sherlock holmes brother

To bother them, Sherlock rarely mentioned any spoilers.The kiss that day seemed never to have happened, they were interacting as before, and even Sherlock could tell that Watson minimized their physical contact, which also made the detective very frustrated, maybe because he couldn't kiss the reason?Well, if he had known that he would meet John, he would have read more books on this subject to gain experience.

On the second day after returning to 221B, Watson went out to find Sarah. For the first time, Sherlock didn't have the heart to "draw a smiley face" on the wall or do something else when he was doing nothing. His fingers were stretched and tightened. Holding his hand, the detective nervously began to recite everything he could think of.At first it was pi, but when he got to the [-]th digit, he found that it was useless at all.So Sherlock began to recall the Encyclopedia Britannica, maybe it would be a good choice to take out the J word and look it up, since the beginning of John is J...

Just when the detective was already looking for nicotine patches or something more aggressive, his doctor came back, with a wrinkled coat and a large coffee stain on it, Sherlock's eyes quickly looked at Watson , and finally concluded, "You broke up, and she spilled coffee all over you."

"I'm an asshole." Thinking of the conversation with Sarah just now, Watson smiled wryly, yes, he deserved to be treated like this, since he was not that loyal in this relationship, no, maybe he was loyal, It's just that the object of his loyalty is the man in front of him.

"You're my blogger," said Sherlock dryly, never good at comforting.But his heart was full of unmistakable joy, John said he liked him, John separated from that woman, John returned to 221B, could he start to imagine more.

Watson always seemed to have this ability, he could always accurately grasp Sherlock's emotions, so he smiled, this time with relief.Walked over naturally, with a greeting kiss, "Would you like to be my boyfriend?"

Sherlock paused for a moment, and just when Watson began to hesitate whether he was walking too fast, he was hugged vigorously in his arms, and then his dexterous tongue pried open his lips. All lost, Watson was occupied by Sherlock's lips and tongue from the inside to the outside | After this extremely hot kiss ended, Watson even felt that his knees were a little weak, "God, you Where did you learn it?" He swore he wasn't jealous, it was just that Sherlock wasn't acting like a novice.

"I read." Fascinated by the smell of Watson, Sherlock pecked and kissed his doctor again and again.Yes, completely his, he likes this attributive. "Come home with me for Christmas, huh?" The low nasal voice breathed on Watson's face, as if he had just realized what the detective had said.

"This...not so good...at Christmas...Maybe Harry..." Watson was a little at a loss, think about it, did they just decide to be together and they were going to meet their parents?Will it go too fast.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who invited me home, and I just agreed." Cleanly closing the mouth of the doctor who was almost flushed all over, Sherlock suddenly realized that the kiss brought him far The nicotine patch can provide him with so much, every nerve seems to be excited, the world is clearly visible before his eyes, everything is almost transparent, and he can even see those involved in Innumerable fine lines between them. "Amazing..." Sherlock said unconsciously. His John is the most wonderful thing in the world. Compared with him, the deductive method is not even worth mentioning.

The one with the lowest EQ in the Holmes family here finally started a relationship by accident, and the other two men in the Holmes family over there were also getting along well in front of their respective lovers.

Mycroft returned to his and the Inspector's house after a busy few days. Elizabeth rushed up the moment he opened the door, completely ignoring the rules taught to her by the etiquette teacher, "Good night, my little one." Princess, where's Greg?" Knowing that his mistress is also very busy recently, Mycroft really just asked casually, but he didn't expect to have an answer.

"Greg fell asleep not long after he came back, I hate work!" Elizabeth puffed up her face, she was not really ignorant, but she also didn't like being ignored, no matter how you look at it, Sherlock is the best, only Sherlock Will always play with her, of course Wilton is also very nice, but Elizabeth can't explain why, she can't always trust Wilton like she trusts Sherlock.

"I'm sorry, my little princess," Mycroft hugged Elizabeth, "I promise I won't be busy anymore, from now until Christmas, I will be home on time every day." He made his promise as he walked inside , the bedroom door was gently pushed open, revealing Lestrade's characteristic hair in the middle of the quilt.

"And home, you swore you'd spend Christmas with us," Elizabeth took the opportunity to ask for more, "and Greg, I want him to come with me, grandma will be happy, she always complains about the lack of people in the house .” As she spoke, the little girl lowered her voice.

