[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

At the dinner table, Mrs. Holmes was still smiling, as if the words of the two brothers in front of her were bickering. Mycroft didn't bother to pay attention to them, and sat under his mother, looking at them indifferently.

"Shut up!" the man shouted in a very calm tone.

The words of the elders quickly stopped the two immature children from arguing. They knew that once they got angry with each other, there would be consequences that they didn't want to know afterwards.

Dana spread out on the chair like a bone, and gave a 'tsk' indifferently, while Sherlock sat opposite him, heard his name coldly snorted, turned his head and did not speak.

Watson next to him looked at them with helpless eyes. His cohabitant always raised two people at different times in the apartment and the old house. Although it was very interesting, it made the man who he usually thought omnipotent became awkward. Children, still need a little mental preparation.

Mycroft did not continue to entangle with his brothers, his goal had been achieved, he hoped that there would be no quarrel at the Christmas dinner table, no matter if it was true or false.

Tom Riddle sat next to Hannibal with Severus in his arms, and the dark-haired baby gave Hannibal a longing look as he wanted to go to his father.

"..."

Can you help me?

The white and tender little hand stretched out towards Hannibal, and his dark eyes clearly expressed his meaning.

Severus had a very good impression of his father's long-term worker, and he didn't know if it was because the other party saved him, or some other strange reasons.

Well, hopefully not for liking the danger of being burned.

Hannibal stared at the little guy for a while, something seemed to flicker in his gray-brown eyes, and he didn't reach out to hug him as usual.

"Ah!" Severus tilted his head in confusion.

The little guy didn't understand why 'Xiangxiang', who would usually hug him up, became a little strange today, and looked at him with inexplicable eyes.

But that look doesn't hold back the dark-haired baby who's been through so many ordeals.

Severus stared at Hannibal steadfastly, his dark eyes meeting just like that.

……

Hannibal was a little surprised at the little guy's courage, raised his eyebrows, and continued to look at each other without any other movements.

go there!

Xiangxiang, I want to go there!

Sev wants to go to his father!

The black-haired baby kept trying to convey his meaning to the other party while looking at each other, while looking pitifully at his father who was lazily spread out on the chair.I don't know whether Hannibal really didn't know what he meant, or pretended not to know. It is estimated that the latter is more likely. In short, the little guy's wish has not been fulfilled.

Hannibal still stayed on the chair without moving, looking at the pitiful little Severus calmly, in such a way that even Tom Riddle next to him couldn't stand it anymore.

So bullying! !

Just as he was about to say something, a voice came from behind Hannibal first.

"You three don't eat, what are you staring at here?" With a hand on Hannibal's shoulder, Dana poked his head out from behind.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he was stunned for a while, and then turned his gaze to Hannibal. Although he said he was asking three people, anyone with a discerning eye could see who he was asking.

"It's nothing!" Hannibal smiled at the man as he stretched out his hand to hold the black-haired baby with Zhang Lai's hands in his arms.

Liar!

Tom Riddle swears with the remaining face of his master, the expression of this man just now is definitely not nothing to explain.

Something absolutely happened that he didn't know about.

The black-haired boy was very sure of his own thoughts, but he did not attempt to expose Hannibal to Dana, but chose to keep his own opinion, and spent the rest of his time slowly exploring the other's secrets until the truth came out. Explain clearly.

It has to be said that when Dana didn't notice, Tom Reed was quietly growing up.

"My aunt is asking us to eat. Be careful next time. I don't want to make her unhappy." Dana said with a frown.

At this time, everyone at the table was using knives and forks, and some used chopsticks. Dana used chopsticks, because no matter how much time passed, he still didn't like using knives and forks very much.

Simply, Lawrence's house didn't make him change anything, and it was the same at Holmes' house, except that after Sherlock asked what the two sticks were on the first day, everyone in Holmes' house, including Mycroft, I went to check how to use chopsticks.

This is the thoughtfulness of the Holmes family.

At this moment, the movements of Dana and Hannibal have formed a very ambiguous movement. Tom Riddle's position is still quite far away from them, and the only light bulb is the one in Hannibal's arms looking cheerfully at his own father. Severus, father is coming!

So happy!

The little guy probably has similar feelings like this.

When Mrs. Holmes finished talking about the meal, her attention had already been attracted by Watson, so she didn't notice the movement here. Sherlock was still silent, but the gaze projected from time to time exposed him.

Mycroft followed his gaze to see the two very close together, and frowned. The scene reminded him of something unpleasant.

His new lover, the handsome Mr. Sheriff of Scotland Yard, had declined his invitation to the Christmas party for reasons that were inexplicable and, in his opinion, utter nonsense.

This unhappiness reached its peak at the sight of the people next to the two brothers.

The handsome man in the police uniform scratched his head in surprise, his blue eyes looked very moved, and then,... Then he said no, with a mixed expression of surprise and embarrassment on his face.

What an eyesore!

The famous Mr. "British Government" looked at the picture and murmured silently in his heart.

Soon, before he could say anything to break the picture, someone couldn't wait to say something that would spoil the scenery.

"Hey, does your son want to be hugged?" Dana didn't realize that he was in an ambiguous and angry situation at all.

Severus stayed in Hannibal's arms, and stretched out his hands towards Dana who was looking down at him, a look of anticipation flashed across his small face. This scene could easily make the silly father attribute occupy the man's brain.

"Ah!" The baby, who was almost one year old, was already able to react a little to the outside world.

Obviously, this kind of reaction was regarded as an affirmative answer, and the man was so happy that he wished to hold everything in front of the other party.

Hannibal then looked down at Severus in his arms, and remained expressionless for a while.

But no matter what his expression was, Dana finally stubbornly took his son out of his arms, put it on his lap, and then motioned to Butler Abel to hand him the bottle in front of Tom Riddle.

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"Here!" Butler Abel handed over the bottle.

"Thank you, Steward Abel." Dana took the bottle and smiled gratefully.

The real owner of the bottle completely ignored the situation here, and stared blankly at the man in a suit beside him.