My son can't be this cute

Chapter 53

After making the phone call, Halle watched her soap opera in front of the TV. Today is the most important moment. After a week of waiting, the answer is finally revealed. Her eyes are fixed on the TV screen, and the potato chips in her hand have arrived. There is a slow movement in the mouth.

"Quiet!"

Watson pursed his lips, retracted his hand grabbing the potato chips, and stared at the TV screen boredly. He really didn't understand why women like these soap operas so much. Sarah, too, was discussing with other girls during the break this TV.

Just entering the feature film, Sherlock, who was nestling on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, suddenly smiled, his deep and intentionally abominable voice sounded, and the words of consulting the detective made Harriet Watson never want to do it again in this life. watched TV.

"The one in the white shirt is the lover, but he doesn't love the woman inside, he's only for money, that woman is a fool, she was cheated by two men at the same time, that ugly old woman is a beautiful woman in disguise, as for you The girl you like the most is having an affair with the butcher you hate the most, and her hair loss is very serious."

"Asshole! When the hell did you watch it!" Harry growled angrily. Being spoiled while watching TV is the most hateful thing in the world.

"This is an observation." Sherlock looked up at the angry woman, with a nasty smile on his lips, "I forgot to say, this TV series will not be broadcast later, due to some political reasons."

"Fuck, it's impossible, even if you're a detective, you can't see this from a TV show!"

"We live in the modern information society. The news came out 5 minutes ago." Sherlock swung his precious BlackBerry, stood up and walked lightly while dropping another blockbuster.

"By the way, the beautiful actor you like is actually a man who underwent sex reassignment surgery two years ago."

The blue eyes were wide open, looking at the relaxed and happy back, Harry threw the potato chips in his hand, and growled at the beautiful girl on TV.

"Fucking world!"

Watson picked up the potato chips scattered around and sighed. He knew he couldn't be so relieved. Little Teddy also squatted on the ground and began to pick up potato chips. At the same time, he turned his head to look at his father and said in a low voice: "Daddy, Aunt Halle looks pissed, is she going to fight Daddy?"

"If that happened, I wouldn't be surprised at all." Watson rolled his eyes, and little Teddy beside him suddenly felt that his daddy was really miserable.

After taking a shower, Watson took out a set of quilts from his bedroom and let Harley sleep in his room. Although they were siblings and Harley was a female man, Watson still thoughtfully put the quilt into his bedroom. Everything was replaced with new ones.

"Hey, John, where do you sleep?" Harry wrinkled his nose and asked. He was wearing Watson's pajamas. He was about the same height, but a little big. If you are picky, the pajama pants are a bit short. Harry asked while Pulled on my pants, hoping it didn't look so bad.

Watson's eyebrows twitched, so he wouldn't tell the other party that the little gesture was irritating him. He pursed his lips and said, "I sleep on the sofa in the living room."

"That's cold." Harry bit his nails and looked guilty.

"Then let's change it, you go to sleep on the sofa." Watson rolled his eyes and said, he was not polite, because he knew his sister's virtue, and sure enough, the woman who was eating like a man immediately nestled under the quilt Inside, I made a look that I was going to sleep, so I could leave without seeing it off.

"John."

He heard Harry calling his name when the door was closing, Watson looked at him and asked, "What?"

Half propped up and leaned against the pillow, Harry scratched his cheek and said, "Why don't you go talk to that detective boy."

Watson said dryly: "We are not a couple."

"I know." Harry waved his hands indifferently, and looked up at his younger brother, "Aren't you roommates? Both of you are men, and there is a young one, let's go to bed together, you will catch a cold if you lie on the sofa. "

Watson wanted to tell his sister that Sherlock was the long-term resident of the sofa, but he never seemed to have a cold, but in the end he just shrugged his shoulders and smiled lightly.

"I was a soldier, so I'm not that delicate."

Harry snorted and pulled the covers over to sleep, this time silently.

"Good night, Harry."

"Good night, Little John."

As soon as the door was closed, the sound of good night flowed out from the crack of the door. Watson curled up his lips and showed a smile. After all, Harley was the sister who threw her fist at the senior bastard for him.

Carrying the quilt to the living room, just as he put the quilt on the sofa, a small tail tugged at his pajamas, followed by a cohabitant in a nightgown.

