[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

the next day.

Still our Tom Riddle Junior.

He pushed open the door as usual, went to the window and opened the curtains to let fresh air in, took a deep breath, then turned around and dragged the sleeping man on the bed up.

"Get up quickly, go wash yourself, I'll go to Mr. Lecter to see Sif first."

Thanks to the black-haired baby, Dana probably also wanted to maintain the tall and stable father image in the former's heart. When he got up, he rarely had low air pressure, so naturally he rarely threw the dagger.

As for the crib, because of the ranking, it happened to be next door to Mr. Lecter today. Young Tom felt that he should go to see it earlier.

"Well?"

Dana Lawrence woke up reflexively when he heard his son's name, and he blinked in a daze.

"Hannibal?"

"Well, it's Mr. Lecter's turn today." Tom Riddle came to the large wardrobe in the corner of the room, took out a clean shirt and threw it over.

"Oh," the man responded when he heard the black-haired boy's words.He took the shirt and quickly put it on.Then he found a problem...

"Where are the pants?"

Why did he only give him a shirt, do you want him to go out with his butt naked?

Tom Riddle turned around and walked towards the door. He stopped when he heard the man's voice, turned his head and said helplessly, "Beside your bed."

He just took a shirt just now when he saw the pants next to the bed, thinking that the other party would find out, but unexpectedly he was the first to respond to find someone.

"I'll go to the next door to see Sif." Tom Riddle said to his master after glancing at the hanging clock on the wall, silently counting the time in his mind, guessing that Hannibal had already woken up.

"I'll go too." The man hastily pulled the trousers at the end of the bed, ready to put them on.

"No."

"why?"

"The dishes are not ready yet." Although there is no need to open the shop today, Tom Riddle complained in his heart.

"Besides, you have other things to do."

Dana: "?? What's the matter." He stopped his hands and raised his head to look at the apprentice at the door.

Didn't you just go to the suburban farm today?No cooking at all!

The black-haired boy couldn't help but sighed, feeling that he was about to become an old lady, seeing the puzzled look in his eyes made him even more tired.

"You don't think a taxi can take so many of us, do you?" Usually, it's fine for the two of them to do this. After all, it's convenient and fast. The farm in the suburbs is not far from here, and it doesn't cost much.

But now the problem is - they have an extra baby.

"And a seven-month-old baby is not suitable to stay in a taxi." Tom Riddle, who was extremely tired, finally chose to remind the other party.

Dana Lawrence suddenly realized that he finally knew what he had forgotten, and he stopped arguing to see his son, but gave the former a grateful look, and then speeded up the speed of getting dressed.

He had to arrange with Mycroft to borrow two cars before everything was done.

Don't look at the owner's current income. It's not bad to have a house and savings, but he doesn't have a car.One is because I stay at home, I don’t go out very much, and I don’t use this kind of transportation. Even if I go out, I can rub other people’s hands. If it’s not possible, there are taxis.Second, as a reborn old antique, he really couldn't handle it.

But that's another matter now.

……

Tom Riddle also prepared to settle down his stupid father regardless of his enthusiasm. He calmly cleaned up the room ruined by the former, then closed the door calmly, and then calmly went to the next door.

He is going to see little Sif~=^_^=

As a newly promoted younger brother, he is very busy, for example, he has been worrying about various problems of his precious brother.

Hannibal stayed in the guest room, and because he just came here, he didn't add much of his own decorations. Of course, it's also possible that he didn't have anything to do with it.

But also because I lived for a while, the room still has some personal habits.

For example, the bed cover and quilt cover have been replaced with black-looking materials, but in fact, various dark-textured materials are also very soft to the touch.

There are also a lot of clothes in the wardrobe in the wall, mostly shirts, which are very similar to a certain shopkeeper, but they are also a little different. The former prefers the cumbersome orthodox British style, while the latter prefers comfortable tailoring.

There are also more personal toiletries in the bathroom behind the room, some are sent by Tom Riddle, some are bought by himself, and there are two or three bottles of perfume in front of the mirror.

All in all, a typical single man's room.The only thing that doesn't match is the blue crib next to the big bed.

Wearing a white shirt, the man was as elegant as ever, and gently put the matching clothes on the baby. Seeing the black-haired boy outside the door, he smiled.

"You're here, what's up with Dana?" At some point, Hannibal's name for Dana Lawrence became closer.

