My son can't be this cute

Chapter 75

The pleasant dinner was over, and Mike ran over to talk to Little Teddy and the others for a while, nothing more than complaining that Baguier was so squeamish, he couldn't do anything, and he was looking forward to tomorrow's skiing competition, he Loving all things racing, little Teddy giggled as he looked into Mike's sparkling eyes, he loved seeing him energized.

Angelo was a little unhappy. He carefully looked at the blond boy, and had to say that although he was more beautiful, blond hair always made people feel good, otherwise Teddy wouldn't be so happy.

"Teddy, can you ski?" Mike asked excitedly.

"A little bit, but not very proficient." Little Teddy scratched his cheek. In fact, he is not very good at sports. Mike always said that even if he is not good at sports, as long as he has a smart little head, he can protect himself more than any muscle. , but no matter what, six or seven-year-old children still envy those boys with well-developed motor nerves from the bottom of their hearts, which means active and strong.

"I can teach you tomorrow." Angelo pulled the other's hand and said with a smile, Mike nodded, showing his white teeth, "Yes, Teddy, Angelo is very good at both studies and sports, although He doesn't usually come to the stadium." The blond boy shrugged.

"An Qi is amazing." Little Teddy praised sincerely. In this aspect, he has completely inherited his father's genes, and Watson's genes account for a large proportion in the aspect of likability.

The black-haired boy smiled slightly, and a real sense of joy surged in his heart. He didn't learn these things for fun or to like them, but to be the most perfect child. Now, they are affirmed, and the boy just feel happy.

"Mike Biller, I'm going to bed now, come here too!" Bagir strode over and shouted, his slender eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked unhappy.

"Sleep with you, what do I do!" Mike muttered dissatisfied.

"Because I can't make a sound when I sleep, you will definitely disturb me when you come back with such a big body!" Bagir roared, his face was flushed, but his lips were a little pale.

Angelo frowned. He knew what this expression meant. He got up from the sofa and walked over to touch the boy's forehead. "Bajir, you're a little hot."

"I know." Bagir grunted, his little face looked even paler. Although he usually looked unhealthy, his usually domineering attitude prevented people from realizing that he was actually It was a small, pale child.

"I'll call the teacher." Little Teddy also got up quickly, and called Mary to come over without saying a word.

Mary took Bajir's temperature. It was a little fever, but it was not serious. It would be good to take some medicine and rest early. Mike couldn't bear to see Bajir, who was getting thinner and thinner under the quilt, and turned his head to Teddy. Life: "Teddy, then I'll go to bed first, and we'll play together tomorrow."

"Well, it's okay, Mike." Little Teddy waved his hand to show that he doesn't mind, although he still wants to tell the other party about the fun of lunch today, but the days will be long in the future, even if Bagir is not friendly, but he is sick , sick always need more care.

"Mike, you can go to sleep in the teacher's room tonight, I will take care of him here." Mary said gently.

"No." Bajir, who was lying on the bed, yelled in a low voice, his little nose wrinkled, and he writhed on the bed but hummed, "No, I can't let Mike leave.

Little Teddy looked at the other party in surprise, and Mike's eyes widened even more. Mary patted the other party's shoulder and smiled, "Why do you want Mike to stay?"

"It's all his fault that I want him to serve me." Bajir rolled on the bed to express his dissatisfaction, while the strong boy was blushing, he was afraid that he would rush up and beat him up on an impulse pause.

"Good boy, don't be self-willed." Mary comforted, while the thin boy was crying and rolling, desperately unwilling to let Mike leave, well, to be precise, he wanted Mike to serve him and meet his requirements.

"Well, you bad guy." Mike muttered, and decided to stay with a cold face. He had already thought about it, and he must fight this guy when he recovered.

"I'll accompany you, Mike." Little Teddy tugged at the opponent's sleeve. Although Bagir had no offensive power, he had seen his annoying skills before.

"No need, Teddy, you and Angelo go back." Mike rubbed the boy's hair and said to Angelo who was beside him. "Take him out, the two of you are not as strong as me, you need to gather up your strength for tomorrow's game." The blond boy showed his white teeth, looking very reliable.

