My son can't be this cute

Chapter 25

"No, Teddy, although I'm happy to say this, but as an adult." John paused, glanced at his cohabitant, a little embarrassed but continued, "We are all your fathers, So you don't need to worry, that's something we should fix."

As soon as the words fell, Sherlock spoke. He looked at his son with light eyes and said coolly: "Even if you want to, you can't find a job, because you are not even six years old."

"I can deliver papers," Teddy retorted, looking at his father with a pout.

"There are professionals there."

"I can go for a walk with the dog."

Sherlock pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth and looked at the little guy's round fingers, "I doubt you will be walked by the dog in turn, since you are not even six years old and have little strength, and the dogs around here are all large Dogs, children under the age of six can't get a job because they're too young and cry easily."

Little Teddy glared at his father angrily. He is really a bad guy, mean and narrow-minded, and he will always remember that.Sherlock received his son's dissatisfied gaze, he curled up his lips and blinked his eyes.

The man from the Holmes family made the military doctor very speechless. He glanced at the bill on the table, scratched Teddy's cheek and sighed. Watson rubbed his palms with embarrassment, but still summoned up his courage and said, "Sherlock, if If it is convenient for you, can you lend me some cash, and I will return it to you after I find a job."

His light-colored eyes flickered, and Sherlock replied slowly, "No cash."

Watson blushed, pursed his lips and was about to say it was all right, when his cohabitant continued.

"However, I have a card." As he spoke, he took out a credit card from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

With a modern card, the credit card belonging to Sherlock Holmes came to John Watson's hand, with a little warmth, obviously its owner had kept it close to him for a while, and looked at him with blue eyes , and the latter turned into a lazy posture and leaned on the sofa.

Watson glanced down at the credit card, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, raised the things in his hand and said to the cohabitant, "Thank you." Sherlock nodded as an answer.

Little Teddy blinked, his eyes moved over the two men, and finally stopped on the credit card, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

Although the financial crisis has been temporarily resolved, it is not a long-term solution, so after thinking about it for a while, Watson pursed his lips and said to the cohabitant: "Sherlock, I will look for a job in the afternoon, so you have to help Take Teddy, don't leave him alone, and if there's a third option, please don't take Teddy to the scene of the crime."

"If this is what you're worried about, John, I don't think you need to look for a job at all. The salary is not high and there is no freedom. You are not a person who is used to a regular life, and I think it would be more appropriate to be my assistant. ’” Sherlock smiled and offered what he thought was the most logical and effective way, when he needed his medic, John could be everything.

Watson rolled his eyes. "Please, Sherlock, don't be so self-willed. I need a decent job, since we have a common son to support."

"Is it immoral to be my assistant?" Sherlock Holmes is obviously not an ordinary person, and the words he grasps can always make people irritable.

Watson stared at the other party and explained, "It's a stable, regular and ordinary job."

"Oh." Sherlock replied lazily, his long legs resting on the carpet, showing a bored state again.

Watson pressed the center of his eyebrows. Why can his cohabitants always act like they are wasting their lives even breathing besides solving crimes?Isn't work important?Isn't it important to eat?Doesn't breathing matter?

"Daddy, can't you take me with you when you go to work this afternoon?" Shaking the man's sleeve, little Teddy raised his face and asked. Obviously prefer a gentle daddy, because the boring Sherlock Holmes is a ticking time bomb, which can explode at any time, and always suffers from the people around him.

"I don't think so, Teddy." Watson said apologetically. Although he also felt that it would be safer to keep his son by his side, there was really no way. In reality, he would not be tolerant of John Watson just because he had invaded Afghanistan. , looking for a job with a child these days is tantamount to suicide.

"Why?" Puckering his mouth, the boy continued to pull on Peanut's sweater, like a coquettish kitten.

"Because that would reduce John's chances of finding a job by at least seven percentage points, the market for married men is always not optimistic." Sherlock interjected coolly.

"I'm not married," said Watson dryly.

"We have a son, John." Sherlock pointed out without looking up, accompanied by No.30's boring ending seven times.

"Yes..." The military doctor was a little discouraged. It wasn't that Teddy wasn't good enough. He didn't like him. It's just that one moment he was a bachelor with a bright future, and the next moment he had a son, and he was tied to his cohabitant. Once the relationship is established, this is where it gets tangled.

"Teddy...has it troubled Daddy?"

A soft voice sounded, looking at the other party's big wet eyes, Watson froze for a moment, and hurried to appease him.

"No, Teddy, don't think about it, you don't bother me at all, I'm glad you're my son, really, very happy."

The small hand was holding the other party's sweater, well, it was a little wrinkled, and the big eyes were watery, biting his lip to confirm again.

"Don't lie to me?"

"Of course, I won't lie to you." Watson said softly, rubbing the boy's black hair with his right hand and comforting him.

"Then, take me with you." With longing eyes and the offensive from the little curly hair, Watson glanced at his cohabitant, who closed his eyes violently and remained silent for a rare time.

"If you want to follow me no matter what." Watson said with difficulty, and got an affirmative answer.

"kindness!"

Having a clingy son isn't scary, but having a clingy and sweet son is sweet little devil, John Watson's third blog lead.

The wall clock in the living room rang, and it was already lunch time. Watson scratched his hair and decided to cook for one big and one small. The potential of military doctors is endless. He can treat diseases and repair machines, buy vegetables and prepare meals. Don't delay.

After Watson entered the kitchen, little Teddy ran over and lay in Sherlock's arms and blinked, "Dad, I'll help you watch Daddy."

Sherlock fiddled with the other party's little curly hair and said lazily: "Don't say the reason is for me."

With a soft snort, Little Teddy grumbled, "Daddy is very sweet, and I'm here to help you, even if he's always in financial trouble."

"You just haven't grown up yet." Sherlock raised his eyelids lightly, and pinched the other's cheek with his fingers. It was chubby, and it really felt good to bully a child. He thought badly, no wonder Mycroft always So bastard.