My son can't be this cute

Chapter 37

Watson felt that he was going to have a heart attack sooner or later. They had just swaggered in with the documents that Sherlock passed along, but they were blocked by a young soldier with a baby face. Of course, if you talk about a baby face, John Watson It is the most qualified one.

"Usually no one comes here to check, sir." The baby-faced corporal emphasized again, his voice was firm, and he looked like a newcomer. If he wasn't tall enough, he wouldn't be threatening just by looking at his face, but this kind of People are also generally more stubborn.

Sherlock looked a little impatient, Watson sighed and lowered his head, took out his ID card and waved it in front of the corporal.

"Captain John Watson, under the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers Regiment, corporal, this is an order." With a calm face and a tone that could not be refused, Sherlock looked up at his cohabitant, The pale eyes twinkled.

"Yes, sir." The corporal who obeyed the order led two people into the interior.

When he entered, Watson heard his cohabitant approach him and whisper something.

"It's the first time I've seen you like this."

"You will see it many times in the future, since you are a guy who is always worrying and interested in danger." Watson looked at his cohabitant and said slowly, without the cold tone just now, Even softer, Sherlock withdrew his gaze without retorting, the corners of his mouth curled up.

On the highway, the woman who was typing information quickly on her BlackBerry turned her head to the man in the back seat and said, "Sir, your brother is being naughty again."

What kind of boss has what kind of assistant, Mr. Driver, who was concentrating on driving, froze a little when he heard this sentence.

"Pay attention to the front." With a light tone, the black-haired man apologized in a low voice.

Mycroft straightened his body slightly and twisted his neck. He was really too old to run around. He took the message and looked at it, with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, and sent the email slowly. Reply received.

"I am useful."

Mycroft shook his head, leaned against the car mat and waited for a while before slowly saying: "Tell those over there that my certificate has been stolen, stop the authority."

Anthea glanced at her boss and smiled, "You can definitely talk earlier."

"He is my only younger brother. Although he is a bit naughty, he will never really mess around. Thanks to him, he solves several cases for the British Empire every day."

"And then create more trouble for you at the same time."

"Brother..." Mycroft rubbed the space between his brows, feeling a little helpless.

The female assistant withdrew her gaze, dialed an arc number and started working for her boss. At the end of the month, she had to ask for a salary increase. Recently, she has been doing more babysitting. It seems that the military doctor did not do a good job in his own business and pushed all of them to her. up.

In front of the gate of Baskerville, Watson withdrew his gaze, and his spine felt a little chilly. He hadn't been frightened like this since retiring, and thanks to his damned cohabitant, he was back to that time again.

"Sherlock, we'd be arrested without that Dr. Frankland."

"Don't worry, John, I know we'll be fine, I have several ways to get out safely."

"No, you didn't, Sherlock, it's luck that we're standing here arguing instead of going to jail, not your goddamn illogical way of getting out." Watson glared at his cohabitant, who just Won't you think about his heart?

"Don't say that, John, luck is also part of my plan." Sherlock smiled indifferently, very much in need of a beating.

"I don't want to imagine how I'm going to visit you in the prison by car in the future." Watson muttered as he walked.

"You can take a taxi and they know where prisons are all over the UK."

"God, I'm not joking with you." Watson pursed his lips and looked at the other party, who shook his body and spat out calmly.

"Me too."

"I'm your friend, Sherlock, and I care about you."

"I know, John." Sherlock said softly, straightened his collar and walked away with his hands in his pockets and long legs, leaving no time for Watson to sigh that his damned cohabitant still has a little bit of basic human emotion of.

"Come on, John."

"Here we come." Watson muttered and followed with his short legs. Well, that was just for comparison. Without Sherlock for comparison, John Watson was still of medium height.

The green scenery passed by the car window, Watson was a little worried, he turned his head to look at his cohabitant, "I don't know if Teddy is awake, he may be scared, he may cry, he is too young, Sherlock , maybe we should go back first."

"You sound like an old woman, John."

"He's my son, and it's my job to worry about him," Watson muttered.

Holding the steering wheel in his hand, Sherlock glanced at Watson when he was silent, and said calmly, "He's not stupid, John, and we'll get over it soon."

