My son can't be this cute

Chapter 61

"Hello, Dr. Watson, I'm Mary Morstan, and I'm Teddy's teacher."

With blond curly long hair, well-dressed clothes, a beautiful smile, and a very kind person, Watson shook his little hands, "Hello, Teacher Mary."

Hearing Watson's address, Mary smiled, and Watson scratched his cheek and asked, "Do you mind if I call you that?" The 29-year-old military doctor is always a little shy when it comes to women, but he has to admit Sometimes he is bold enough.

"No, not at all, to be honest, I like it." Mary said generously, Watson also smiled, he admired straightforward people.

"Then Teddy, we'll see you tomorrow." Mary rubbed little Teddy's black hair and said with a smile, and the latter responded obediently by blinking his eyes.

On the way back, Watson was still thinking about what to eat for dinner, but Little Teddy tilted his head and asked a question that almost made him die of embarrassment.

"Daddy, are you ready to have an affair?"

"What?" Watson thought he heard it wrong. He stared at his son with wide eyes, and the latter wrinkled his nose and said, "In just a short while, you took a few extra glances at Mrs. Mary. Keep up with me." Same as that Dr. Sarah."

"Oh no, Teddy, you are overthinking, I don't." Watson said confidently, Little Teddy blinked, the doctor's face was a little red, and he muttered something that you will understand when you grow up, he Just a certain preference for blondes.

Back home, Sherlock had already changed into his pajamas, and was sitting on the sofa in a silk shirt, playing with Watson's computer. To be precise, it was a locked computer. Watson didn't bother to ask why this guy used it without permission. For his own computer, he just glanced at the restored kitchen and sighed. He was not in the mood to cook anymore, so he went to a restaurant for today's dinner.

"Sherlock, let's go." He greeted, put Teddy's schoolbag on the sofa, and Watson took his son's hand and was about to go out.

"John, I thought you would nag." Sherlock had already stood up, his light-colored eyes fixed on Watson, who scratched his cheek uncomfortably, "It's useless to say it anyway."

There is a problem, Sherlock squinted his eyes and glanced at Watson, but before he could speak, John had already gone out, and told him to follow up quickly, well, there was not enough time for him to observe much. information, but it was clear that their military doctor was hiding something.

"Fried dumplings or Chinese food?" Watson asked while calling a taxi while hugging Teddy.

"Who did you meet when you went to pick up Teddy?" Sherlock ignored John's words and directly raised his own questions.

"what?"

"Who?" Sherlock rolled his eyes, unaware of what he looked like to outsiders.

"It's the new teacher, you met last time." Little Teddy replied quickly.

Sherlock frowned, recalled in his mind, and finally reality told him that he had no impression of Little Teddy's new teacher at all, of course, unimportant things would only waste his brain space.

"I just think that after what happened last time, I should know more about Teddy's teacher." Watson widened his eyes, because the father and son spoke in exactly the same tone, what is that, he is not Sherlock Who the hell, why did he have to be questioned by the father and son when he had a crush on a woman, as if John Watson had already tied up with this consulting detective and registered for marriage long ago.

Sherlock pursed his lips and didn't continue to speak. Even the air in the small car seemed to be suppressed. Little Teddy twisted his body and watched his fathers sigh softly. He grabbed Sherlock got his left hand, grabbed John's right hand again, put their hands together, and said to the two adults in a serious tone: "Don't quarrel, if you quarrel, I will be very distressed."

"I don't." Sherlock retorted, speaking faster than Watson's "We didn't." The latter pouted and suddenly smiled, scratched his cheek and looked at the cohabitant and said, "Okay." Come on, Sherlock, you won, how could I be angry with you."

"Don't treat me like a child, John." Sherlock said angrily.

"Oh, sorry, my fault, now let's go to dinner." Peanut smiled, his crooked eyes and the soft lines of his face reassuring the detective, but he was still a little upset, just not fit.

What should I do in the face of two immature fathers?Little Teddy shrugged. This is a question that can be left to God.