"Of course," Mycroft, remembering what Wilton said about bringing people home, had expectations, he gently closed the door, and sent Elizabeth back to his room, "Sleep, my little princess, what you Everything you wish for will come true." After receiving a goodnight kiss from the girl, Mycroft sighed rarely, there is no way, as the eldest brother, only he can't rest, although Sherlock has nothing to do, but he has not forgotten, There has been no news from Wilton for several days, not to mention the reason why Greg went home early today - as far as he knows, Scotland Yard has been troubled by the Paris case recently, but this murderer doesn't know Mycroft didn't know why the inspector was able to go home, and he still needed to read a few more reports.

"Boss," Miss Blackberry was like a clock telling the time, always sticking to her post.Putting the two documents on Mycroft's desk, she returned to her place and buried herself in her phone again.

After a cursory glance, Mycroft tapped lightly on the table. "His Majesty Pluto is with the professor", this news really surprised him, but he was relieved when he remembered that when he met his younger brother that day, the other party promised "there will be a suitable reason", anyway, it just needs an interjection| The reason for the hand, especially at that time, the more explosive the news, the greater the impact on those people, and the greater their chances.According to this logic, it is really not surprising that Wilton would release such news, especially Mycroft is sure that Wilton is not as curious as Sherlock. If Sherlock knows that someone is threatening him, maybe he He would also make a trap to meet the other party; but if it was Wilton, his younger brother would simply ignore him until he was sure that the other party had this ability.

So even if Mycroft called Wilton back to England and told him Moriarty's name, but his family knew his own family, even if Moriarty really appeared in front of Wilton, as long as If he wasn't hurting Sherlock, Wilton would absolutely ignore it to the end. If it wasn't for sure that his younger brother was really in love this time, Mycroft would have thought that Wilton would end up with his owl for the rest of his life.

It has to be said that Mycroft actually knew Wilton quite well, but he never thought that a muddled one-night stand would tie two unrelated people together like this, and most importantly, Before Moriarty had a chance to say his name, he had already aroused Wilton's interest. Sometimes fate likes to joke that an apple may drop a truth that can shake the world.

Considering the fact that Moriarty already had a boyfriend, Mycroft easily let go of the truth he instinctively knew in advance, and his energy quickly turned to the next file, which detailed his Greg's early return. The reason at home——Paris actually committed suicide!It was still with that Richard Carr who disappeared for a few days, especially the accompanying photos of the scene. Mycroft had to say that the media calling him an "artist killer" was simply blind.

"What's going on with Richard Carl?" He closed the folder after only one glance. He only needed to know the process, and there was no need to abuse his eyes.

"This morning, someone reported that he heard a gunshot next door. After the inspector led people past, he saw that Paris was covered in blood, especially the forearm of his left hand, which seemed to have been cut by something, leaving only bones; There is a hole nearby, which should be a suicide. Sitting across from him is the dead Richard Carl. His heart is missing, and the mouth is full of blood. After identification..." Miss Blackberry paused, "Richard The shreds of meat in De Carles' teeth were found on Paris' left arm, and his heart was found in Paris' stomach..."

"Anything else?" Mycroft couldn't help rubbing his temples, he didn't want to know more details.

"A well-preserved wax plate was left at the scene. If you move it, you will have to pay the price, H." The assistant lady understood why her boss would react in this way. According to common sense, if it was Karl who cut off Paris' left arm, then There is no way to explain the opponent's heart being dug out; but if Paris cuts off his own flesh, oh, not to mention why he let Karl eat it all, just why he committed suicide in the end is countless question marks.So the assistant lady just recounted the message and stopped talking, she didn't understand the perverted world.

Mycroft didn't speak, he didn't want to find out whose idea it was, but the wax plate definitely had Wilton's shadow.It is no secret that there is another person behind the King of Hearts. It is a good choice to use the opponent's most proud knife to convey a warning, especially the last "H". Perhaps most people will think that it is Ha The abbreviation of Diss, but Mycroft saw the pun of "Holmes" from above, and how the person who should get the information interpreted it was his own business.

No one knew that Wilton, who had disappeared for a few days, was actually in the White Queen Hotel. Even after Paris was taken out of the basement, Charon stuffed him into a bag and sent him to Wilton's permanent residence under the guise of cleanliness. Who would be too wary of a regular customer in that suite?Choosing the White Queen Hotel is itself a harbinger of bad luck for the Karl family.