"Daddy, sleep together." With big light-colored eyes and a small hand holding his little finger, Watson felt that his heart should be very soft at this moment, otherwise he would not have agreed to this request so simply, but Sherlock's originally prepared trickery and nonsense were completely useless.

In Sherlock's bedroom, Watson found that he had been in and out of his cohabitant's private area very frequently in recent days.Little Teddy jumped on the bed and patted the pillow more fluffy, turned around and raised his face and said softly: "Daddy sleeps on Teddy's left, is it okay for Dad to sleep on Teddy's right?"

"Of course it's fine." Watson settled the little guy down, and after glancing at his cohabitant, he got under the quilt himself.

"Daddy, tell a story." All children need bedtime stories, and Teddy Holmes is no exception, but what he likes to hear is a little different from ordinary children. Those stories are all from the military doctor's blog.

"I can't understand why you like to hear this kind of story. Should I praise you for being brave or unique?" Watson sighed helplessly, and the little guy giggled, lying on his stomach, with big eyes curled up , with a fleshy face, like a British Angora rabbit.

Sherlock lifted the quilt and lay down. He had no interest in hearing what happened. The case lost its appeal after being cracked. He would rather play decryption games on his mobile phone, although that was boring enough.

Time passed slowly, the good boy had the most regular sleep clock, Watson was also relieved, coaxing children to sleep is not something he is good at, but he thinks he will do better and better, little curly sweet When she falls asleep sweetly, her lips will pout slightly, like a little angel begging for candy.

"Good night, Teddy." The soft voice, although a little dry due to lack of water, was extremely gentle.Soldiers who have held a gun will never forget the trembling feeling, but before holding the gun, he has also stroked a soft cat and kissed a bird, so those nightmares, those screams and struggles are just because a person is too lonely, In Baker Street, Watson found his sustenance, and the person who helped him step by step had the most extraordinary brain and honest heart in the world.

The table lamp was turned to the most suitable brightness, and the face of the person was more gentle, at least Watson thought so.Sherlock is a person who is always tense. His brain, as he said, is spinning all the time. He is like a machine with excessive energy. If he does not vent this power, he will be injured and return Back home, especially now, the detective always looked so harmless, when, of course, he kept his mouth shut.

"John, don't stare at me, I will be troubled if you have any unnecessary feelings for me." Sherlock said coolly while playing with his mobile phone.

Watson choked, and said dryly, "Don't worry, that's impossible."

Sherlock's finger on the button paused for a moment, but still didn't look up, he just said lightly, "That's right."

"Yes." Watson said perfunctorily, turned off the lamp on the left hand side, pulled up the quilt to cover his body, said goodnight to his cohabitant, and then retracted under the quilt.

Under the light, the detective's long eyelashes fluttered only occasionally, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips were slightly loosened. He put away his mobile phone and turned off the lamp, and turned his back to the person on his left and said softly, "Good night, John."

"Good night..." The doctor, who had fallen asleep in a daze, muttered, and this subconscious reaction made the corners of Sherlock's mouth curl up, happy and satisfied.

Early the next morning, when Harry came down to look for water because he was thirsty, he found that there were only lonely quilts on the sofa, and their owners were no longer inside.

Lifting her foot and turning around, the blond woman with disheveled hair was thinking about consulting the detective's bedroom and walked to the bedroom, carefully holding the doorknob and trying to unscrew it, but found that it was locked.

"Fuck!" With a swear word, Harry rolled his eyes angrily, then reached into the pocket of his pajama pants with his right hand and took out a smirk. What he took out was a delicate and compact key, haha In addition to drinking and swearing, Lie Watson also has superb stealing skills, of course only for her little brother.

"I told you a long time ago not to put important things in the biscuit box. I can't get rid of this little habit at the age of 29." While muttering, he flexibly opened the lock.

Through the light in the living room, the blonde woman saw the three sleeping people. Her dear brother Watson was hugged tightly by his roommate, and only the round back of his head was seen. Halle raised her eyebrows, and finally Resisting the urge to swear, just because her brother John Watson didn't beat him to death.

