[Comprehensive] High IQ and Mary Sue

Before she was with Sherlock, Ellie had heard gossip about the girls in her class. In the general environment of love, Sherlock had a little baby fat face and always pretended to be serious (of course, actually He is really serious) His eyes are actually very attractive to girls.Many girls think that Sherlock is really good-looking, and many girls have even called him some intimate nicknames in private... For example, Sherlock's brother called Sherly once when he came to school that day.

Likewise, Ellie knew how Sherlock grumbled about the little girls who gave him chocolates on Valentine's Day.

The girls once secretly rated Sherlock as No. 1 orphan, but at the same time, Ellie was taken down by Sherlock and ended his single noble life.

Ellie thought she should have let it go at that point—he'd already revealed his possessiveness just by being with her.

If she had stopped at that time, then now she would not have to face the trouble of back pain, and the despair of never being able to fight back_(:зゝ∠)_

"Time to wake up."

Ellie heard a familiar voice and nestled her head under the quilt.

"Wake up."

Ellie was terribly sleepy, shaking her head under the covers.

"If you don't get up again, don't think about it today."

His voice dropped a few degrees, and his tone was utterly ruthless.

"If you're exhausted, I'll forget it!"

Ellie burst into tears and shrank her whole body.

debt collector.

To actually threaten her is simply insane!

...It really is a man who is forty like a jackal and a leopard.

Sherlock looked at the little bulge on the bed, and began to wonder if it was indeed a little too much last night—this kind of exercise shouldn't be too much, right...?

Forget it, go wash up and call her later.

He closed the door and tugged at the cuffs of his shirt. The cufflinks were the pair Ellie gave him two years ago. If Brooke was going to come over today and make some stupid help calls, he probably wouldn't be able to wear this shirt. up.

There are still some commissions from all over the world lying in the mailbox. If his brother is not too busy, he will probably have to fly to Ohio for some trivial matters.

He stood in the bathroom, shaving off the stubble that had grown out overnight—this would normally be Ellie's job.

While washing off the foam on his chin, the phone vibrated, and Sherlock knew who it was—he was not in a hurry, and touched his chin in the mirror to make sure it was clean.

Ah... It should be possible to rub Mary with the stubble. Mary seems to like touching his chin very much.

Next time.

After wiping his hands with the towel beside him, Sherlock took out his mobile phone from his pocket. He missed the call just now and was about to call back when the second call came again.

"If you have something to say, you'd better speak quickly. I'm going to see if my daughter is awake." He came out of the bathroom and glanced at Ellie, who was sleeping unconsciously, a little helplessly.

Forget it, let Robert bring up the breakfast later.

"Coincidentally, I happened to be in Mary's baby room watching my niece smash her mouth, maybe you would like to come over and see how cute your niece is holding a feeding bottle... You were too when you were young..."

"Beep beep."

Sherlock hung up the phone blankly.

Mycroft was always talking about his son or his daughter, wanting to give birth to himself.

After Sherlock went to Mary's little princess bedroom, he was scorched as usual.

For this kind of dreamy pink girlish style, Sherlock himself is... well, not acceptable, but when Ellie just came back, he didn't care about Mary at all, so he let Ellie toss.

What tulle, what lace, what bow, what bunny Mickey Mouse.

Sitting next to his daughter's crib who is the most uncoordinated is his brother, who is as strong as a hill.

It feels hotter to the eyes.

"It seems that you like this dreamy girly room so much that you can't wait to come here just after breakfast," Sherlock closed the door, "I am worried about your increasingly degraded aesthetic taste, Mycroft special."

"Sometimes it's not because of the place, but because of the people, isn't it?" Mycroft didn't turn his head, his tone dragging down the gentleman's demeanor, "If it's because of little Mary, I think my ability to bear can go down. Refresh it."

Seeing little Mary's clear eyes looking at him, Mycroft put on a smile on his face.

"Aren't you right, little Mary?"

Maybe it's because Mycroft's tone of voice or his expression is funny. Mary loves to smile when she sees Mycroft, always waving her little arms and legs like lotus root joints, and she loves to touch Mycroft very much. Special face meat.

"Tsk," Sherlock snorted, "So, you already knew Ellie was alive but didn't tell me?"

Mycroft smiled and shook Mary's hand lightly: "Why, the plan to teach Tom to solve the case went bankrupt?"

"I'm not asking Tom to be like me, he's obviously more like Thompson, he likes scientific research... He's not that interested in those little puzzles - well, you should answer my question, Mycroft ’” Sherlock walked over to Mary’s crib.

