My son can't be this cute

Chapter 55

Barts Hospital, Molly was stopped by detectives just as she was about to leave the house. The man with burning eyes grabbed her arm and opened and closed his thin lips gently.

"I need your help, Molly."

If Molly Amber had heard this sentence earlier, she would have been very happy, but now, he looked at the military doctor behind him, smiled and said, "Okay then." Putting down the backpack, the same as before, the set Putting on a white coat, the long-haired woman still helps the detective with everything she has, yes, as long as she has, and she thinks this kind of provision may last a lifetime.

"Thank you." The detective who was observing the material with a microscope suddenly said such a sentence, and Molly froze for a moment, a little curious, "Did I hear correctly?"

"Of course, I'm thanking you." Sherlock said in an impatient tone. If he wasn't observing with a microscope, he would have rolled his eyes.

"Okay, I'm very happy." The long-haired woman smiled slightly, and her eyes were on the military doctor who was doing other things for the detective. She was ordinary, ordinary, but with the broadest heart, enduring this strange man, just like a mother Indulging and pampering the detective, maybe the two of them didn't realize that there was really no room for a third person between them.

"Sherlock, I think I have found some information." The little man walked towards the detective with his mobile phone, and the latter naturally raised his head and put the microscope aside. He listened like an obedient child, while Mo Li knew that this proud man had never bothered to listen to others.

Watson told his cohabitant about his discovery, and when he looked up, he saw Molly leaving. He asked her where she was going.

"Bring some food, and I'll buy it for you." The long-haired woman turned her head and showed a beautiful smile.

"I don't eat when I'm working." Sherlock directly rejected this kind behavior.

"Sherlock, you should say thank you instead of saying no, and at least give me something sweet, your stomach is protesting, don't stare at me, I'm a doctor, I know your body better than you do yourself."

Sherlock pursed his lips. Faced with Watson's tough attitude, he had no choice but to agree. Molly smiled and left with her hands in her white coat. Who can change that wayward detective, not a woman, not a man, It was John Watson.

The kidnapping incident did not make the school panic. I have to say that the children nowadays are brave enough. During the lunch break, when Little Teddy and Mike came in, they found Angelo sleeping quietly on the desk.

"It's strange, Angelo doesn't take a nap very much." Mike scratched his cheek and said, in his impression, the monitor seemed to be reading books or helping them solve problems, and he was a standard good boy.

After hearing what Mike said, Little Teddy moved closer to the black-haired boy curiously, only to see that a small part of his exposed face was flushed, and he was still breathing heavily, apparently sick.

"Anqi, Anqi." Little Teddy called a few times, touched the back of the other's neck, it was a little hot, he turned his head and told Mike decisively.

"Mike, go find the teacher, Angie seems to have a fever."

"Ah? Oh, okay, I'll go now." Swinging his arms, the strong boy immediately ran to find the teacher.

"An Qi, can you hear me?" Little Teddy gently pushed the other party, his little hand was suddenly grabbed by someone, it was Angelo who was still awake, he turned his face to Little Teddy, red His face was red, his eyes were watery from the fever, and he looked fragile.

"Mommy..."

Startled, Little Teddy touched his face with his spare hand. He doesn't look like a girl, but the boy still held his hand tightly, muttering about Mommy intermittently. Yes, there is no way, Little Teddy can only recall how his father comforted him, and then rubbed the other's hair like a model, and said softly "I am here, I am not going anywhere", this comfort is very effective, Because Angelo seemed to be really asleep this time, a quiet child is always very cute.

The little hand was tightly clenched, and the skin was very hot. Little Teddy blinked, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have never met Angelo's parents. Earlier, their driver came to pick him up. A child from a rich family can't even pick up his own child?If this is the case, he needs to consider going home and telling Daddy that he is very satisfied and their family doesn't need to be too rich.

"Teddy, how is Angelo?" Mike came in panting and asked.

"He seems to be asleep." Little Teddy looked at the male teacher after answering Mike's words, and said worriedly: "Teacher, Angie is sick and needs to go to the hospital. He has to tell his parents, otherwise Angie will be sick." Waking up a person will be frightened.”