"You sound like a cruel father." Watson said disapprovingly.

"I just trust him, and I've just called the hotel."

"When?" Watson asked curiously, then thought for a while, no, his blue eyes widened, and he looked at his cohabitant in surprise, "You never call, Sherlock."

"Occasionally I will call." Sherlock still looked at the front intently, with a blank expression on his face. Watson suddenly smiled when he saw him like this.

"You're a text message paranoid, and I understand that you're still in that period."

"Shut up, John, don't disturb the driver." Sherlock still said flatly, but spoke a little faster.

"Well, I'll keep quiet." Watson said with a smile, feeling much relieved.

The fathers went out to work, and the little Teddy was placed in the hotel to sleep soundly. It was about two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun shone on the white bedding. A small head was drilled out, the big eyes were still dazed, looked at the ground and then got back under the quilt, wriggling inside with its small buttocks pouted.

Five minutes later, little Teddy finally got out of the quilt, leaned on the pillow and yawned a little.

"Daddy, daddy..." Xiaozui pouted and shouted, but no one responded, his big eyes narrowed, the sun was a little glaring, the boy got up, and blinked his eyes to wake up.

Motion sickness, discomfort, taking medicine, sleeping, Dad and Daddy went to deal with the case, be good, etc. These information words flashed in his mind, and finally he came up with a message that he was alone in the hotel.

Rubbing his eyes and scratching his belly, pouted his little butt and tried his best to reach the position of the slippers. Little Teddy yawned again. He was hungry and needed something to eat.

The little waiter was scrubbing the tabletop, and when he turned around, he saw the son of their lucky guest walking over, the sweater was ripped open, revealing his round shoulders, and wearing oversized slippers, he seemed to be tripped over at any time, but he I still vaguely want to sit on the high chair.

"Hey, little guy, I'll help you." Leon threw away the rag and rushed over, the boy who seemed to be still sleepwalking looked up at him, showing a soft smile.

"Teddy is hungry."

"Okay, little guy, let's get you something to eat. You like tomatoes, right? Your daddy said so."

"En, thank you." Little Teddy was carried onto the high chair, his calves were too short to dangle in the air, and his cheeks were resting on his hands, still dazedly waiting for his food.

The food was served, and the blond waiter put a pudding on it, which suits the boy's wishes. Little Sweet Teeth seemed to be only interested in the pudding, slowly digging with a small shiny spoon.

"Little guy, you have to eat some real food." Leon persuaded while wiping the plate.

"Wo likes this." He said inarticulately with something in his mouth, swallowed it and looked at the other person tilting his head and said, "I will eat them later, I promise."

"You are so good." The man said with a smile.

"I promised Daddy, be a good boy." Little Teddy nodded, happily accepted the other party's compliment, and took another mouthful of pudding into his little stomach.

Little Teddy, who was happily eating pudding, suddenly heard someone call his name, and when he turned around, it was Greg.

"Grey!"

"Why are you here alone?" Police Officer Greg Lestrade took off his sunglasses and strode in, his eyebrows on his handsome face were raised, "Where are Sherlock and John?"

"They went out to collect information, and someone entrusted Dad to investigate a case."

"People don't like to call the police these days." Lestrade muttered to himself, pulled a high chair over, and sat down.

"So you're here alone?"

"Well, Daddy has to go and see Dad." Little Teddy shrugged his small shoulders, imitating the tone of an adult and said: "Because Dad is not good, he is very naughty."

"You sound like that old Holmes." Lestrade was amused.

"Micky?"

"Yes."

"Oh no, I'm cuter than him." Little Teddy wrinkled his nose.

"Of course, of course you are." Lestrade laughed so hard that the eye lines came out. He really wanted to show this scene to that unruly man. Men in the British Empire will also be despised one day.

"What about you, Gray, are you on a date?" Little Teddy tilted his head and looked at the door, wondering why Mycroft didn't follow, and the Scottish police detective didn't understand the other party's meaning, he A little embarrassing.

"Well, sort of." In fact, he came here to save his marriage, and a few minutes ago, he and his wife were at an impasse again, damn marriage counseling, that damn useless, what, horror The environment and the emotional sense of fear can make a couple appreciate each other's existence even more. The guy must have watched too many soap operas, and he's an idiot to believe it.

