The third child of the Sherlock Holmes family

Cecil came to the guest room with Ronaldo in his arms, bent down and gently put the person in his arms on the bed. Just as he was about to withdraw his left hand under Ronaldo's head, Ronaldo suddenly opened his eyes. Let him startled involuntarily.

Ronaldo opened his eyes in confusion, and a magnified handsome face came into view. Although he opened his eyes and woke up, he was still drunk.He felt that the face in front of him was very beautiful, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Seeing Ronaldo's blank eyes, Cecil knew that he was not awake yet, and was about to continue to withdraw his left hand, but at this moment, Ronaldo suddenly smiled at him: "You look so good-looking."

This sentence immediately made Cecil pause again, looking down at Ronaldo who was smirking at him, "Thank you." Then he began to withdraw his left hand, finally getting his left hand off Ronaldo's head Pulling back, he didn't expect that his neck was suddenly covered by a pair of hands, and he fell forward inertially, only two or three centimeters away from Ronaldo's face.

Ronaldo put his arms around Cecil's neck, and stared curiously at Cecil's dark green eyes. The light from the wall lamp projected into Cecil's dark green eyes, as if there was light flowing in his eyes. Very nice.

"Your eyes are so beautiful, like the jade on my mother's neck, which is even more beautiful than my mother's jade."

Cecil bowed his waist and was stunned for several seconds before he came back to his senses.Ronaldo opened his mouth to speak, and the strong smell of red wine came out of his mouth and sprayed on his face, itching.

Ronaldo opened his eyes wide and looked at the beauty in front of him curiously. The more he looked, the more beautiful he became. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

Under the light, Cecil's flawless and handsome face was covered with a faint golden light, which seemed to be carved by the hand of God, which softened his face and softened his usually expressionless face, making him Ronaldo, the face control, couldn't take his eyes off.

Ronaldo let go of his hands around Cecil's neck and moved them to his face.Because of his drunkenness, his body temperature was higher than usual, and he touched Cecil's face with both hands, moving down from his sword eyebrows a little bit, passing through the erect bridge of the nose, and finally landing on the sexy thin lips superior.It was probably because Cecil's lips were very soft, and Ronaldo's hands fondled | touching them back and forth.

There was a crisp｜crisp｜num｜num｜ rubbing sensation on the lips, which made Cecil's eyes widen instantly, and a pair of suffocatingly beautiful dark green eyes revealed a surprised emotion.

Looking at the sexy thin lips in front of him, Ronaldo suddenly felt a little dry, and couldn't help but licked his lips with his tongue. The more he licked, the more thirsty he felt.The lips on the fingers were cold and soft, exuding a kind of temptation, making him...

Cecil was completely stunned by the warm and soft touch on his lips, and his dark green eyes, which had never had any emotional fluctuations, were full of shock.

Ronaldo's hands wrapped around Cecil's neck again, closing the distance between him and Cecil, and his hot lips embraced the soft, slippery and cool lips like jelly.The confused Ronaldo didn't know what he was doing, he only knew that the "thing" in his mouth was delicious, and he wanted more, instinctively he stuck out his tongue and licked the "jelly" that made him want to stop ".

Cecil was awakened by Ronaldo's furious bite, and accidentally opened his mouth, allowing Ronaldo's soft and slippery tongue to slip into his cavity.

Ronaldo didn't know when he closed his eyes, and kissed Cecil's lips with a face full of intoxication. His expression was very enjoyable, as if he had just drunk Lafite in a restaurant.

Cecil's eyes suddenly deepened, and he took Ronaldo's waist with both hands, regaining the initiative, from being claimed to being plundered.The sweetness of the red wine still remained in Ronaldo's mouth, and Cecil couldn't help but want to drink more.

It wasn't until Ronaldo couldn't breathe and groaned that Cecil let him go.

Already very drunk, coupled with the lack of oxygen just now, Ronaldo quickly fell into sleep again.

Cecil stood beside the bed, looking thoughtfully at the sleeping man.The kiss just now was completely beyond his surprise. At the moment Ronaldo kissed him, he felt nothing but surprise, but when Ronaldo's tongue was inserted into his mouth and swept around, he only felt a rush of heat. Rush to the forehead, causing his brain to go blank for a moment, and then a nameless fire sprang up in his body, his movements were faster than his brain, and before he himself could react, he had already regained the initiative and deepened the this kiss.

He thought that kissing between people would be disgusting, but the kiss just now was so delicious that he couldn't help wanting more, and let himself "goof around" for a while.

"It's delicious..." Ronaldo muttered in his sleep in his sleep.

Cecil withdrew his thoughts, and looked deeply at the culprit of the kiss just now.

this kid...

After leaving the guest room, Cecil went to the piano room next door. Every night before going to bed, he would play a piece.Open the cover of the piano, put both hands on the black keys but did not press down for a long time.His mind was a little chaotic right now, so chaotic that he couldn't think of the score for a while.

The heartbeat followed the fun, and it became chaotic like the brain, beating non-stop.

After living for 22 years, Cecil felt "chaotic" for the first time, not panic or panic, and he couldn't say exactly what it felt like.

