My son can't be this cute

Chapter 59

Having seen how powerful Harley is, Inspector Lestrade thought it would be better for him to avoid it temporarily, but he was startled by Harry's loud voice before his butt left the stool.

"Hey, did I interrupt your loving time?" Harry yelled as she walked in, successfully making Lestrade and the others the focus again, and the helpless detective moaned, "Mycroft , please don’t come to this restaurant next time, just anywhere.”

Mycroft grasped the key words, raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "Your home?"

"..."

"That's it." Mycroft smiled, and happily decided without giving Lestrade a chance to refute.

"I'll go to the side, you guys talk first." The blushing Scottish inspector stood up abruptly, took his own cup of coffee and sat down on the seat next to him.

The hairline is receding, it may be a family inheritance, slightly obese, and I have a nasty smile. The politician is looking at me. Oops, Halle is staring at each other while being critical in her heart, turning her eyes to the handsome man next to her, and grinning With a smile, he has a good eye for picking a partner, and just for this, he can give this man the upper hand.

Mycroft made a gesture of invitation and looked at the blond woman. The latter raised his eyebrows, looked at him with his arms folded, and then sat down with a casual look in his eyes, which is really interesting, although Macroft Ford doesn't have a hideous face, but occasionally a few years old Xiaodou Ding will be frightened by his cold face, but this Miss Watson is very calm, that is when the doctor of Sherlock's family sees her All are vigilant.

"Are you watching?" the blond woman asked with a smile, tilting her head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mycroft smiled slightly, and the lines at the corners of his eyes naturally stretched out. This is a sign of his joy. Although he doesn't want to be in a weak position and be oppressed by others, he also appreciates it. A person who is not afraid of death.

The waiter brought the good Earl Gray tea, and Mycroft asked gentlemanly, "Sugar or milk?"

"Nothing." Harley frowned in disgust. She doesn't like sweets, and she doesn't have much enthusiasm for black tea, but she doesn't seem to have much like or dislike for anything else except alcohol, so when she saw the man across from her I poured sugar into my black tea, and when I stirred it, I could hear the "rustling" sound below, and my pretty face wrinkled together.

"Don't eat so much sugar." Lestrade said, looking at Mycroft with a wrinkled eyebrow.

"Well, a little bit." Mycroft replied helplessly, and withdrew his finger that was reaching for the sugar bag.

"Sweets lover, all the men in your family are the same."

"I think this is a very sweet little habit." Mycroft ignored the other party's teasing, but said solemnly, anyway, this matter is not a day or two, forcing himself to quit sweets in a brutal tone, It's better to simply let these guys laugh once enough, torturing one's stomach is the worst.

"Lie." Harry pointed out directly with the corner of his mouth curled. Mycroft's hand holding the glass shook and almost spilled on the poor tablecloth. Lestrade covered his mouth and laughed on the table.

"Okay, let's change the subject, I think we can talk about something more interesting." Mycroft simply put down the black tea, crossed his hands on the table, and smiled in the usual decent manner.

"I don't like to be meandering, so let's just say it, Mike..."

"Mycroft."

"Well, well, Mycroft, your name is really quite weird." Harry wrinkled his nose and said.

"Sorry about my weird name."

"Are you angry?" Harry asked cautiously, she was a little outspoken, but she would not stab others maliciously.

"No, no, please don't take it to heart, you're not the first to say this, and you won't be the last." Mycroft still had a decent smile on his face, because he hadn't missed this incident since he was a child. Being laughed at, of course, with Sherlock by his side, the world would never be too bad.

"Then I'm relieved." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, tilting his head and grinning, "I thought you looked unpleasant and your personality wouldn't be much better, but I didn't expect you to be nice , I have to say that the speeches below the blog are sometimes very nonsensical, but it is also interesting after reading it for a long time."

The corners of Mycroft's mouth stiffened, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Harry waved his hand cheerfully to let the other party not be too nervous and relax.

"Oh where were we?" Harry asked, frowning.

"I don't think we've started anything yet." Mycroft raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, sorry." Harry scratched her cheek, she tilted her head and licked her lips and said, "I just wanted to know what you think about my brother and your brother getting together?"