"Grey, what's the matter with you, you don't look very well." Little Teddy asked while biting his spoon.

"Well, it's nothing, I'll stay with you until your father comes back." Lestrade restrained his emotions and said.

"Okay, do you want to eat pudding?" Little Teddy pushed his pudding to the other party, as if I was very generous, Lestrade smiled.

"No, I think I'm more suitable for a grown-up drink, do you need milk?"

"Well, two candies." Little Teddy nodded and said his request in a less polite way, because it was Gray, he didn't need to be polite, that was the attitude he should have towards strangers.

Lestrade shook his head, he wanted to take back what he had just said, Teddy was still exactly like his father.

Two frustrated people, one person and one bear, to be precise, an adult and a cute child sitting in the restaurant of the hotel and eating slowly, this is what Sherlock saw when he came back, he chose The eyebrows were raised, and the low voice and words made the Scottish detective choke.

"Lestrade, I didn't know you were so close to Mycroft that you came to spy on me for him and tried to bribe my son."

"Sherlock, don't talk nonsense." Watson walked in and dropped such a sentence, while little Teddy looked at each other with bright eyes, stretched out his little hand and shouted happily: "Daddy!"

"Honey, you're awake, are you full now?" Watson hugged him and kissed his little nose, and Little Teddy also pouted his lips and gave the man a kiss, um, it smelled like milk.

Lestrade put down his wine glass, the ice cubes in it jingled, stared at the black-haired man, and growled, "I didn't!"

"Nothing, does it mean you have a good relationship or do you obey him?" Sherlock raised his chin and said provocatively.

"You guys had dinner together half a month ago, don't tell me you haven't, you know you can't fool me."

Lestrade looked at him dumbfounded, damn it, he was Mycroft who had dinner, but it was all because of this guy, that man would rather go around and ask about Sherlock from himself He didn't want to open his mouth to ask his younger brother directly when he got the information. What the hell, are all the men in the Holmes family so awkward?

"That happened half a month ago!" Lestrade growled, and then added, "And I don't listen to your brother in everything, I'm just doing my duty."

"Including having dinner together, as far as I know, that place is not for two men with normal relationships." Sherlock smirked.

"That's...that's because..." Lestrade was at a loss for words, who knows what the hell happened that day, it seemed like all the lovers in London were out and they couldn't even find a cheap and In a quiet place, Mycroft had no choice but to make decisions. Afterwards, the poor Inspector realized why he caught the waiter's ambiguous gaze when serving the food.

Sherlock smiled in satisfaction, no one could say he was wrong, Sherlock Holmes' observations and inferences were never wrong.He looked at Lestrade happily, and quickly looked at Lestrade's clothes, trying to analyze his purpose of monitoring him today before the other party opened his mouth, and then he froze for a moment.

"you are married?"

"Yes." Lestrade gritted his teeth, this bastard has known him for five years, doesn't he know?His wife had greeted him more than once.

"Oh, I usually selectively delete less important information from my brain. You know, storing too much unnecessary information in my brain will only slow down my thinking ability, and your Scotland Yard police Same."

"Sherlock, don't be so mean." Watson stopped him aloud.

"Sorry." Sherlock shrugged his shoulders, but obviously the apology was not sincere, because he said a word, "It's not that the ability to think is slow, it's that there is almost no ability to think."

"Believe it or not, I'll beat you up." Lestrade stared at each other, the two brothers need to put on a boring look every day, why are they surrounded by dead goldfish?

"No, from what I've observed, the chances of you hitting me are 30.00%, and after I say this it goes up to 30.00% five, but then they turn into [-]% at the end, and the conclusion is that you won't Hit me." Sherlock said quickly, and finally gave Watson another look, as if to praise me, I was right.

Watson turned his face away and pretended to be dead. He didn't want to see his cohabitant. He even covered his son's eyes with his right hand. He really didn't want little Teddy to grow up to be so annoying. There probably was no other John Watson in the world who tolerated him.

"You won." Lestrade sighed with his hands on his forehead. He only argued with Sherlock when he was full. He knew that this guy was holding his breath and would not die, but he had to talk about the other party's dead character first.