That is, during these seven days, Wilton used his own ability and a little hypnosis technique to dig out the most unbearable things in Paris's memory, and cooperated with amplifying his desire for Moriarty, so that he could The whole person is struggling with the illusion of getting and not getting.

Sending what a person desires most, and then letting him down when he hopes to get it the most, how long can a normal person last for such an experience?Wilton doesn't know the specific statistical data, but as far as Paris is concerned, he only lasted for two days before he completely collapsed. Values, self-awareness, personality identity... Wilton patiently put Every point of the opponent was torn to shreds, and then began to rebuild.When he got in touch with his boyfriend seven days later, Moriarty showed up with a Paris he didn't know at all.

"What have you done?" Moriarty, who cooperated to completely wash away the traces of the King of Hearts in the underground world, felt that he was not so angry anymore, so his first reaction when he saw his boyfriend was also It's not asking why the other party wants to intervene in his affairs.

"A small announcement. I don't like trouble, and I don't like saying the same thing twice." Wilton didn't let Moriarty and Paris stay together for long before letting the other party leave, even knowing Moriah Dee was forced, but the act of Paris kissing his boyfriend lingered in Wilton's mind, perhaps because building a relationship made his possessiveness kick in, and Wilton couldn't help it. Accept that Moriarty smelled of someone else during his time with him.

Cleverly not asking what happened to the other party, Moriarty clearly sensed Wilton's displeasure, "What are you going to ask him to do?"

"Let him tell some people not to touch things they shouldn't," Wilton said with a malicious smile, "The King of Hearts will like his hand, and Paris will be satisfied with the taste of the other's heart." , I’m in you, you’re in me, it’s so good.” This is the order he gave to Paris after the personality reconstruction, a servant who is absolutely loyal to him, in order to ensure the thorough execution of the order, he even used hints, he I remember very clearly that Paris lifted Moriarty's chin with his left hand and finished a kiss.So he asked Paris to cut off the part of his left forearm bit by bit, and then executed everything completely.

Sitting next to Wilton, Moriarty had to admit that he understood the subtext of what the other said just now, especially the kind of exclusive|possessive|desire from a lover made him feel very fresh, "I thought You'd love to have it open in the Underworld." He was referring to the location of the scene, and it was obvious that Wilton had chosen to keep everything on the surface, which meant that the idiots at Scotland Yard could do business.

"You talk too much today." Wilton directly pulled him into his arms, and kissed him fiercely. He was stupid to leave Paris in the underground world as an eyesore. Anyway, what he should know You will know that there is no reason for him not to help his future sister-in-law close the case, especially considering that Christmas is coming, and he doesn't want to see his elder brother go home with only Elizabeth.

The strong announcement and possession|possession|desire from a lover|lover made Moriarty very emotional|moved, especially the rumors he had heard these days, and Moriarty admitted to himself that even in his wildest fantasies He never thought of completely ignoring everyone like Wilton. He is like Hades who really came from the underworld, and he doesn't care about the human world.

But this kind of person who doesn't care about the world at all is full of desire|desire for himself. This kind of contrast stimulates Moriarty exponentially. He was still thinking about Paris just now. It was burned to the point that there was not even ashes left, and Wilton's ruthless actions brought a pleasure of punishment. Moriarty was almost fascinated by her boyfriend. For a moment He felt that he would have nothing to regret even if he died right away - there really was nothing wrong with dying at the most exhilarating moment of one's life, he had always thought so.

After the passion, Moriarty lay sorely on Wilton's chest, His Majesty Pluto, whose sense of smell was all his own, was finally satisfied, and he stroked|stroked his boyfriend's back Back, the atmosphere between the two was strangely warm.

"I promise," Moriarty said suddenly and thoughtlessly, "I promise about Christmas."

"That's good." Wilton responded for a while and then stretched out his voice, "Mummy will like you."

After formally answering, Moriarty was a little nervous when Wilton mentioned "Mummy" for the first time. To be honest, no one in this life would take him to meet his parents. Of course, he himself died a long time ago. Don't count the old bastards who don't even have scum left. "What do you... Mrs. Pork like?" He asked awkwardly.Moriarty is just casual, and he is not completely ignorant of the lives of ordinary people.Even if he didn't understand it, he still knew that when he visited someone's house, he needed to give a gift.

"You don't need to bring her a gift," Wilton couldn't help showing a sincere smile. His boyfriend cares about his family, which is good. "In fact, she is happy with whatever you give her, but if you give her You brought a gift, I'm afraid you have to prepare a few more."

