prince and his shield

When they turned back, there were two cars parked at the door.

A black beetle-like taxi, an antique car.

Steve got out of the car, held the door, and looked at Roy.

Roy stepped forward and knocked on the window of the antique car.The man dozing off with his legs crossed on the steering wheel and wearing sunglasses stretched an unusually flexible waist, and lowered the car window, "Yo——"

"Why don't you go in?" Roy straightened up.

"I don't like those people in it." Crowley's mouth curled up, "Nor does the one next to you."

"It seems that my face is quite big. I can let you come to places you don't like." Roy chuckled.

Crowley hissed suddenly, put down his legs, took off his sunglasses and looked straight at Roy, "What's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter?"

Crowley got out of the car window, looked closely at Roy, and then raised his voice sharply, "Damn it!"

Roy hid for a while, "Do you know what's going on?"

"Why didn't I know that depravity can be reversed?" Crowley raised his hands to cover his face, looked up and down, his eyes widened, "What's wrong with you!"

Roy's cheeks were forced to squeeze together, "Reversal? What stupid things are you talking about?"

Steve took a step forward and pulled Crowley's hand away, "Speaking of which, don't do anything."

Crowley clicked his tongue, "No, it's impossible."

Roy rubbed his cheeks, "You say my depravity is reversing?"

"Yes." Crowley tucked his sunglasses into his collar and leaned against the side of the car, "Hey, this is nothing..."

Royston looked at him, narrowing his eyes.

Crowley swallowed back the words.Others couldn't see it, but he was very clear that Roy with the devil's face was staring at him coldly, warning.

"This is really strange." Crowley changed his expression without changing his face.

"Really?" Roy thought thoughtfully.It seems that I am not feeling wrong.

"His eyes are very wrong?" Steve asked. "Is there any problem?"

Crowley glanced at him, then at Roy.

"Tell me, he's fine." Roy smiled.

Crowley twitched his face, hey hey hey, your tail is pointed at me, what else do you want me to say?

"It's not a big problem. But I'm curious about why," Crowley stood up straight, with a perfunctory serious look on his face, "Well, I'll go back and ask someone who knows, and I'll contact you when the time comes."

He straddled his legs and got back through the car window.Reverse gear, back up a bit, then the car made a loud booming sound and flew away

"...We still have to go to the hospital." Steve turned his head and said, looking at the rear of the car that was emitting flames.

"Go and go. I'll listen to you." Roy smiled.

"It seems that Xiali is back, let's go in." Roy pushed him.

Steve was pushed in, looked again at the place where the car drove away, and frowned.How did he remember that there wasn't any road leading to the city.

And why didn't the taxi driver drive away?

Steve glanced over, frowned, with a strange expression on his face, "He is..."

Roy patted him on the back, "The British government has an unreasonable desire to protect the family. Calm down."

"Send an agent, drive a... taxi?" Steve looked strange.After last night, he finally knew what the 'British Government' was.

Steve saw two unfamiliar faces as he was pushed in.

The blond-haired man took a step forward, "Hi. My name is John Watson, and I'm Sherlock's roommate. This is Sherlock."

He turned his head to look at the man who had just fled back to the sofa from the door, and now put on a grim expression, scanning Steve up and down.

Seeing that Sherlock had no intention of moving, the two were silent for a while.Watson turned around, smiled, reached out and shook Steve's hand, "It's a pleasure meeting you. I've seen you for a long time."

Steve snorted, "Thanks."

Watson withdrew his hand, rubbed his pants, and sat down.

"Why did Xiali come back this time?" Royston pulled Steve to sit down, curious.

"Mom made it." Sherlock crossed his legs and finally looked away from Steve.

Watson could not help but glance at him.Sherlock returned his gaze, and Watson silently said OK, picked up the cup in front of him, and stopped looking at him.

The atmosphere was a bit strange, but I have to say that both Watson and Steve had a good impression of each other.

After all, there are not many normal people in this room.

"Roy, come and help me." Mrs. Holmes came out of the kitchen with a rosy face.

"Okay." Roy stood up and kissed Steve on the face before leaving.

Watson shook his hand, and the tea spilled from his mouth.

Steve straightened his back.

Sherlock snorted lightly.

Then there was the silence where you could hear a needle drop.Oluos brought Watson a pack of tissues.Watson took it and wiped his mouth in embarrassment, then held the tea that Oulos had refilled, and took a sip after sip.

Don't dare to make too much noise.

Sherlock stared straight at Steve.Steve let him look at him without any surprise.

Watson had a question mark in his head, thinking of Sherlock's frequent observation and observation, and began to rack his brains to recall the scene when Sherlock received the phone call.I wonder if I can find out a little bit of the reason for this scene.

In fact, Sherlock didn't finish answering the phone, and threw the phone to Watson after a few words.

Then use Watson's cell phone to call Mycroft.

While listening to Mr. Holmes' complaints, Watson couldn't help but focus on Sherlock who was circling around the room.

"Who is he?"

"What?! I thought he was dead!"

"Why didn't you kill him?"

"Why is he at home?"

