[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

This year's Christmas, the Holmes family has a rare gathering together.

Alice was lazily sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed, and she was finally eating melon seeds. The old god asked Mycroft who was reading the newspaper: "Mycroft, why hasn't that guy Sherlock come back yet?"

No, let's talk about Cao Cao Cao Cao, that guy Sherlock came in by kicking the door, he looked like an angry child.

Alice saw Mycroft's mysterious appearance, and instantly understood a lot.

Mycroft reminded displeasedly: "Sherlock, pay attention to your behavior."

"Damn manners"

Mr. Watson stood by the door in obvious embarrassment, looking in their direction innocently and blankly.

"Watson, take it easy and treat this as your own home."

In fact, Alice complained silently in her heart, the evil brain, the evil BL, she should keep her thoughts purer and her attitude correct.

Alice kissed the corner of Mycroft's lips, but was restrained by McCoff, and gave a long French kiss.

The kiss between her and Mycroft seemed to have abused the two single dogs.

Sherlock looked at his brother resentfully.

Alice kissed his thin lips, and asked softly, "Mycroft, what did you do to Sherlock?"

"I'm just saying that if he doesn't come back for Christmas, his research funding will be withdrawn."

"You're bad, Mycroft."

Alice hugged his neck and said with a playful smile: "But I like it when you do it."

Money is the root of all evil! !

Watson sighed.

That night, the Holmes couple prepared a gorgeous and delicious lunch for them, and chatted with Alice about some homework from time to time.

Mrs. Holmes had expected very early on that this person she had always regarded as her daughter might become her daughter-in-law. It would be a matter of time, but she didn't expect it to be after so many years.

She is also old, and what she hopes most is the happiness of her children. She subconsciously glanced at her childish second son, and Sherlock seemed to be still angry.

In any case, it is a kind of happiness that the Mycroft and the others can walk together today, and it is worthy of everyone's blessing.

"Alice, eat more, you are weak."

Sherlock said coolly, "Actually, she gained two pounds this month."

Alice's old face was embarrassing, and she hurriedly shouted: "Sherlock."

She glanced at him angrily, looked at Mr. Detective's indifferent expression, and finally let out a long sigh.

The moon in London tonight is extraordinarily round, lacking a faint light, warm and touching.

In a room of Sherlock Holmes's old house, a dog abuse drama is being staged.

"Alice, I want to kiss you, hug you, possess you..."

With his cold and magnetic voice, Mycroft said sweet love words, kissed the girl in his arms, and almost kept the last three words in his mouth.

The heavy and warm breath hit her cheek, itchy, inexplicably restrained and sexy.

Alice felt that her entire face must be flushed, she stretched out her hand to cover her hot face, unconsciously buried her head into Mycroft's chest.

His hands frivolously rubbed against her trembling body, kissing the corner of her mouth lightly.

"I love you."

His light-colored eyes were full of strong emotions, his lips melted from her lips to her delicate neck, and he subconsciously rolled his throat, looking at this woman who had fallen into sex passionately.

Mycroft picked up her limp body and walked to the bed, his face was as dark as ink, and there was a little sweat on his forehead.

"Kiss me, honey."

The seductive power of his voice made Alice unable to resist listening to him, embracing him, filling him.

Alice carefully kissed the corner of his mouth, and entangled the man on her body passionately. She felt as if she was about to burn, she raised her head, couldn't help licking, and her comfortable toes curled up.

"Alice?"

There was a knock on the door, and it seemed a little urgent.

Alice heard Watson's voice in a trance, and a shock made her wake up a lot.

Mycroft frowned.

"Alice, are you there?"

There was another incomprehensible voice outside the door.

Mycroft's face darkened, and he growled impatiently, "Get lost."

Hearing the sudden silence outside the door, Alice carefully glanced at the old man lying on his body with a serious face. It was inexplicably funny, and she really laughed.

"Oh, Mycroft, I suddenly found you cute."

"Honey, maybe Watson has something important to ask me?"

As soon as Alice finished speaking, Sherlock's voice sounded outside. There is no doubt that he must be wandering outside the door with a stethoscope.

This is already an old routine.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?"

Sherlock leaned against the wall, looking impatient.

"Watson, listen to me, you will find something interesting?"

"Didn't you just ask me to get medicine from Alice? Don't you have a stomachache?"

The two chatted at the door of the other's room unconsciously.

"damn it."

The buzzing sound lingered in his mind like a fly, and he was not interested in performing any passionate scenes in front of his younger brother.

Mycroft stood up with a gloomy face, damn it, he couldn't smile at all.

What about the fabled...perfect politician's smile (fake smile)?

Only then did McCoff realize that the clothes he was wearing had already been thrown into a small corner by him, and the trousers were still there, so he might have to throw them away later. He straightened the loose belt, feeling a little desire Dissatisfied stared fiercely at the door.

"Very well, very well, Sherlock, you have won."

Mycroft opened the door coldly, expressionless.

"Mycroft, add £[-] to this year's investment funds."

Sherlock looked at my brother indifferently, and had the cheek to negotiate terms with Mycroft, thoroughly implementing the truth of being barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

Standing by the side and watching the play, Watson immediately understood the intricacies, and glared at Sherlock angrily, feeling extremely embarrassed, as if he had done something very unscrupulous.

You Qi saw that Mycroft's hair was wet and his upper body was still bare... This was too tempting to imagine.

"Mycroft, I suggest you take a bath, I guess our mother may find a competent brother to talk about the old days."

Sherlock couldn't read other people's faces at all, and continued to cheat his brother shamelessly.

At this time Alice also got dressed and came out.

She looked at the two brothers dumbfounded: "Sherlock, you are such a godly assist."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"I'm mocking you."

Seeing his woman chatting with his younger brother like no one else, Mycroft suddenly felt that his hairline was beginning to be in jeopardy.

"My God, can you walk away with your extra £[-]? For God's sake."

"Whenever, God also cares about you..." Sherlock meowed meaningfully at Mycroft's bedroom, looking like he was going to be beaten, and was finally taken away by the only Dr. Watson with the brilliance of humanity.

"Mycroft, don't you think Sherlock is too funny?"

"I think we should continue with what we were doing."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I have a stomachache."

In Alice's mind, an idea instantly appeared that she was also the one who needed to be dragged away by Dr. Watson.

"Honey, I'll make you forget the pain soon."

"Mackie!" Holmes' shrill cry spread throughout the villa like the air.

Alice smiled apologetically and said: "McGoff, our lovely McGee, mother is calling you, go quickly."

Mycroft took a deep look at Alice, and finally resigned to his fate. . .

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