"Is there anyone else in your family?" Moriarty raised his head in surprise. He thought that people like them should have as few ties as possible. After all, ties mean that they have weaknesses.It would be okay if it was just Mrs. Pork, but according to my boyfriend, they have other relatives in their family, and they all plan to go home for Christmas.

"Of course, I have two older brothers. The eldest brother is divorced and has a daughter. The second brother is single." Wilton didn't care about Moriarty's surprise, and patiently explained his family structure, "But the two of us My brother should be in love, and if you are lucky, you can see him at Christmas."

Perhaps it was because Wilton's expression was so natural that Moriarty even felt that it was extremely normal for people living in the underground world to have a normal big family.If he couldn't figure it out, he simply didn't want to think about it. Anyway, he just needs to be responsible for showing up, "Tomorrow...to buy...Christmas gifts together." Before falling asleep, he said in a daze, not caring that he was at all Wilton was defenseless in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, peace of mind, trust, vigilance... and some love, Wilton hugged Moriarty tightly. If this person is his boyfriend, Mommy will be at ease, even if he doesn't know anything It's love, but he's sure he won't let go.

☆、47·The kind old lady

"Are you sure it's okay for us to just go straight there?" Moriarty confirmed once again. He was wearing a blackish-blue suit today, his hair was carefully gathered in his place, and he was holding a half-haired dog in his hand. Human tall teddy bear.

"Of course, if we're lucky, we'll be the first to go back." Wilton looked at the nervous lover, although his expression didn't change, he walked over and exchanged a kiss naturally, "You can Just relax, Mommy will love you whether you bring presents or not."

Moriarty glared at his boyfriend with some annoyance. Yes, he did consider getting a snake or spider specimen when buying gifts, but when he really wanted to do it, he hesitated, Murray Artie seemed to have suddenly discovered that he still had the thought of respecting the old and caring for the young. Of course, he would not admit that his awe of Mrs. Pork and consideration of Wilton's little niece stemmed from his concern for his boyfriend.

I tied a dark green and silver-edged collar slip for Moriarty with my own hands. Every tough line on Wilton's face became soft. What could be more pleasant than being confirmed that he is cared about? Woolen cloth?Especially when this person happened to be someone he cared about too.

"Master, madam, the car is ready." Charon quietly appeared like a ghost.

"You can't ask him to change his name?!" This is another thing that frustrates Moriarty, because of his self-assertion in the Paris incident, Wilton has completely "fulfilled" his man. After the duty of a friend, the housekeeper simply asked him to call him "Madame", and once Charon, who completely obeyed Wilton, determined that it was from the master's will, he would definitely implement it to the end.At the beginning, Moriarty still had the idea to persuade the other party to change his mind, but he gave up after he heard more or less about Charon's origins—didn't you see the end of Paris?That was only the result of Wilton's seven days, and the other party was still forced.But Charon was different, that man willingly handed over his soul, and Wilton spent several years constantly strengthening this point.In other words, if one day Wilton asked Charon to die, as long as the butler was sure that this was indeed his true wish, then Charon would never hesitate even a second.

This kind of subordinate is obviously not Moriarty's style. In fact, although Sebastian is sometimes nagging, Moriarty still prefers to talk more, "You have to take Harry with you when you go home. ?” He pointed to a brass birdcage in Charon’s hand, where the white snowy owl stayed well.

"Harry likes Mummy very much, and Mummy misses her very much." It's "she" not "it", Moriarty thinks his boyfriend always does this, whenever he thinks he knows him enough Something appeared to tell him that he hadn't quite read him yet, especially now, as Wilton leaned slightly and touched Harry's beak with his index finger, acting as if from another world entirely. world.

"Let's go." Not liking the feeling that Wilton was in a different world from his own, Moriarty stuffed the bear into his boyfriend's arms directly. He really didn't know a seven-year-old boy other than a teddy bear. What little girls will love.Childhood, oh, for as long as he could remember he'd been dissecting frogs at the age of seven, and he was pretty sure a live frog or a stuffed frog wasn't fit for Christmas.

Unbeknownst to Moriarty, Elizabeth really didn't mind having a frog, given that Sherlock had wanted to teach her biology lessons for a long time, and Lestrade was almost as wary of detectives as he was of perverts.Within the allowed range, Mycroft will not participate in the conflict between Sherlock and his lover, even though Sherlock does not know that the inspector of Scotland Yard he trusts should always be on his side. Drett, in fact, has long been tied to his bed by what he considers to be his greatest mortal enemy in life.