Severus, who was held in his arms, didn't know if he saw someone he knew, and kept speaking to the black-haired boy in a language that only he understood.

"No, but I said to see Sif, but I refused." The black-haired boy involuntarily leaned against the little baby, and lightly tapped the baby's hand, his eyes were full of smiles .

"Yeah!"

Feeling that his hand was touched, little Sif was not only not afraid, but became more excited, and kept getting closer to the other party. It was obvious that the little guy liked his extra brother very much.

"Oh, little rascal, I think you have to behave yourself." The lack of cooperation from the client gave Hannibal a headache, and his dressing process was interrupted.

"Cuckoo..."

The white and tender little face smiled more and more happily. Little Sif probably thought he was playing with himself, so his attention turned to the man in the white shirt in front of him involuntarily.

Tom Riddle: "Do you need my help?" Although it was only yesterday that he came into contact with the baby, the 10-year-old boy has already been able to take care of him skillfully.

"Could you bring me that little brown striped vest?" Hannibal held the baby in one hand and put on the clothes with the other. Although the whole process was a bit wrong, it was still perfect.

Tom Riddle followed the man's gaze, found the dress, picked it up, and said, "Let me wear it!"

"Okay!" Hannibal thought for a while, considering that he was about to leave, let go of the baby in his hand, and agreed to the boy's request.

His clothes haven't been fully changed yet.

The man handed the baby to the black-haired boy, came to the closet, moved his fingers back and forth in front of several shirts, hesitating, after a while, he seemed to make up his mind, and picked up a low-key light blue shirt.

There is a little romance in leisure, which is in line with most people's aesthetics.

"Have you had breakfast, little guy?" Tom Riddle quickly put the little vest on little Sif, who was happily grabbing his arm and slobbering all over his clothes.

Hannibal in the bathroom heard the question, buttoned up his shirt to hide his beautiful abs, and answered while tidying up his cuffs, "No, he's just woken up, maybe he's not very hungry."

"Where's the bottle?" Tom Riddle asked Hannibal as he put Severus back in the crib.

"In the back pocket of the crib."

"Where's the powdered milk?"

According to Yan, the black-haired boy rummaged in the pocket behind the crib, found a clean feeding bottle, and frowned fiercely: "Did you feed it at night?"

Babies pay attention to small meals and frequent meals. Although milk powder is nutritious, most of them drink it with water. In fact, they can’t eat much, and they are easy to get hungry. Generally, they need to be fed again in about three hours.

Especially at night, and a clean bottle may mean that the other party is not feeding.

"He didn't wake up."

The man opened the door and came out. The light blue shirt was cut very high, which perfectly highlighted his advantages. The black trousers wrapped his long legs, elegant and leisurely, like a gentleman on vacation.

The hair is fluffy and slightly curved, the bridge of the nose is high, the thin lips are tightly pressed, the chin is perfectly curved, and the gray-brown pupils are a little translucent.

"Please go wash down the milk powder." Tom Riddle saw the man coming out, handed over the bottle in his hand, and said a word.

"Yah poof!"

At this time, the crib made a sound, which attracted the black-haired boy's attention again. The little guy puffed up his cheeks and blew a bubble, which burst and made a sound.After feeling that someone was looking at him, little Sif smiled even more happily.

Tom Riddle: "...so stupid!"

He seemed to have sensed why his master despised him so much before.

"Well"

The man in the light blue shirt took the bottle, turned around and walked towards the door. Ever since the baby was born, the kitchen has been burning hot water 24 hours a day just to make milk powder.

Passing the corridor, he met Dana Lawrence, who was buried in the phone. The latter also saw him, and at the same time saw the bottle in his hand.

While talking on the phone, Dana Lawrence pointed to the kitchen, indicating that hot water can be used to make milk powder.

By the time Hannibal finished making the formula, he finished calling too.

"Little Tom called you over?" Putting the phone in his pants, Dana raised his eyebrows looking at the milk bottle in Hannibal's hand.

"I thought you didn't like doing this."

In fact, this is exactly the case. The very down-to-earth action of pouring milk powder is not suitable for the person in front of him.

"Very interesting." A deep and pleasant voice sounded, and Hannibal held the bottle in his hand, and he didn't say he liked it or didn't like it, and answered the question inappropriately.

"Cut!" Dana was not interested in continuing to chat with him, so he turned around and walked to the room, ready to see his cheap son: "It's up to you."