[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

Severus has a lot of sweaters.

There is even a large wardrobe dedicated to these sweaters, some bought by Dana, some given by Hannibal, and more sweaters sent by Mycroft's secretary, white, red, brown, There are also various matching vests.

The small shoes are placed in special small cabinets, sorted into categories, and placed neatly.

Hannibal got up and went to the closet to choose the clothes that the little doll would wear today. Before he could move, a voice came from behind him.

"White one!" Severus sat on the bed in his pajamas, instructing the other party on the color of the sweater he wanted to wear.After following Hannibal for a long time, I still have at least a sense of aesthetics.

The black-haired man looked down at the little guy for a long time, until the latter was a little puzzled, then turned his gaze away, his hands wandering on a few white sweaters.

"Which one?" He decided to respect the other's decision.

Sure enough, this made Severus even more excited.The little hand couldn't wait to point to a sweater near the corner of the cabinet. Obviously, he had been thinking about it for a long time.

"on the left!"

Hannibal nodded, reached out and took off the sweater together, and returned to the bed.

That white sweater was a gift from Mycroft to Severus. The patterns and patterns were all personally involved by the latter, and some traditional British patterns were added. Severus won the heart of Severus. When he was Uncle Mike, he would always wear it.

Three-year-old Severus had been taught better, always doing what he could, such as undressing.When Hannibal came to the bed with his sweater, the little guy had already taken off his beige pajamas in a quick movement, leaving only the little Nei Nei on his body, stretching out his hands to the man.

Hannibal was used to it, it was a bad habit he learned from Dana, and the latter wasn't going to let his son get rid of it, so he could only frown, there was no other way.

"Come on, lift your feet up!" Hannibal, as an indispensable person in raising Severus, has already learned the skill of dressing people without a teacher, and he can even be said to be very proficient.Holding the dark brown trousers in his left hand, he motioned for the child to put his feet in.

Severus cooperated better, and the trousers were put on in no time.

Then there is the upper body.

Hannibal first put him on a shirt, plus the sweater he had been asking for, and finally a small vest of the same color as the trousers, with medals and golden chains on the shoulders, looking like a heroic man The noble young master.

Finally put on the socks, and then paired them with the pony boots that he had prepared earlier, Severus jumped to the ground and spun around excitedly in front of the black-haired man.

"How does it look?" Even a three-year-old has basic aesthetics.

"Perfect."

Hannibal was also willing to join in, with a smile on his handsome face.

"Breakfast is ready, when are you going to stay?" Dana Lawrence came in from the door, the cuffs of his white shirt had been rolled up to his arms, it looked like he had just come out of the kitchen.

The man leaned lazily at the door, his gray-blue eyes looked into the room with a bit of displeasure.

"Pfft!" Severus saw the other person and smiled, his black eyes full of anticipation.

fortunately!

As a father, Dana Lawrence was always able to understand Erzai's deepest desire, and naturally he was not stingy with his praise.

"Very handsome!" Dana's gray-blue eyes showed a few doting smiles.

Severus immediately made a happy voice. The three-year-old couldn't speak clearly, except for some words that he would encounter every day, he could speak fluently, and he could only speak with onomatopoeia.

For example, the sound of '噗噗' when you are happy!

"Huh?" Dana was about to go forward and take away all the clothes that Severus had put on, when he saw Hannibal in pajamas lying on the bed, making a suspicious voice involuntarily.

In my memory, Hannibal is often accompanied by elegant and rigorous formal clothes. Although I have seen pajamas before, this is the first time I have seen this look of just waking up.

Not too bad though.

Dana looked at the man in front of him with admiration, looking quite satisfied.

Hannibal realized it too, and he looked down at his pajamas, which were wrinkled all over his body, caused by dressing Severus just now.

"Can you give me a little time?" Hannibal helplessly spread his hands to the man who couldn't bear the smile. He was not used to walking out of the room in his pajamas, so he made a rare request to the latter.

The whole process was very natural, without any embarrassment.