Seeing the familiar long face, Mary became even more excited all of a sudden, babbling syllables in her petal-like mouth, narrowing her eyes, and stretching her hands towards her father.

Sherlock froze for a moment, then picked up the little baby, and the baby's hands touched Sherlock's face and neck.

"You chose a good place to be honest. I don't want to argue with you in front of Mary. It would degrade my value too much." Sherlock's voice tightened, and the little guy touched Sherlock's Adam's apple and then Move around.

How come she looks like her mother.

"Didn't you come to a conclusion when you said that? Since you already know, I don't think I need to add anything... unless you have any questions." Mycroft stood up , "Can you give me a hug for Mary?"

Sherlock didn't refuse.

Mycroft had hugged Tom a lot since Tom was born, and it was not difficult for him to hold Mary, and Sherlock was quite at ease.Mary was also familiar with Mycroft and did not resist.

"This child..." Mycroft looked at Mary's eyes that were exactly the same as his father's, and smiled softly, "Just like her mother, she will make people happy from an early age."

"Take your own baby if you like," Sherlock's tone became mocking, "I hope your frankness, Mycroft, is better accompanied by 'I'm sorry I'm really sorry' than I understand your meaning." It’s too inappropriate’ and other painful and repentant expressions, and sincere expressions are better for eating.”

"So the rest of Krull's party should be about the same? Otherwise, I don't think you would have the heart to come here and talk to me about these meaningless and irreversible established facts. After all, you now have something more concerned about..."

"Sherlock, I think her..."

They all heard the voice.

Mary lived up to the expectations (in fact, only Mary's father was referred to) and pissed on Mycroft's hand.

Mycroft stood there as if he had been petrified.

Sherlock sneered, turned around and took out the diapers from the cabinet. He actually wanted to step on Mycroft's feet when he hugged Mary, but after thinking about the slippers or his own slippers, he decided to forget it.

He took the little one, carried her to the bathroom, and then skillfully wiped her ass and changed her diaper. Mycroft with a complex expression could be seen in the mirror.

"So you have to watch when I change my daughter's diaper?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, kissed his daughter's small ear as a compliment (?), and then said that he didn't know what happened and felt very happy after solving his physical problems. The comfortable Mary was hugged in her arms, and she habitually sneered at Mycroft.

"I thought it was common sense to wash your hands after peeing on your hands." Mycroft quickly adjusted his state.

"What to wash, this is the first souvenir your lovely niece left for you, why don't you be grateful to cut a piece of your right hand that you haven't used much anyway to make a specimen?"

Mary looked at this and that, and laughed even more happily.

Mycroft wouldn't admit defeat: "Well, it looks like my left hand is going to be chopped off, too."

"as long as you are happy."

"You peed when you were a kid, after all. Didn't you?"

The scene was very embarrassing.

Sherlock could only find another way: "Although it is also very commemorative, I still have to say that one is enough for chopping hands. After all, if you don't want to make scandalous news, you need to use it for some kind of needs..."

Right hand solution.

Just when the topic was non-stop preparing to fly in the direction of color, the two brothers stopped suddenly.

"Don't spoil Mary!"

"Don't spoil Mary!"

knocking.

Sherlock glanced lightly at Mycroft: "Go and open the door. For your health."

Mycroft: ...

Hey, there is really no way.

He opened the door, only to see Ellie still in her pajamas.

Then he knew why Mary wasn't with her own mother this morning.

Young people are indeed more energetic.

Although maybe not young anymore.

Maybe Sherlock has more energy.

Mycroft looked away politely.

"Ah, Mycroft..." Ellie's voice was still a little hoarse, which made people feel even more embarrassed, "I didn't know you would come..."

"Yeah, yeah!"

Maybe because she heard her mother's voice, Mary began to whimper.

The two greeted each other before Ellie entered the room. Mary was already reaching out for her mother to hug in Sherlock's arms.

"Why did you get up all of a sudden?" Sherlock reached out and brushed Ellie's messy hair, only to remember that he had just changed his daughter's diaper.

So, better not tell her.

Sherlock was silent.

"I just woke up and looked at my phone. The news feed said that Westerman was arrested... I thought it was a coincidence, but I clicked in and found out that it seemed to be the Westerman we knew."

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520 wishes everyone a happy holiday!Anyway, if the author doesn’t have a boyfriend, he just casually said that if you are happy, it’s OK/cute