"First, Miss Watson..."

"Just call me Harley." The blond woman interrupted the other party's words rudely, but the blunt expression still didn't make the MI[-] chief mind too much. After all, after dealing with hypocritical people too much , this straightforward character is really interesting.

"Okay, Harry, first of all, I have to explain that my brother cannot be suppressed." Mycroft still smiled and stated the fact that Lestrade was coughing dryly from the side. This time he didn't drink any damn drink.

"Hey, you mean my brother John was the one who got crushed!" Harry frowned, eyes widening as if she was the one being crushed.

"It's true, Harry," Mycroft said slowly. "Sherlock never succumbs to others. He is self-willed and arrogant, and no one pays attention to him. Compared with my desire to control, he will only be stronger and will not be slightly weakened. He is a man from the Holmes family, and The Sherlock Holmes gene is to be strong."

"My brother is the man who invaded Afghanistan, and you're telling me the fuck now, my brother John is going to be the one to be crushed? Our Watson family's straight straight man is going to be the one with his legs open That one?" Harry roared, this matter is a matter of principle and cannot be compromised.

Mycroft finally frowned. He had already experienced Harley's swearing, and even worse, he had also experienced it under Dr. Watson's blog. The eldest daughter of the family is tied in front of the cannonball, let the lady's swearing wash the soldiers from the spirit to the body before firing, but it doesn't mean that it will be a good enjoyment to hear it in such an elegant restaurant .

"Harry, this is the restaurant, I think we'd better have a civilized conversation."

"Fuck, is this the time to discuss these nonsensical things? You just said that our John is the bottom one. This is absolutely not allowed to me. The sons and daughters of the Watson family can only be the top The one!" Harley slammed the table and growled again.

Mycroft's smile froze at last, his leisurely folded hands loosened, and he said in that low, calm voice, "Sherlock can only be the one on top."

"Hey, you fat man, your Sherlock is rolling on the sofa like a wayward 12-year-old kid, he's definitely the one down there, our John, strong, upright and invaded Afghanistan, he can take the top one Doing the best thing!" Harry slammed the table and stood up, staring at the man in front of him.

Mycroft sneered, his mind was occupied by the word fat man, and his thin lips opened and closed, spitting out some mocking words.

"Your doctor is kind and upright. I never question his character, because he is such an excellent person, but it is obvious that he is short, short-legged, and likes to chatter. He is easy to Furious, and the only one who can appease him is our family, Sherlock, I dare say that Sherlock is the man who can occupy everything in bed!"

"Fucking life, our John is not short-legged, he has a golden ratio, and your detective boy's entire face accounts for one-third of his body! Fuck him, he has a long face, a damn long face! And you, bloody obese, with receding hairlines that exceed the level of receding hairlines for middle-aged men in the entire british empire, and if they had kids, i'd have to fucking worry about them being young Just a receding hairline! Fuck life, be thankful they won't have kids! Oh fuck, they do, my dear Teddy, I'm sure I'll take him to the hospital when I get back, for a thorough checkup!"

Harry snorted and yelled out the call in the restaurant, and the whole restaurant fell silent instantly, not even the sound of chewing.

Although Mycroft often takes care of this restaurant, he has always been relatively low-key, so no one except the restaurant owner knows his occupation. However, the elegant three-piece suit and that relaxed and decent smile are nothing. Everyone can have it, adults who don't look like ordinary people, being yelled at by a menacing blonde woman, this is so fucking exciting!

Lestrade stood up in a panic, pressed his boyfriend's shoulder, patted his back with his left hand, and comforted him: "Don't get excited, Mycroft, talk to me if you have something to say." The possibility of a stroke due to anger at such a young age is very high. The Scottish inspector groaned in his heart. He should have cleared the place earlier instead of thinking that he would hide away. This control freak who wanted to save face was yelled at by John's sister There was a pause, and every sentence hit the place he cared about, oh god, he couldn't imagine what would happen next, god damn it, please let John come over, Sherlock don't come over, he It will only add to the confusion.