Angelo nodded. He didn't simply care about Bagir's condition, it was only because of this that he could monopolize Teddy alone. Didn't Mike's selfless thoughts just suit his wishes? The black-haired boy turned up The corners of her lips curled up, as Mommy said, use everything that can be used, and make everything that cannot be used can be used, everything is just to achieve the goal.

Angela took the other party's hand and led him to the fireplace. There were not many people here, and most of the children had already gone to the room to whisper, but the two of them were more attached to the flames in the fireplace.

"You know, Angie, I like the fireplace because my dad and daddy always talk over it, even though they fight sometimes, well, it's daddy when he loses his temper and daddy comforts him, of course he's too Daddy won't condone him when he's making trouble for no reason." Little Teddy lay on the sofa and said these funny things, Angelo propped his chin and looked at the other's soft chin and the corner of his smiling mouth, feeling his mood changed. Be happy.

"That's good, Teddy, you have a happy family." Angelo said softly. There is only one reason why he hates or likes each other. Happiness, such a child has everything he doesn't have, a normal family, a normal family. The warmth and love overflowing from the chest.

"Where are Angie's parents?" Little Teddy asked softly, the firelight made it impossible to speak loudly, and he liked this feeling, even narrowing his eyes slightly, like a lazy cat napping.

Angelo put down her right hand, leaned her chin on the sofa armchair, and looked at each other with amber eyes and soft brows from a distance of five inches.

"Dad likes Mommy very much. He is a gentle person, just like your daddy, Teddy, I like gentle people."

"It can be seen." Little Teddy giggled, his big eyes were curved, he stretched out his finger and poked An Qi's cheek, "An Qi is a gentle person."

"I'm not." The black-haired boy said in a low voice.

"You are." The curly-haired boy said firmly with a stubborn tone, as if he firmly believed that chocolate cake could appease all bad tempers.

"Maybe." Angelo no longer denied it, and showed a shallow smile. He is not a person who likes to argue. The reality tells him that no matter how quick the words are, it is not as effective as the action. And, if he thinks so , I will become such a person. If he likes it, then it is not too difficult to be a good boy and a gentle person. After all, he has always done this, even if he never thinks so in his heart, but Some things persist for a month, a year, or ten years, and compulsive behavior will become a habit. As long as the person who makes him persist is still there, he will do so.

"Angie...is a good person...always...helps...Teddy..." the curly-haired boy yawned softly, his big eyes were already half closed, and he lay on his stomach after the last word Fall asleep on the arm of the couch, his good boy time has kicked in.

Angelo got up and went to the room to get a blanket to cover Little Teddy. The latter pursed his lips slightly and shrunk himself under the blanket, revealing only his long eyelashes.The black-haired boy was half leaning on the sofa, his amber eyes were staring at each other, and the corners of his mouth had a pleasant arc. One day, this person would be his.

The blue flame in the fireplace was beeping and beeping, and the light of the fire shone on the man's cheek, leaving a warm color.Watson was on the phone in the living room, and it was Mycroft's. Although he always kept his mouth shut, this proud man cared more about his wayward brother than anyone else. It's because of his desire to control, rather it's Sherlock Holmes' awkward pampering, pampering Sherlock, cleaning up the mess for him, teasing the other party when he's happy, and warning him with a downcast expressionless face when he's unhappy. Usually at that time, Sherlock, who is fearless and fearless, will restrain himself. Watson thought that the way these two brothers get along cannot be changed for thousands of years, but the fact that they trust and care for each other cannot be changed for hundreds of millions of years. Whenever he was immersed in the touch of this kind of brotherhood, the reality was always so ruthless.

"Mycroft, I don't think he will accept your decision to stop meddling in this case on the grounds that he has lost to a woman and he will turn the family upside down." The corners of Watson's mouth twitched. Said, looking very helpless.

"My dear John, that's not an ordinary woman." Mycroft said in a drawn-out tone, and Watson knew what the other person's fake smile looked like without looking at it, maybe he just wanted to see him jealous ?He wasn't a fool who couldn't see it, but he was damn jealous, so John Watson refused.

After hanging up the phone, Watson went to the kitchen to warm up a glass of milk and served it to the sleepy detective upstairs. Anyway, in this world, he only cared about that bastard.