He knows that feeling. People will become more fragile after being sick. At that time, Mike would always hug him and say don’t worry. He is not alone. Although Mike is very good, some people just cannot be replaced. They want to act like a baby. The best counterparty must be parents.He sighed softly in his heart, the boy was really worried that this kind of life would not be too long, after all, some things are like this and will not change because of your strong demands.

"Well, I will inform his parents. You two continue to study, and I will take this child to the hospital now." The tall male teacher said as he picked up the boy and left.

"I don't know if it will be serious." Little Teddy mumbled.

"Angelo is often sick." Mike said, wiping the sweat off his face.

"often?"

"Yeah, when you first transferred, he was also sick, and he took a long leave of absence. He was not in good health."

The light-colored eyes were wide open, little Teddy really didn't understand, Angie looked obviously healthy, and he was so tall, but hearing what Mike said, Teddy remembered that he didn't pay much attention For example, An Qi's complexion is a little transparent, he never speaks loudly, and he always reads quietly. Are these all because of his poor health?Then why didn't An Qi's parents come to pick him up?Thinking of this, the boy's thoughts once again turned to how much money is not good, he has to tell his father that enough money is enough.

In an abandoned candy factory, Claude and Max nestled together. Max looked a little weak. He was not a very strong kid, but he was very smart. He read a lot of books and left as many clues as possible. He was praying at this moment that a detective or police detective as smart as in the book would understand his clues and rescue him and his sister.

"Max, are you cold?" Claude asked in a low voice, and hugged the boy a little tighter. The parents didn't care enough for them, but fortunately, I have a younger brother, and the relationship between the two siblings is stronger than normal Children are much better.

"No." Max showed a smile to comfort his sister, he didn't want her to worry.

"Do you want to eat chocolate candy?" Claude tilted her head and said.

"You hid candies in your pajamas when you slept?" Max raised his eyes and looked at his sister and asked suspiciously.

"No, that person gave it to me." Claude still said in a low voice, pointing with her slender little finger to the man wearing a mask who was cleaning the gun. She didn't immediately tell Max what happened just now, it's hard to say , maybe it's really because of these chocolate candies, although it's not suitable for a nine-year-old girl, it's really sweet.

"You are crazy, Claude, that guy is a kidnapper." Max was a little angry and wanted to struggle, but was stopped by Claude, she whispered: "Max, I don't think he is a bad person, he He gave us blankets and he didn't hurt us."

"Do you know, Claude, you are sick, and the book says you have Stockholm syndrome." The seven-year-old boy struggled to come up with this word, he looked at the girl with big eyes and repeated Repeatedly, "You are too scared."

"No, I didn't." Claude retorted, she was nine years old and knew how to tell the good from the bad.

"Don't worry, Claude, I left a clue, they will find it, and we will be rescued." Max whispered to his sister, his face was a little pale, but fortunately it was warm enough here.

"Do you believe those stupid policemen can understand your clues?" Claude said bluntly. The policemen always come a step late in the TV show. I believe they might as well figure out their own way.

Max's little face was blushing, because what Claude said was indeed true, and then he was a little unconfident. He felt that it was very likely that the police would not understand, and they would even rather spend their free time drinking than Read more useful books.

"When I grow up, I want to be a real police officer." Max muttered, boys will always admire this kind of honest and open profession, even if they are sometimes not as good as imagined.

"Daddy won't allow it, you are his only son." Claude continued to point out, which made her stare at her younger brother.

"This is my life." Max said heavily, even though he was not strong, he would never let others decide his life.

Moran, who was cleaning the gun not far away, almost laughed out loud. Do all children nowadays talk like this?He shook his head, the little conversations he thought he couldn't hear were entertainment at its best.A simple and innocent child, that person always said that the world is stupid, he is high above, playing with everything in the palm of his hand, Moran regrets not meeting him earlier, so that he can know that being that man is still a When you were a child, did you have some beautiful dreams?

The phone rang, and after looking at the caller number, Moran answered it immediately. Hearing the words rang over there, the blond man's eyes widened slightly, and the gun fell from his arms, but was firmly grasped again. Living.