Of course, even if he is not trusted by John, he has never talked to himself, even if he is a sister who likes to drink and has no ability, Harley still has some information, about the case of soldiers recovering from injuries, yes, she His younger brother, John, is an ordinary little man with a gentle character and a kind heart, as well as pride and self-esteem. If he doesn’t want to say things, even if he uses his fists to force him, he won’t let him go. So, Harriet ·Watson is not such a jerk occasionally, and when he is not drunk and sober, he still remembers that he is the guy's sister.

But now, this man who should have jumped up and punched the other person's face when they approached him is quiet, and even meekly allows the other person to get close. What does this mean?Harry bit his lip, gently closed the door and went out.

The TV was on in the living room, and Harry was sitting cross-legged on the sofa watching TV, with neither popcorn nor beer in her hand, she was thinking, well, 1 minute later, she suddenly licked her poor hair.

"Fucking life." Throwing this sentence, the blonde woman yawned and went back to sleep. The TV was not turned off, so that when Watson got up, she rushed directly to her bedroom, trying to kill that bastard woman. Drag it out, doesn't this bastard know that the end of the month is the most stressful time!

"John, don't tear my quilt!" Harry growled irritably, glaring at his brother, this guy didn't know that she lost sleep for an hour thinking about their shit!

"Get up! I'm not Clara, don't try to stay in bed!" Watson rolled up the quilt, and Harley, who was only in her pajamas, sneezed. Have a cold?"

"No." Harry rolled his eyes and reached out to scratch his belly, a rude gesture that Watson threw the quilt directly on top of her head.

"Get up if you have nothing to do." After leaving these words, the military doctor rushed to his battlefield, the kitchen at 221B Baker Street.

"Why are you so angry, I didn't see anything." Harry muttered and yawned. She missed Clara, she was a gentle cutie, and John had grown up and was getting boring.

In the kitchen, little Teddy stood on a pink horse tie to help his daddy, and asked softly, "Daddy, are you unhappy?"

"No, I'm glad to have your help." Watson said gently while looking down at the little guy while frying eggs.

"That's good." Little Teddy withdrew his gaze and continued to help happily, although he was only responsible for cleaning the dishes, and it took him 10 minutes to clean only that one, because at the end of the month, Watson didn't want to have an extra sum of money The military doctor at the end of the month is always more sensitive to the expenditure.

While eating breakfast, Watson raised his head and looked at his sister strangely. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he asked, "Are you going to send Teddy?"

"Yeah, what's so strange, John, I sent you to kindergarten a lot when I was a child." Little Teddy admired Harry's ability to talk while chewing food, and he tried it silently, regretfully He found that he was not that material, and picked up the corn kernels on the dining table and stuffed them into his mouth, so as not to waste them. At the end of the month, the little boy of the Holmes family was also very frugal.

You left me in the middle of the journey and played truant alone, and threatened me not to tell my mother!Watson endured these words, because he didn't want to be affected by this guy early in the morning.As long as John Watson thinks about those past events, he can't wait to pick up the submachine gun and kill the bastard, then save him, and then he will be rescued again. The fucking man was left on a strange road, and the boy who was only as tall as bean sprouts was raped. Can this bastard understand what it's like to be surrounded by dogs!

Harley was sensitive to her younger brother's gaze. She obediently shut up and took a sip of milk. After putting it down, she waved her hand and said with a heroic smile, "Let's go, little Teddy, I'll take you to school!"

"You stay at home, I'll take Teddy to school." Watson sternly refused, he didn't want his son to go through those painful childhood memories at all.

"I just want to help, after all, you are my younger brother." The blond woman suddenly lowered her eyes and said softly, drawing circles on the table with her right hand.

Little Teddy couldn't bear it anymore, he tugged on his daddy's sleeve, and said with teary eyes, "Daddy, I want Aunt Haley to take me there, please."

Watson looked at his son dumbly, and then his eyes fell on the blonde woman. The latter looked really depressed, and Watson was a little hesitant. Anyway, Harley is his older sister, and she will come here this time. It didn't cause any trouble, she also started to quit drinking, and remarried with Clara, so her words should still be believed.

After doing some psychological construction for himself, Watson opened his mouth and said, "Okay then."

"Well, I will definitely send him to school safely!" The blue eyes widened with joy, and the woman in her thirties smiled like a child who got candy. Watson's heart changed. So soft, yeah, they are siblings anyway.