Then Sherlock threw away the phone with a bad face, and sat on the sofa with his arms folded, exuding a strong sense of displeasure.

Watson handed the phone to him: "Sherlock, they are your parents."

Sherlock snatched the phone, "I see." Then he hung up the phone.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Watson was silent for a while, and couldn't help but ask.

"Let's go." Sherlock bounced off the sofa and began to pack his things.

"Where are you going?" Watson was at a loss.

"Go home." Sherlock pulled the scarf on before putting on his coat.

"what?"

All the memories ended here, and the corner of Watson's mouth twitched.

He can't see anything.

"Uh," Watson upholds a good social style and decides to ask if he doesn't understand, "Mr. Rogers?"

"Ok?"

"You are……"

"I'm Roy's boyfriend." Steve answered the words very smoothly.

Watson reflexively looked at Oulos, then turned his head back, and picked up the cup to suppress the shock.

"Stop squeezing your poor brain," said Sherlock. "There is no triangle relationship between him and my sister. He is the wild man brought back by the fourth Holmes child."

Watson drank the tea down his chin again, and Oluos calmly pushed the tissue in front of him.

"I'm his boyfriend." Steve couldn't help laughing, and repeated.

Watson put down his glass, feeling that he shouldn't be on the sofa, but under the sofa.

"Really?" Sherlock opened his lips.

"You're wearing my dad's clothes, you didn't take into account the temperature difference between the two countries when you came from the United States, careless.

Just at the door, you asked Roy to follow you to the hospital.But you know very well that regardless of his question..."

Saying that, Sherlock smirked, raised his hands, and hooked two fingers respectively, moving his ears like a rabbit, "Nice American."

"You don't even know whether his question is a question of quotation marks, and you simply restrain him with your own poor understanding. Unreasonable and stubborn."

"Your understanding of him is superficial, and you can't provide qualified help and care at all. It can bring zero sense of security."

"You never had a father in your life, and your mother died when you were 18 years old. You have always been alone, and you have an unusual enthusiasm for the battlefield. Unreliable."

"You are a human, and a human hero with a very kind personality. It is completely inappropriate!"

Watson felt that Sherlock had lost the logic he was so proud of.

Steve quietly took his chugs like cannonballs.

Watson held the cup and pretended it didn't exist.Then he saw Oulos on the opposite side showing a subtle smile.He closed his eyes and began to reflect on why he followed.

"Do you know what is appropriate?" Sherlock changed the subject.

"What?" Steve asked calmly.

"He was very tolerant of all my weirdness and adored my talent. When he was with me on an adventure, he could bring me great inspiration and be my helper at certain times.

We live together and live in harmony.Both undoubtedly found reasons and motivations in the other to get better. ' He pointed at Watson.

Watson gasped, looked Steve in the eyes, "I have a girlfriend."

"Sooner or later it will be divided." Sherlock said firmly.

"Jesus..." Watson covered his mouth.

"But we're in love." Steve waited a moment, then concluded slowly.

Hearing this, Watson glanced at Sherlock, and then at Oluos.

There is no doubt that the faces of the two people are very colorful now.

There was a popping sound behind the kitchen door, followed by a burst of suppressed laughter.

Sherlock gritted his teeth: "Royston!"

Roy came out from behind the kitchen door wearing an apron, and was about to hug Sherlock with his arms wide open, "Charlie, you know I like you too."

Sherlock pushed his face away, "Stop!"

"Charlie~" Roy smiled.

Sherlock took a short breath and looked at him.

Roy looked at him, as if he saw the little curly follower behind his ass a long time ago, who couldn't compete with his brothers and sisters.

He raised his hand and rubbed his curly hair, which was already not feeling well. "Xiali, this is Steve Rogers, my love. Bless me."

Sherlock's breathing gradually stabilized, "You let the most evil emotions of human beings erode you."

"You know," Roy pointed at the shovel, "according to his rules, human beings are the ones with the strongest growth potential. I don't have the growth potential."

"You should be much better than me." Roy gently touched his chest with the hand holding the shovel.

Sherlock understood what he meant, sat down with a straight face, and snorted.

"Okay. Steve, come and help?" Roy turned his head and waved to Steve.

Steve glanced at Sherlock, nodded, and got up.

Watson pondered for a long time before breaking the deadlock, "So, you actually like men?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "I told you the first time we met, I'm married to work."

Watson said OK.

"Don't be jealous. The Holmes family's obsession with Royston is just possessive. It's like a treasure they want to collect, and it has nothing to do with love." Oluos picked up his teacup slowly and blew.

"You didn't do anything." Sherlock looked at her.

"None of us are the ones to act like a baby to Roy." Oulos shrugged.

Watson scrunched up his face.who?The Sherlock Holmes family... Does Mycroft count?No, no, no, acting like a baby? ? ?

"Come on, you just don't dare to face the situation that you will lose." Sherlock mocked.

"No. We just know the result clearly and save the consumption caused by Sapo." Oulos smiled.

A chill ran down Watson's back.

Christmas at the Sherlock Holmes house was absolutely dreadful.