[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

"Knock knock!"

When Dana hugged his cheap son familiarly, after being sprayed twice halfway, he finally came to No. 221B Baker Street and knocked lightly on the door.

The sound insulation of the house was actually not good, at least Dana could hear a lot of commotion inside because of his knock on the door, followed by hurried footsteps.

"Wow!" The door opened, and the honest-looking brown-haired man stood at the door, looking at the father and son in amazement.

"Mr. Lawrence??" The clear blue pupils widened slightly, showing the master's incomparable surprise.

"Doctor, don't be so surprised!" This made him want to bully more and more.Dana has never been a good person, at least he is more willing to be a villain who bullies a good person than a good person.

Watson couldn't accept the sudden flashing at the door, but he was kind and didn't say anything, thinking that the other party had something to do with his cohabitant, so he gave way very considerately.

"Sherlock!"

"Huh?" Sherlock Holmes, who heard Watson's voice, only responded lightly, without turning his head or making any other movements, and was still addicted to his mobile phone.

However, following a continuous silence, he seemed to realize something was wrong, raised his head, "..."

"You look surprised?" The man carefully held the baby in his arms, saw Sherlock's expression in the room as if he had seen a ghost, and said with a snort.

Sherlock Holmes: "I don't know when you had an extra son."

Dana Lawrence: "Three days ago!"

"Leave as soon as you finish your stay!" Sherlock's brain was running quickly, and he found the most important point. After saying a word to the man, he returned to the world of mobile phones.

Since the baby hadn't been there the last time he'd been in the store, it would suggest that the baby came after that, and anyone who knew Dana well knew that it was a man who couldn't even wash his clothes.Considering the other party's social circle, there is only one person who can help him.

Mycroft Holmes!

This man known as the 'British Government' has enough power and ability to help the other party.

"Charles, you look like a cat with blown fur now!" The man walked to the sofa with the baby in his arms, and he could only mumble his voice because his hair was being pulled by the latter.

After sitting on the sofa, he hugged the little guy in his arms, and carefully freed his hair from the latter's hands.

"Ah!" The black-haired baby cried out in dissatisfaction after feeling that the hair in his hand had been taken away.

Sherlock's light-colored eyes watched all this, and finally his eyes stopped on the black-haired baby, especially on that face, he frowned: "Give me an explanation, Dale!" Maybe it was too much impact. , he chose to call his friend by a name he didn't usually use.

"There is no explanation, Sherlock, this is my son, your nephew." The man put one hand behind the baby and spread his shoulders, as if he didn't care at all, and finally the tone of his voice gradually lowered: "He and Wright There is no blood relationship."

"Does Mommy know?" Knowing that he might not get an answer from the other party, Sherlock chose another way of asking, but the turbulence in his eyes showed his inner unrest.

"Tsk! I still can't hide it from you. Mike told her, but she only knew that I had a new son, and didn't mention anything else!" Because of holding the child, Dana couldn't do many movements, including holding her hands Covering the eyes, including Sherlock can look at the baby in his arms unscrupulously.

Severus was very well-behaved in his father's arms, but it might also be because he was too bored, he lowered his head and began to play with the buttons of his jacket, pinching the exquisite buttons with his chubby little hands.

Fortunately, all the clothes for the little one were provided by Mycroft, and they were of high quality, and the buttons were still tightly stuck to the edges of the clothes.

"Well, uh, do you need help?" A voice interrupted the conversation between the two.Dana then shifted his gaze to the place where the sound came out, and saw that Watson looked a little at a loss.

Maybe it was because he sensed the man's gaze on him, and Watson felt more helpless, but he still remembered his request: "That child may need some toys."

From playing with hair at the beginning to playing with buttons now, it proves that the child needs toys, but he doesn't make a sound. Even Watson couldn't help but praise the child for being so good.

Dana raised her sharp eyes and stared at the brown-haired man who was talking. After a while, knowing what Watson thought he would do, the man just sighed softly: "Then I will trouble you."

Watson: "Ah..."

"Why, you don't think I'll do anything to you, do you?"

"..."

"I don't dare, Sherlock will definitely annoy you to death!" Not speaking is tantamount to acquiescing, Dana first sneered, denying the other party's thoughts, and finally explained, laughing at Sherlock by the way.

