[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

At this time, Watson was experiencing the morning of loving with his wife. When he saw Sherlock's text message, he was being provoked by Mary, and his face was flushed.

Mary blew on Watson's earlobe seductively, and said rather passionately, "Honey, who's text message?"

"Sherlock?"

Mary obviously imagined what he might say, and frowned slightly: "So my dear, are you going?"

"Oh! No! The last time he texted me, he just wanted me to help him pick up the pen that fell at his feet.",

"Then..." Mary gnawed the buttons off Watson's shirt one by one with her teeth. "Let's get on with it."

Sherlock's other text message "Please come quickly if you have something to do" was lying quietly on the ground.

Sherlock lasted for half an hour, but didn't see Watson's figure. He blinked and watched the one on the phone turn into two ones, three ones, and dialed the emergency number with great difficulty.

Mrs. Hudson was still cooking porridge when she saw a group of medical staff rushing into the building to lift Sherlock out. She was so frightened that her heart almost stopped. She immediately called McCauf, who obviously knew about it before she did. (Call number monitoring function).

He arranged the business with a cold face, calculated the time when Sherlock arrived at the hospital and the time when he arrived at the hospital, and subtracted the two numbers to get his remaining time, quickly processed some urgent documents, and stepped into the black Mercedes .

Sherlock had a fever and his mind was a little blurred. In the ambulance, the doctor took his temperature and asked a few questions. Sherlock was able to answer them very clearly. The IQ of a doctor.

A certain doctor snorted coldly, and complained, "Why are you in such a hurry to call an ambulance?"

He said coolly, "Wait a little longer, burn your organs and come back again."

The tip of Mycroft's umbrella hit the ground, he looked at his watch and then at his younger brother who was infusing, and said regretfully, "I should have come early."

He mocked viciously, "I thought I was here to collect your body."

Sherlock didn't care about his brother's complaints at all, looking at the phone that didn't have any reply. "How many people know about my admission to the hospital?"

"Mrs. Hudson and I were half an hour ago."

"Now I guess... there is one more person." He said meaningfully, and then the door was opened with a "bang~", a woman in a pink skirt rushed in and hugged Sherlock, and the two rounded Her big breasts rubbed against Sherlock's face desperately.

"Oh my poor Sherlock, are you all right?"

"Mycroft, look at what good deed you have done to take care of your younger brother to the hospital." McCoff rubbed his temples, and replied helplessly, "Mom, he is already an adult."

Mrs. Holmes ignored Sherlock's slightly impatient look, and fondled her son's curly hair affectionately: "No matter how old you are, you are mother's precious son."

Mycroft rolled his eyes and waved his hands: "Okay, since if I still have a meeting, I'll leave first."

Sherlock glanced at Mycroft and said coolly: "Please take this lady away by the way, I need to be quiet."

McCoff looked helplessly at Mummy, who was not angry at Sherlock's unpolite words at all, and could even be said to have a pleasant face.

Mycroft took a deep breath and told himself not to be impulsive, he didn't understand why Mommy would make it look like a farewell just to leave for a while.Besides, doesn't she still have a son to accompany her?

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, and led Mrs. Holmes out with a stiff smile.

Sherlock was lying on the bed and blogging in every possible way bored, he frowned, thought for a long time, and wrote a few words for a long time.

"At this time, my brain is operating at a record low speed, which is really a difficult thing."

After a while, someone replied with a message, Sherlock opened it immediately, and saw Watson reply: "Hey, Sherlock, have you encountered any difficult cases?"

Sherlock frowned. He felt that Watson's comment was an insult to his IQ, so he ignored it.

After beeping a few more times, Sherlock saw the message Olos had written to him: "My dear... brother-in-law? I heard that you are sick."

While eating a popsicle, Oulos looked at Mycroft's GPS location, locked on the xxx public hospital, invaded the network of the traffic bureau, and zoomed in on the roadside camera to see Sherlock with a pale face.

Olos: "You don't look very well."

Sherlock frowned, and didn't want to pay attention to Oulos. He slid back and forth in the blog in a daze. Even he didn't know what he was doing. He thought that he must have taken the wrong medicine, and subconsciously Glancing at the drip at hand, he touched his mobile phone again. The battery in it was less than one bar. He immediately sent a text message to McCoff asking him to send the charger.

Looking at the text message Sherlock sent to him, Mycroft suddenly felt that if one day Sherlock went to the bathroom without toilet paper, he would definitely ask his brother to do it for him. He is a full-time mother.