The days go on like this, Sherlock investigates the case, and sometimes takes John with him, he has been thinking about when to meet the woman whose face he has forgotten, but recently, for some reason, the criminals on the streets of London seem to have made an appointment , crashed neatly into the detective's hands, boring or occasionally not so boring cases slowed Sherlock's footsteps, the days of going home became fewer and fewer, and his expression became more and more tired, not very superb techniques and frequency Apparently bored to the detective, Donovan once complained that Sherlock was a criminal who hadn't chosen yet, and he deserved a beating, seeing what he said at the crime scene, but no one took that advice because her dear boss Lestrade also doted on this little lunatic even more.

"Love really makes people dizzy." Officer Donovan rolled his eyes. She was a little irritable because she was having conflicts with Anderson recently. This was Sherlock's explanation. It was damn annoying to expose it in front of the Scottish police.

Boring, instead of lying on the sofa and abusing Mrs. Hudson's wall, but throwing a temper tantrum at the scene of the crime, because of stupid criminal methods, when Sherlock insulted the criminal and the police seven times in No.30, Lestrade made a phone call When I arrived at Watson's place, I wanted to take your Sherlock back as soon as I opened my mouth, but obviously, the tone on the other side was not very good, and there was even a hint of urgency.

"Greg, tell Sherlock to be right back, there is something important."

Lestrade froze for a moment, hung up the phone and turned his head to look at the detective who was pouting and losing his temper, he frowned and said, "Sherlock, I think you need to go back quickly, you seem to be in trouble. "

"Don't worry, Greg, I'm sure I didn't do an experiment in his beloved kitchen today, and I didn't stuff Ivan in the refrigerator, and the glass jar contained his favorite strawberry jam instead of eyeballs, so it's no big deal. "

"I don't think it's those things, because I seem to have heard a woman's voice." After swallowing, Lestrade decided to tell the detective in front of him, but the latter really widened his eyes and turned away. The son strode away directly.

Lestrade lowered his head and dialed a number, before the other party could speak, he said, "Sherlock and John are probably in trouble."

"What?" Mycroft almost choked as he was swallowing his dessert. He thought Lestrade had discovered that he was secretly eating sweets in the office.

"Just now John called Sherlock to go home quickly, and I heard a woman's voice on the phone, is that Teddy's mother?" Lestrade blurted out, this time Mycroft successfully choked, His cough gave himself away, and the Scottish Inspector frowned.

"Mycroft, do you eat sweets at work?"

"...I'm taking a break now."

"Don't follow me with that set of word games. I remember your doctor just said yesterday that you should reduce your sugar intake."

"I just took a bite," Mycroft grumbled under his breath.

"Mycroft, if you're like this, I think you'd better eat dinner tonight alone." Lestrade smiled and said casually.

At this moment, the man who was sitting on the sofa gently put down his fork, showing a soft and sincere smile.

"I'll fix it."

Lestrade grinned with one hand on his hip, licked his lips and said, "Eat your favorite lamb chops tonight."

"That's up to me." Mycroft complained. He only showed his culinary skills once, and then he has been reduced to the one who cooks. He suspected that there was something hidden under the generous appearance of the Scottish Inspector. A cunning drop of blood.

"You don't want to?" Lestrade asked back in a tone that didn't have much emotion.

"No, of course not." Mycroft replied with a smile, without any hesitation.

Lestrade laughed. Although the two of them hadn't been together for a long time, he understood the man's mind. It was impossible to change the control freak, but he couldn't be too conniving. He wasn't Mycroft. special mommy.

"Let's have a bottle of red wine in the evening, and I will try to go back as soon as possible."

"You mean..."

Lestrade interrupted the excited-sounding voice, and said with a smile, "Don't think about it, I have to go back to eat dinner early and have to report." Only then did I hear a weary reply.

Lestrade hung up the phone and stretched himself. He scratched his cheek. To be honest, he was not very persistent about that incident, but he just felt that the time was not right. Ford, Lestrade doesn't have that kind of interest in the men around him, but right now, he still can't pass that level. How can I say that the Scottish inspector looks like a virgin because he is in love? It was the words that his subordinates ridiculed him recently.

virgin?I am not.The Scottish inspector squeezed his strong forearm and grunted, then grinned, shook his head and decided to go to work, um, in order to go home early and eat his lamb chops, and this happy couple The couple on Baker Street, which the lovers ignored, was making waves.