After driving for a long time, they successfully entered the manor, and Moriarty couldn't help blowing a whistle. Seriously, if they weren't in a carriage, he would have thought he had returned to the nineteenth century.

"Wilton, Merry Christmas!" Almost at the same time they got out of the car, an obviously older female voice rang out, and then Moriarty saw her boyfriend who got out of the car first was beaten by a short old man They hugged each other, and the two kissed each other affectionately.Moriarty couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Looking at this posture, he might face countless hugs in a while, but for God's sake, he couldn't remember how long it was without anyone besides him. He had intimate physical contact.

"Mrs. Russell, Merry Christmas." Wilton felt that every nerve in his body began to relax, and the old house of the Holmes family, whether it was his actual home or the place where he lived for the first time in his life, became the most relaxing place for him. place, "Where's Mommy?"

"Ma'am is in the living room," said the old lady, who was tidying herself up in a black dress, and at the same time she looked past Wilton to see someone behind the car. "Oh, my God," her eyes lit up. , "That's your boyfriend, right? You actually brought him home, oh, how happy Madam should be!" A hug from a boy to a man, regardless of gender, as long as her young master is not alone, she will thank whoever is with him.

"Mrs. Russell, don't be too enthusiastic, you will scare him." Finally, Wilton, who had some conscience, stopped the housekeeper's wife with bright eyes. In fact, he knew quite well that even a professor in London couldn't handle this. "I heard that Sherlock will come back, but I don't know that Big Brother and the others..." Skillfully changed the topic, he silently credited Moriarty in his heart, Hades' help is never free Yes, sooner or later he's going to get paid.

"Elizabeth said she would be back," Mrs. Russell shook her head disapprovingly, but stood still. "Well, say hello to your shy boyfriend for me, and remember to ask him what color he likes, what color for dinner?" I'll prepare the right roses for him when the time comes." This is another housekeeper's hobby, she puts white roses into inkpots of different colors, and then waits for them to slowly change into the color she needs, and sends them to this everyone in the family.Anyway, it was just a little fun, but the Holmes family was very cooperative, and it even became a Christmas tradition after a long time.

"Your housekeepers are always so enthusiastic?" Moriarty got out of the car after seeing the old lady humming a song and turning away. Because of the distance, he couldn't hear the conversation between Wilton and the housekeeper's wife clearly.But Moriarty understood the warm eyes of the housekeeper's wife just now. To be honest, no elder in his life looked at him with such warm eyes, as if he would be wrapped in the other's arms in the next second It's like hugging and singing a lullaby.Couldn't help shivering, Moriarty suddenly felt a little regretful.

"Don't worry, my dear, you'll get used to it." Sniffing out Moriarty's flinching accurately, Wilton stuffed the teddy bear into the other's words, "Let's go to the living room, Mommy will be there." Before Moriarty could say anything, Wilton half pushed and half hugged the person through the door. Charon sorted out the other salutes and put them into the hall bit by bit.

"Mummy, Merry Christmas." Pushing open the door of the small living room, Moriarty found that his boyfriend seemed to be different from what he knew every minute in this house. What is considered to be the compromise of Leighton, here is attachment.Yes, attachment, Moriarty looked at his boyfriend, who in his impression was full of fun but could be regarded as cruel, was hugged by a lady like a sunny boy in his teens, and he was deliberately low. The head is convenient for the other party to caress|touch the top of his head, and he feels surprised, and he is still a little at a loss. God knows what he should do if his boyfriend's behavior is not normal.

It was because of this contrast that Moriarty was rarely stunned on the spot, especially with the teddy bear in his arms that was half a person tall, he looked very cute on the contrary.

"Oh, this is dear little Jim, isn't it?" When he came back to his senses, he found that he had been embraced by the lady just now, a real hug, although there was still a gap between them. A teddy bear, Moriarty's face was still blushing uncontrollably, "Merry Christmas, Po...Mrs. , knows how to deal with those who try to climb into his bed, and even knows how to provoke | his enemies, but he never knows how to deal with the current situation, especially in this lady who he doesn't intend to hurt and has nothing else to ask for When a simple hug followed by a kiss on the cheek, for the first time in many years, Moriarty blushed, and he finally understood why his boyfriend behaved the way he had just done. Well, Mrs. Polk treated him in a way that only made him feel like an adolescent.

