[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

After that, whether Dana "stabbed" Hannibal to death, you can know a thing or two by looking at the latter's more and more satisfied face, and the owner of the shop gets up later and later every morning...

What is very rare is that this time they did not go back to Sherlock Holmes's old house for Christmas, but the whole family stayed in the store, and a certain psychiatrist kindly contributed cooking skills, and they had a perfect Christmas Eve.

Severus was greeted with wave after wave of relatives the next day.

Sherlock and Watson came to the store first. They also did not return to the old Sherlock Holmes house. It is said that they were delayed because of some things, but when they saw the doctor with a guilty face, they knew that the authenticity of this statement needs to be verified. .

"Hi, sweetheart!" Watson stood outside the door with Sherlock holding the gift, and when he saw Severus who opened the door, his tone immediately became much happier, and he handed the gift box in his hand to the little guy: "This Here you go, Merry Christmas."

"Thank you very much, doctor!" Severus replied very obediently, holding up his two little hands, the doctor bent down very tactfully, and gave the latter a loving hug.

Sherlock next to him also put his hands in his pockets and looked at the big and small hugging outside the door. He was very depressed, and he didn't know if it was an aura problem or something else. In short, these two always get along very well unexpectedly.

"Of course, Uncle Shire is also very grateful." The little guy turned his head and said to his Uncle Shire intimately, to prevent the latter from secretly sulking.

"Hmph!" Sherlock snorted, turned his head and said nothing, but everyone familiar with him knew that he was embarrassed.

"It's Sherlock, why don't you come in, it's cool to eat in the cold wind outside?" There was a lazy voice from inside the door, and one could tell it was a bad shopkeeper.

Sherlock separated the big one and the small one who were hugging each other in front of him, hugged the young one in his arms, and walked inside: "Don't worry about it, I'm not that weak."

There was no sign of weakness in the sentence, and Watson followed him inside helplessly.

in the living room.

Dana was lazily nestling on the sofa in a white shirt, leaning his head on Hannibal's lap who was wearing a shirt of the same style, propping his head with one hand, and looked up at the group of people who came in from outside.

"Yo, did you know you brought a gift this year?" Seeing the gift box in Severus's arms, the shop owner raised his eyebrows and began to find fault.

In previous years, Sherlock would not mention bringing presents, sometimes he would feel that his life was wasted when someone gave him a gift, but now he started giving Christmas presents abnormally——

Dana looked at the sky outside the window reflexively, it was still dark, very good, the sky didn't fall, and he could continue to live.

His eyes moved to Watson, who was a little embarrassed behind Sherlock, and he licked his dry lips. He had already made a decision in his heart, so he just said, how did this brat change his sex this year, so someone taught him.

"It's not for you—" Sherlock went straight to the sofa next to him and sat down, changing a comfortable sitting position for Severus in his arms.

Looking up, he saw Lucius Malfoy not far away trying to maintain an elegant sitting posture.

"Since when did your place become a kindergarten?" The well-known consulting detective in London said such a sentence, looking at the aristocratic kid with pale blond hair who was a little nervous without blinking his eyes.

Nineteenth-century-style robes, expensive gemstones are cut into perfect arcs and inlaid in brooches, neat cuffs, even if tense and inadvertently reveals a proud posture.

ha?A little noble who was abandoned by his parents.

Lucius also heard some harsh words from the man who just came in from the opposite side. Although he encountered such a situation for the first time, he managed to maintain a smile on the surface, even though he wanted to stay away from him in his heart.

"Shut up, Sherlock!" Pressing his throbbing forehead, Dana threw out a sentence impatiently: "Before I really get angry——"

Hannibal on the side stretched out his hands to his temples intimately, slowly began to knead, and gradually his pain began to ease.

Sherlock curled his lips and said nothing, but Watson on the side glared at him, and smiled apologetically at Lucius on the side.

"Sherlock!" The angry voice was suppressed by the doctor considerately. Watson stretched out his hand and stabbed the cohabitant's waist hard. The latter took a step back with a grin.

Mr. Holmes clutched the painful part, his eyes were full of anger: "Damn it, what are you doing!"

"You should learn to apologize, Sherlock!" Watson was also a little angry, and the originally gentle eyebrows and eyes should also become vivid: "Now you look like a wayward child!"

After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at the dull face of his cohabitant, and turned his eyes to Lucius Malfoy who was at the side.

"Merry Christmas, child, you should be the child of Tom's friend that Dell wrote in the letter!" Watson handed another gift in his hand to the other party, and said very gently.

Now he finally understood why Mr. Big Holmes sent a message from the United States to remind him to bring two gifts. It turned out that it was because there was an extra little guest in Dana's house.

To be honest, this little guy looks really pretty.

Yes, beautiful, Watson felt that he could describe the blond boy in front of him as beautiful.

Lucius was a little surprised, he didn't think that he could get a gift, and even he had already planned to spend Christmas without gifts, but he didn't expect that there would be a surprise.

However, there may be one exception...

Lucius took Watson's gift with both hands, thanked him neither humble nor overbearing, glanced at the well-behaved Severus in Sherlock's arms from the corner of his eye, feeling inexplicably certain in his heart that even if he wasn't surprised, he would still get it from this child. get a gift.

"Sherlock, you are in a mess like an abandoned stray dog!" Dana, who was lying on the sofa, did not let go of any chance to laugh at his friend, and he was sensitive to discover that there was something wrong between Sherlock and Watson. .

"..."

"Stop staring, that child can't be scared because of your eyes on the ground!" He yawned unhurriedly, and the black-haired man's tone was full of gloating.

Behind him, Hannibal was watching carefully with the book, turning a page from time to time, but the man's gaze always resting on his lap revealed his inattention.

"Are you with Watson?"

"...=_="

"Cut, it's useless!"

Sherlock didn't need to say it, Dana could tell with his eyes that the atmosphere between the two was only ambiguous and there was no affection, and the reason why he said it was to be able to laugh at the other party in a fair and honest manner.

Not to be outdone, Sherlock replied: "I heard that you didn't get up for several days not long ago?"

In this world, especially in the city of London, there is nothing that Big Sherlock Holmes doesn't know. It just so happens that, as the latter's most beloved younger brother, Sherlock always knows some unknown things.

For example, a certain shopkeeper lay in bed for two full days after a night of lust.

The smile on Dana's handsome face froze, and he secretly wrote a note to Hannibal in his heart. While trying to suppress the desire to beat the other party in his heart, he maintained a spring-like smile on his face.

"Where is!"

"Ha ha!"

Sure enough, he still beat this brat to death!

Sure enough, I still don't like him!

The two said a word in their hearts at the same time.