"What's the matter with you and Mycroft?" Sherlock asked suddenly, his brows were slightly frowned, and the tone seemed like you two had a quarrel.

"Hey, we don't have that kind of relationship, so there is no such thing as what happened to me and your brother." Lestrade said with some embarrassment.

"No, of course it has something to do with me. Although Mycroft is a bad guy, Inspector Lestrade, you can't cheat. Where is that woman?" Sherlock still frowned and spoke calmly. said.

Watson didn't have the heart to correct Sherlock's politeness problems, only this guy could do it, even her sister No. It was using that alcoholic title to vent his anger.

"Inspector Lestrade, although this is your personal feeling, I still want to say something, this is not good, cheating or something."

Looking at Sherlock and Watson, who looked so sincere and sincere, Lestrade's eyes almost popped out. He looked at the family in front of him, and how did he respond to his withdrawn tone? thing!

"I didn't cheat! And I have nothing to do with Mycroft! I have a wife!" the Scottish inspector growled. Although he is about to become an ex-wife now, it doesn't mean he has anything to do with Mycroft. , that guy is not an ordinary person, he has no gender at all, the ghost wants to have something to do with that man!

"Oh, sorry." Watson came to his senses suddenly, and gave Sherlock a reproachful look, and this guy led him into the ditch again.

Little Teddy, who has been quietly nestling in his father's arms, tilted his head, wondering what cheating is, and he will ask his father later.

Sherlock looked at the other party for a while, then suddenly restrained his expression, pursed his lips and decided to get to the point, "Then I think it's time for you to fulfill your duty as a policeman, this hotel has spread rumors."

The innkeeper and the little waiter who were watching the play opened their lips slightly after being identified, and looked at each other in surprise. What is this feeling of lying on the gun?

"That's right, according to the information that John accidentally learned..." Sherlock's words were interrupted by Watson, who looked at him with some dissatisfaction.

"I didn't learn about it by accident. I just observed it." Watson protested.

"Okay." Sherlock pursed his lips and continued to reason and explain, "According to the information that John didn't learn by accident, this vegetarian restaurant consumed a lot of meat, and the customers didn't eat it, and the clerk couldn't eat it at all. The son eats so much meat, so there is only one conclusion, someone used the rumors to raise a beast, and those large pieces of meat are its bait."

The clerk and the boss lying on the gun still opened their mouths, and then closed them for a while. They glanced at each other and confessed honestly. The sheriff who had a headache didn't even know what crime to charge them with.

"Daddy, they are not bad people. They take good care of me and put a lot of cute little tomatoes and rabbit apples in my food." Little Teddy and his daddy bit their ears, hoping that they would not be sentenced too severely.

"Sherlock." Watson called his cohabitant's name after hearing what his son said, and the latter rolled his eyes and looked up at the two not-so-bad but absolutely stupid goldfish in front of him, his thin lips parted. close.

"I can convince Leigh Knight not to sue you, since he's a bit of a fantasist himself." Sherlock exaggerated the facts to the nervous man, which made him feel a little bit bitter about being attracted to him.

"If that's the case, then I don't think there's any problem." Lestrade said, shrugging his shoulders and looking at the two men, who finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't do this in the future, you should do business in a proper way."

The little clerk looked at the only kind-looking man in front of him, and said sadly: "Actually, we don't want to, but there are no attractions in this town, and there are hardly any tourists."

"You should go to the local government to explain the situation, instead of spreading rumors yourself and making money by cheating." Watson looked at the two with disapproval, while his cohabitant said coolly from the side: "John, I don't know You have so much trust in our country's government, Mycroft would be happy to go around in circles if he heard what you said, and I should ask you to speak for the next government speech, believe me, you have that potential."

"Sherlock!" Watson glared at the cohabitant, who raised the corners of his lips and showed a smirk.

The author has something to say: Thank you Brother Octopus for your reward!

Poor Changhua, jumping into the London River can't wash it off.

PS For the sake of the plot, I will mess up the scenes in the TV series, but some are still bugs so if you find them, please don’t worry and help me point them out, thank you everyone O(∩_∩)O