"Pork?" In fact, the wife whose surname should be Sherlock Holmes raised her eyebrows slightly. She looked at her youngest son, and Wilton shrugged innocently, with an undisguised smirk on his lips. Okay, go home. The more time passes he becomes more like himself.Mrs. Holmes, who knew that her youngest son always had some bad tastes, also smiled. All she asked for in life was for her sons to be happy. Now it seems that no matter whether the information about this Jim Moriarty is true or not, As long as he could make her young son happy Mrs Holmes really didn't care a bit.As for his "little conflicts" with Sherlock, well, kids never grow up, but that's what makes them cute. "Let Wilton take you to the room, you can put Teddy down now." Mrs. Holmes's happiness was not concealed in her tone.

Moriarty followed her effort and lowered the teddy bear, revealing his tie.

"Oh, I didn't know Wilton could be so sweet," said Mrs. Holmes's voice full of interest. "He's been fond of wrapping his things in silver and green since he was a child, and that doesn't seem to have changed until now." .” She tapped the position of Moriarty’s tie and smiled kindly, “Thank you for bringing happiness to my son.” Her tone was full of solemnity.

Poor Moriarty, he never dreamed that one day, someone would stand in front of him and thank him for bringing happiness to someone. Isn't he a famous professor in London who consults criminals and the underground world? ?Well, Mrs. Pork's adjective reminded him of those half|naked idiots with wings on top of churches.

"Mummy, you scared him." Wilton, who had watched his boyfriend change from a shrewd man to an unresponsive answerer from beginning to end, finally "kindly" made a rescue. Whether to break the siege or to save Moriarty for a greater surprise is anyone's guess.

"I hope you have a good time." If Moriarty was in a normal situation, then he would definitely be able to see the mischievous look in Mrs. Holmes' eyes. It's just a pity that the series of things that happened just now made him a little uncomfortable. , also missed the early warning.

Ignorantly being led into another room, Moriarty finally came to his senses and found that they were standing in a room full of history, with a four-poster bed, velvet... and even a brass full-length mirror, " Your room?" Professor London's adaptability cannot be underestimated, and once he accepts Mrs. Holmes' way, Moriarty's reaction speed is absolutely second-to-none.

"The history here can be traced back to the nineteenth century," Wilton whispered, "I hope you like it." He pulled off his tie casually.

Moriarty's eyes lit up, and he stared at a small piece of his boyfriend's exposed skin, "Maybe we can try the bed." After a short stimulation, there is nothing better than a hearty sex|love It's something to look forward to.

"If you still have the energy tonight," Wilton smiled wickedly in the face of Moriarty's blatant invitation, "Clean up and go down first, we are the first ones back, Mommy will be lonely alone Just now, his mommy didn't refute the title "Mrs. Polk", which means that his mommy also acquiesced in his concealment, since they all want to watch the show, it would be the best place to be at the scene.

Moriarty, who had no doubts about him, licked his lips. He began to adapt to the Holmes family, and he soon returned to the comfortable London professor.He was chatting with Mrs. Holmes in the small living room, and Moriarty soon discovered that this old lady in classic clothes and a white woolen shawl was by no means what he imagined. In fact, she was quite knowledgeable. Broad, humorous language, no matter what you say, you can express your own point of view.Even Moriarty, with her encouragement, talked too much consciously or subconsciously. When he realized it, he even shared his sense of accomplishment after stealing his father's hand for the first time. .

Such a discovery made him feel a little wary. Although the other party was just a harmless old lady, no one liked the feeling of losing control.

"Oh, don't worry, children always have their own ideas," Mrs. Holmes evaded, her light-colored eyes blinked playfully, "My second son is much more naughty than you, not just a watch, there is a For a while he even stole everything he could get his hands on. Of course he likes his brother's things the most, and generally speaking, my Will is the most well-behaved, he has always been so obedient." Moriarty really His attention was diverted, especially when he saw his boyfriend who had just "directed" Paris to kill Carl and then committed suicide some time ago was given the nickname "Will" and sat obediently aside, he suddenly felt that this Mrs. Polk is the most unreal.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the door of the small living room. Mrs. Holmes naturally put her hand on Moriarty's arm, and Wilton stood half a step behind them, "It's probably because my second son is back. Every time he When I come back, I always make a big