With that said, McCaw quickly sent Sherlock an all-purpose secretary. The wedding will start in two days. How could this brother-in-law suddenly lose the chain? Thinking of the age gap between Sherlock and Olos, McCaw The husband smiled maliciously, he was very much looking forward to the scene where Sherlock was reluctant and had to call Olos "sister-in-law" in front of him.

Mycroft smelled a sweet smell as soon as he entered the door. He sniffed his nose, and finally picked up half a bamboo stick in the trash can.

He frowned and wanted to say a few words to Oulos, but he didn't see Oulos' shadow. After wandering around for a long time, he heard the sound of vomiting from the bathroom, his smile froze, and he didn't know what to do. Maybe he should Make a phone call to your family doctor.

Just when he was about to fight, Jiu saw Oulos coming out of it with a pale face.

"Honey, are you all right?"

Oulos lay on the bed with a look of lovelessness, turned on the ipad and began to scan "Happy Xiaoxiaole", completely ignoring McCoff's intentions.

Mycroft sat beside the bed in embarrassment, and asked softly, "What do you want to eat?"

Only then did Olos slowly shift her gaze to Mycroft, glanced at him viciously, and said angrily, "I want to eat human flesh."

McCoff really thought about this question seriously. Although he didn't know if all pregnant women were like this, he had heard that pregnant women have strange tastes.

"I know a gentleman, his name is Hannibal, maybe . . . "

Olos threw the ipad away impatiently, told Mycroft to shut up impatiently, then suddenly had a convulsion, covered her mouth, and rushed to the toilet to vomit.

"You really don't need human flesh?" Mycroft repeated with a little worry, Olos rolled her eyes while hugging the toilet, and McCoff took a book about Maternal and Child Knowledge from the bookshelf out of fun.After about 10 minutes, Olos came out slowly, clutching her stomach.

"wanna die."

She lay on the bed, said something lightly, and then looked at McCoff: "I heard that the technology of male conception has appeared now."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and put the book back where it was.

Oulos didn't care about Mycroft's thoughts at all, and murmured to herself: "You said on the day of our wedding, what if I can't hold it back and just spit on you?"

Mycroft's mouth twitched, and he silently poured himself a glass of water to suppress his shock.

A crisp female voice sounded from outside the door.

"May I come in please?"

Ms. Molly carried a bouquet of flowers in a vase, and looked at Sherlock on the bed hesitantly.

"I saw your blog... I heard that you were sick, so I asked about it..."

Molly explained with a little embarrassment, and then she saw Sherlock smiling back at her. Seeing that spring was blooming in an instant, she couldn't help but stare blankly.

"Ok?"

A man with short black hair poked his head outside the door and asked Molly, "Is your friend okay?"

"Boyfriend?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows and squinted his eyes: "Severe cigarette addiction, playboy, Molly, he's not suitable for you."

Molly quickly defended, "Kevin is not such a person."

"He also shot one of the women this morning."

Molly looked at Kevin in shock, as if she was asking about the authenticity of Sherlock's words, but seeing Kevin's obviously stiff expression, she immediately verified her thoughts, covered her face, and ran out sadly.

Sherlock felt that he might have done a very bad thing, but a few days ago, he never thought it was bad, he always thought it was just an early recognition of reality.

He glanced at his phone subconsciously, maybe Bai Qi didn't read the blog at all.

Wearing a light-colored skirt, Oluosi walked into a wedding photography shop, holding Mycroft's arm.

"May I ask if you are here to take pictures or choose a wedding dress?"

As soon as Oluosi heard about the wedding dress, she immediately turned to ask McCoff, because she only thought of marriage, and never associated marriage with the wedding dress. Hearing what the clerk said, she felt as if she suddenly woke up from a dream.

Then he looked at Mycroft and said something calmly. "I'm all set."

Olos breathed a sigh of relief~

"What kind?" Olos asked curiously.

Mycroft smiled mysteriously and said, "You will be satisfied."

After getting a fairly satisfactory answer, Oulos turned to the clerk and said, "We are here to take pictures, can we wash it tomorrow?"

The clerk smiled at them very kindly, nodded, and introduced them to their special photography here.

"Recently, nude wedding photos are popular. They are creative, unique and personalized, never vulgar, bold and novel without losing artistic taste."

Olos frowned, looked at Mycroft's belly meaningfully, and shook her head in disgust.

Of course, Mycroft noticed it, and gritted his teeth and asked the clerk what else he could recommend. When he said this, his eyes widened and he smiled, which seemed weird no matter how you looked.

The author has something to say: I started to wonder what is the name of the child of Mycroft and Olos?