, but constantly despises his classmates He secretly laughed at the love letters sent to him by those girls. He hated the unfair treatment of the students by the teachers. One moment he was helping the bullied children, and the next second he secretly broke other people's schoolbags. Because he hates being bullied, and he hates boys' cowardice. In short, he is a kid who has everything but is still boring.

With this in mind, Jim Moriarty arrived in the fifth grade. At that time, he was still not tall, but his good looks and excellent grades made him still the teacher's darling.The more he gets everyone's approval and praise, the more restless he feels in his heart. He longs for the sincerity of others, but he is bored after getting everything. Until that rainy day, he rescued a boy in the alley. Being beaten by the crowd seems to be for stealing something, and it has been done more than once.

Jim's good looks softened the looks of those rough businessmen. Most importantly, he took out a sum of money, which was worth more than the bread, so those people simply left, but later, what was the money? Use it.

"Hey, would you like to come with me?" Jim heard the sound of rain in the alley drowning out his own voice, his clean little leather shoes were splashed with raindrops, the embarrassed boy looked up at him with sky blue eyes Like the blue sky in the rain, clean and stubborn.

"Is there anything to eat?" He asked calmly, his voice was still in the stage of changing his voice and it was a bit harsh, but his tone was soft.

"As long as you want, I can give you." He smiled and said lightly, and then he got the boy's nod, and the boy stood up, tall and skinny, he raised his hand and held his The umbrella handle said in a low voice: "I'll hold an umbrella for you."

Jim let go of his little hand and smiled. On this rainy day, he picked up an interesting toy with beautiful blond hair and gentle eyes. It can be raised as a wolf dog or a pet. It belongs only to him. The world seems to have finally stopped being boring. separated out.

"Molan, your name."

"kindness."

"Jim, my name."

"Jim."

He heard the other party calling his name, and the voice was not pleasant at all, but Jim was happy. He liked to enslave the other party until many years later, and the blond boy still gently did everything for him. He was Jim's. The left and right hands, a delicate Browning, are a stable part of Jim Moriarty's boring life, and Moran also thought that this would be the case in this life, and he enjoyed everything contentedly, until one day, the one who always The lazily gifted boy with mischievous eyes told him excitedly that he found an interesting person.

Sherlock Holmes, a genius with high IQ, is eccentric and eccentric, but he has to admit that his fast-working brain is fascinating.Moran began to feel a little worried, his world fell into confusion, but his feelings for Jim Moriarty gradually became clear, but this cognition was hidden in his heart, because it was impossible, he could only Jim Moriarty's, which couldn't be Moran Sebastian's.

His world is still moving around the other party. When he said that he wanted to destroy the world, Moran could pick up his submachine gun and rush towards the direction he was pointing at. This beautiful and smart man finally let go on a summer morning. The perfect plan to become the world's top crime consultant was cancelled. At that time, Moran was teasing the little black-haired guy by the crib. He was stunned for a moment when he heard Jim's words, and soon smiled again. Their The world never needs too much explanation, what he wants to do, Moran will follow him to do, he doesn't want to do it, Moran is waiting for him at home, and now, he has waited, just like at Christmas time The wish made on the square is not to be hungry, not to be displaced, but to have a home.

When their son Angelo had a boy he liked, Moran felt that he had never seen Jim so happy in his life. He stood on the balcony leaning on the railing, his amber eyes seemed to melt into him. The golden sun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said in a lazy and joyful voice: "This is really fate, a real fate, I can't wait to see that guy's astonishment."

"You've been trying to get his attention, Jim, but you failed." Moran handed him a glass of red wine, and he said in a teasing tone, jealous?No, he wasn't jealous, he knew each other, he knew his restless heart, Jim Moriarty settled down temporarily for them, that was enough, he couldn't ask for more from him, he loved Those who went up were not good people in the first place.

"That military doctor has firmly controlled his conscience, Moran, I can't take it away." Jim pouted his lips and muttered like a baby. He likes to do this, especially in front of the tall Moran. Every word of his words is wrapped in venom, strangers will be attracted by him, and those who know him will be terrified, but Moran, he always smiles, at most he murmurs with a straight face, don't go too far.

"He offered it with both hands, Jim." Moran said lightly.

"It's a boring game." Jim said, taking a sip of red wine, looking a little lazy, but soon the corners of his lips curled up, and he looked at the blond man with his beautiful eyes, "but it will be interesting in ten years."

"Don't get too far, Jim, Angie's going to be mad."

Jim licked his lips, rolled his eyes innocently, "I didn't do anything."

"You let that child decide to leave here. He hasn't eaten anything these days." Moran sighed, a little worried about how his child's tall and thin body should gain weight.

"He decided on his own, it has nothing to do with me." Jim said shamelessly, he blinked his eyes and dragged out the tone, "Also, I don't think the bunch of people on Baker Street would easily agree to this matter, he is not tough Your strength, tsk tsk, don't think about it."

"You can actually tell him like this instead of angering him. That child loves you in his heart." Moran said helplessly.

Jim turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly, "I'm his father, and that's the way I am."

"Okay." Moran complied, and the two stopped talking. After a while, he grabbed each other's hand and said softly, "The weather over there is not bad."

Jim smiled, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Beautiful, hot sun."