"When are you leaving?" The curly-haired man ignored the ridicule, but asked directly.

Watson took Severus out of Dana's arms. Coincidentally, the little guy, who usually doesn't even give hugs to his father, was hugged very peacefully.Hearing Sherlock's voice, the brown-haired man immediately said to his cohabitant angrily, "Sherlock!"

He used to think that the other party was just not good at expressing, but in fact he had a good personality, but now he actually let Mr. Lawrence, who was a guest, leave.

unacceptable.

The doctor thought angrily.

"He will bring trouble!" Sherlock frowned, and there was a trace of doubt in his light-colored eyes. He didn't understand why the other party was so angry.

"No, no, Charles, everyone else in the shop has left, I decided to stay with you for a while now." Dana stretched on the sofa, and unceremoniously stepped on the coffee table in front of her .

Hearing Dana's words, Watson paused while holding the baby, and turned to look at Sherlock, wondering what kind of trouble would make him, who had always been very proud, avoid it.

"Go to Mycroft, Mummy will like him!" At this time, Sherlock was completely unable to pay attention to the thoughts of his cohabitant, and he was completely overwhelmed by the series of "good news" brought by the father and son. shocked.

Mrs. Holmes held a very high status in the hearts of the three, and no one wanted to make her cry, but the baby in front of her would make her cry at the sight of it. Thinking of this, Sherlock felt a headache again.

"Don't worry, Charles!" Dana smiled, and then said something frightening: "I called him over too." Since his aunt is destined to be sad, why is he the only one who bears it? , what is a good friend for?It's hard to be the same.

"Is that why you called Mommy directly?" The correct tone showed the owner's extraordinary identity, and a man in an all-black suit and a black umbrella appeared outside the door as usual.

It was very rare for Mycroft Holmes not to bring his female secretary out. He stood outside the door and glanced inside the room, his eyes lingering on Watson who was holding Severus for a long time.

"As long as it's useful!" He straightened the cuffs of his jacket carefully, and the man with gray-blue eyes said casually. He looked at Watson who couldn't help raising his vigilance against Holmes not far away and said, "Can I take Sev to sleep for a while? In the morning He didn't sleep much when he was there."

Watson is always a little wary of his cohabiting elder brother, and the instinct he has learned from the battlefield tells him that the other party is dangerous, especially under the eyes of the other party's scrutiny, which makes him want to escape.

"Oh, I got it!" Hearing the shopkeeper's casual words, Watson seemed to be awakened, hugged the black-haired baby and said something, his clear blue eyes were full of gratitude.

He knew that the other party was trying to break the siege, if not, he didn't need to say anything at all.

Seeing the brown-haired man hugging his son and disappearing into the next bedroom, Dana said lazily, "Don't always be like this, Mike, you will scare others!"

"Mommy will be here in 15 minutes!" The tall man was wearing a suit, with his hair combed neatly behind his head, showing his handsome features. He said the news he had just received with a deadpan face.

Sherlock's face froze, and he didn't get angry when he heard the other party's words. He just silently moved himself to the sofa next to him, proving that he was not with them.

"Maybe we have to figure out a way so Mummy won't turn on us when she sees Severus." He cleared his throat, God knows, before he realized his throat was terribly dry.

It was the first time London Consulting Detective found out that being coerced by others was not a good feeling at all. God knows, he only knew that he had an inexplicable nephew when he was a child. By the way, that nephew was called Severus Lawrence.

A sad last name, especially when the mommy sees the baby's face.

"Unfortunately, there is no other way!" Hearing Sherlock's voice, Dana who was sitting on the other side of the sofa ruthlessly broke his last fantasy.

He looked at the twitching face of the curly-haired man with pity, and said, "You must not have forgotten what happened to your aunt!"

Mrs. Holmes has a skill. This skill is really useful. She can understand the other party's thoughts with just a glance.It's useless to say it's useless, because this skill is only useful to the two Holmes brothers and Dana Lawrence.

No matter what bad things the three brothers do, no matter how they cover up, even the victims are grateful to them, but these watches are of no use to Mrs.

In other words, they can only silently endure the storm and the condemnation of their hearts that will come later.