"Of course, we will wait for you in the restaurant, I hope you can hurry up." Dana also took the conversation very naturally, without continuing to dwell on the previous topic, he bent down and picked up Severus who held out his hand to him, and turned to go Walked outside the door, and then lost a word.

restaurant.

The long table in the center.

Dana put Severus on the chair next to him, and breakfast was laid out on the table.The small saucepan on the stove made a gurgling sound, accompanied by bursts of milk fragrance.

In the saucepan is milk.

Dana was worried about Severus' body, and since the latter's face was getting redder gradually, he didn't stop.Just changed from the original Dutch cow to another cow on the same farm.

He turned off the fire neatly, then poured the milk into the cup, using his inner strength in his hand, and placed it next to Severus.

"Eat!" He said a word, and Severus, who had been waiting for a long time, picked up his chopsticks and ate obediently.

The father and son ate very slowly. After waiting for a while, Hannibal in formal attire came in from the door and sat at the long table very naturally.

"Okay?" Dana inserted a piece of blood sausage into his mouth with a fork, chewed it a few times, frowned, and then swallowed it. He raised his head and looked at Hannibal who was about to eat and asked.

"Yeah!" Hannibal elegantly cut the bacon and put it in his mouth. Hearing the question, he smiled.

"Mycroft will send someone over later, take Severus to the door!" Putting down the knife and fork, Dana took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the corner of his mouth.

Hannibal nodded in agreement.

Dana seldom cooks a traditional British breakfast. Even though he has eaten it for many years, by the time he can touch the stove, the porridge from his previous life has already taken up most of his breakfast time.

He is not very interested in the blood sausage, fried eggs, bacon, etc. in the British breakfast, but in order not to waste food, he will choose to finish these even if he doesn't like them.Contrary to him, Hannibal and Severus, these two people prefer the British style breakfast, so for this rare breakfast, the little guy eats more and more slowly.

After finally waiting for Severus to finish the food on the plate, Hannibal wiped the corners of his mouth clean, then carried him out of the kitchen, and arrived at the black car in front of the store. The driver who had been waiting there for a long time was expressionless sitting in the front of the car.

"Be good, good boy!" Hannibal put Severus on the back seat, and then patted the latter on the head reassuringly.

"Come back tonight!" Severus looked up at the black hair slowly, his eyes full of seriousness.

The little guy is telling the other party that he will be good at Uncle Mike's and will come back tonight.

Hannibal understood the meaning of the other party, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

After closing the car door, the driver sitting in the driver's seat saw that Severus was done, and nodded to Hannibal as a greeting.They had met many times, dating back to three years ago, when Severus was a baby, and this was the one who drove the car when he went to the old house for Christmas that year.

"Thank you very much!" Hannibal said.

The driver shook his head, indicating that the other party needn't say that, then turned the steering wheel and drove to downtown London, England.

"Sent away?" As soon as Hannibal returned to the kitchen, Dana who stayed there asked Hannibal.

Hannibal nodded slightly, looking at the other party with eyes full of incomprehensible emotions.

"Tsk!" Dana smacked his mouth, then stretched lazily, stood up from the chair, and walked out the door.

When passing by Hannibal, he patted Hannibal on the shoulder and said something:

"Don't spoil him so much. Besides, I'll leave the table and chopsticks to you."

After speaking, he yawned without even giving it out of the corner of his eye.

Because of the agreement with Mycroft yesterday, he got out of bed early today to prepare breakfast, so that Severus could arrive at Mycroft's office on time, and now that the matter is completely completed, he also needs to go back to his room Get a good night's sleep.

"..."

He didn't get a response as expected, and Dana didn't care, instead, he walked unsteadily to his room.

No one saw behind him, the way Hannibal's gray-brown eyes looked at him.

It was a gaze similar to that of a hunter, the slightly gray pupils took away the ferocity of the beast, as if the next second he was about to tear up the prey in front of him and swallow it into his stomach.

In the end, Hannibal changed his eyes a few times, and returned to the elegant and rigorous at the beginning, completely different from just now.

"It's still early." The deep voice sounded like a devil's cry.