Just when the military doctor was sighing, Sherlock, who was silent for a while, raised the corner of his mouth, and glanced at his cohabitant with some sarcasm, because he saw the blonde woman just made a face, well, Sherlock decided to modify it. My own file about Harriet Watson, and deleting the cohabitant's excessive kindness and innocence is due to genes. After all, there is a guy who is as nasty as a fat man sitting next to him.

After breakfast, those who went to school went to school, those who went to work went to work, and those who were squatting at home continued to squat at home. Watson and the two elders raised their phones and made a gesture to keep in touch before leaving.

Harry stretched his waist and yawned indistinctly. Sherlock stood aside and said coolly, "You lied to John."

Harry glanced at the little boy who was wearing the hat, and after confirming that he couldn't hear him, he turned his head to the detective and whispered, "Hey, boy, you still don't thank me for sending your son to school for free."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Don't think that I don't know that you just went to meet that actor, with long red hair, a tall figure with beautiful freckles on the tip of his nose, and their crew will be filming exterior scenes in a restaurant near Teddy's school today, You don't want John to know, because he'll tell Clara in a word, or even in a fit of rage."

"This is fucking amazing!" Harry looked at the consulting detective in amazement, as if he had suddenly grown a fluffy tail, Sherlock looked away uncomfortably, everyone in the Watson family has this Is it the habit of screaming happily even when the truth is exposed?

"Fuck, you're amazing, Sherlock." Harry bent his eyes and patted Sherlock's shoulder heavily, and called the detective's name for the first time.

"How do you know?" Harry asked with a grin.

"TV." Sherlock pursed his lips and said.

"Wow, you know so much just by turning on the TV, it's amazing!" Harley patted the detective's shoulder hard without any notice, the corner of the latter's mouth twitched, and in that Claw dodged the third time it came at him.

"Send Teddy to school quickly, he's going to be late." Grabbing the still smelly teddy bear, Sherlock simply threw the two of them out of the house, closed the door and went up the stairs to continue to torture them with experiments Home kitchen.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, held Teddy's hand and said with a smile, "Your dad is really awesome. I always thought that John's praise of him was just because he stayed in the army for too long. Messy but unbelievably true, this guy is fucking awesome!"

Little Teddy didn't mind Harley's swearing, because his daddy told him a lot, about when they were kids and before they went to the army, and those became memories, John Watson's memories, because of that The smiling, carefree girls are gone, and now, the boy is just happy to see the real Aunt Halle.

After beckoning, a taxi stopped in front of them, and Harley lamented the convenience of London. If it was in his hometown, taking a fucking taxi would be as embarrassing as going to the toilet without paper.

"Send your child to school?" the kind driver asked.

"Yeah!" Harry put his arms around the little Teddy and smiled boldly, "This is my son!" Sherlock, who was doing the experiment, sneezed and blew up the kitchen with a "bang".

The detective stared blankly at the bombed kitchen, and quickly flipped through the date in his mind. At the end of the month, he curled his lips and took out his cell phone to make a call.

"The kitchen is fried, recover it within two hours."

Mycroft, who was running in the small room of the office, raised the corners of his lips and teased, "Didn't you say that you won't accept any help from me? My dear Xiali."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "An hour, or I'll tell Lestrade that you just ate another high-strength chocolate cake." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone willfully.

Ten minutes later, a professional maintenance team entered the apartment at 10B Baker Street with tools on their shoulders. Within four or ten minutes, the kitchen was restored to its original appearance. Even a second-hand tableware that Watson liked was exactly the same, God knows Where did the guy get it from.

"Okay, Mr. Holmes." The blond man who took the lead said with a smile.

"En." In response, Sherlock continued to bow his head to do the experiment, but fortunately the dining table hugged him, and Sherlock thought he might not get used to it if he changed to another table.

"Then let's go first, Mr. Holmes." The blond man wiped the sweat from his forehead, still smiling, but this time he didn't even get a perfunctory word like "en".He smiled kindly, the man didn't mind, shrugged his shoulders and left, and closed the door considerately.

After greeting his teammates, the blond man left alone. He walked calmly on the street, but when he was far away from Baker Street, he quickly flashed into the alley, took off his baseball cap, and rolled up his sleeves. Up to the elbow, revealing strong muscles, the dazzling blond hair is hidden in the darkness, only a slight light shines in the man's eyes, the color of the pupils is very light, a clear gray-blue.