It was impossible for Cecil to keep himself in an uncontrollable emotion. He took a deep breath, and his disordered heartbeat returned to normal, and his messy thoughts dissipated.His world returned to normal.

Just when he was about to play, suddenly there was a flash of inspiration in his brain, and then his hands automatically flew over the black and white keys, and the soothing and melodious music slowly flowed in the piano room.

Cecil closed his eyes, listening to this wonderful music with a fascinated expression.He didn't realize that the notes in his hand had turned pink, filling the room.If Edgar and the others heard this piece of music, they would definitely be frightened.

After playing, Cecil couldn't wait to write down the piece just now.After writing it, I played it again.When choosing a name for this piece, he struggled for the first time, and suddenly Ronaldo's face flashed in his mind, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he took a pen and wrote the title "cr Sonata" on the top of the score.

Putting the written piece into the file, Cecil turned on the light in the piano room, and when he was about to go back to his room, he remembered the drunk Ronaldo, and changed his direction, walking towards the guest room.

Opening the door of the guest room, Cecil saw Ronaldo lying on the bed, the quilt covering him lying on the ground pitifully.

With helplessness in his eyes, Cecil walked into the room, picked up the quilt on the ground, and gently covered Ronaldo.

"Water..." Ronaldo frowned while sleeping, talking about water intermittently.

Cecil turned and left the guest room, went to the living room and poured a pot of warm water back, and poured a glass of warm water. He sat on the edge of the bed, hugged Ronaldo and leaned against his arms, and handed the water glass to Ronaldo's lips with a gentle gesture. Feed him water.

Ronaldo finished drinking a glass of water, opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at Cecil helplessly, "I still have to..."

Seeing Ronaldo begging him pitifully, Cecil's heart tightened, and his breathing became short of breath for a moment, but he soon returned to normal, and poured another glass of water to feed the person in his arms.

After drinking three glasses of water, Ronaldo finally fell asleep again contentedly.

Cecil covered him with the quilt before leaving and returned to his room.

Ronaldo behaved very well when he was drunk, except for the inexplicable kiss, he didn't yell or vomit, which satisfied Cecil, who had a serious cleanliness obsession.

At six o'clock in the morning, Cecil woke up on time, washed up and changed into sports clothes, and was ready to go upstairs to the gym to exercise.He doesn't like to go out for morning jogs. There is a gym specially set up in the apartment, and the equipment for exercising in the gym is very complete.

Before going upstairs, Cecil went to the guest room and saw that Ronaldo was sleeping on the bed obediently, and the quilt was not thrown down mercilessly by him, so he went upstairs to exercise with satisfaction.

An hour later, Cecil finished his morning exercise. Before returning to his room to take a shower, he went to the guest room again and woke up Ronaldo who was still dreaming.This kid must have training in the morning, and if he wakes up late, he will definitely be late.

Ronaldo has a bed problem, Cecil yelled two or three times, but there was no response, and he muttered to let me sleep for a while.

Cecil frowned slightly, reached out and squeezed Ronaldo's face fiercely.Ronaldo felt a sharp pain in his sleep and woke up suddenly.

He covered his painfully pinched face, and looked at Cecil with sad eyes, "Mr. Cecil, why are you pinching me, it hurts?"

"It's the pain that wakes you up."

Ronaldo rubbed his face, puffed up and complained dissatisfiedly, "You don't need to pinch it so painful."

"If you don't get up again, I will throw you directly into the street."

"..." Mr. Cecil's expression didn't look like he was joking, he was really likely to throw him on the street.

Only then did Ronaldo realize that he was not in the dormitory, and asked in surprise, "Mr. Cecil, am I at your house?"

"Otherwise where do you think you are?"

"Didn't I go back yesterday?" Ronaldo felt his head was a little heavy.

"I don't have time to take you back."

Ronaldo patted his head, finally remembering what happened last night, his eyes widened in horror, "Did I get drunk last night?"

"Not stupid yet."

"Why am I drunk?" Ronaldo looked annoyed, then looked at Cecil cautiously, "Well... I didn't do anything when I was drunk, right?"

As soon as Cecil heard this, he thought of the kiss last night, lost his mind slightly, but soon recovered, and asked blankly, "You don't remember?"

Ronaldo just felt that his brain was formatted, he couldn't remember anything, and shook his head very honestly: "I don't remember, did I do anything bad?" He didn't yell at Mr. Cecil call?Didn't say the wrong thing to Mr. Cecil?Didn't do anything wrong with Cecil, did he?

Hearing what Ronaldo said, Cecil narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a icy look in his eyes, "If there is, can you still be here intact?" This kid has no memory of what happened last night?

Ronaldo breathed a sigh of relief, "It's fine if you don't have one."

Cecil saw the happy expression on Ronaldo's face, and an inexplicable anger surged into his heart, which made his face suddenly turn cold, "You can get out." Stay with Ronaldo for breakfast.

Ronaldo felt the coldness in Cecil's tone, "Is Mr. Cecil angry? Did I say something wrong? Or did I do something drunk last night to make him unhappy?"

After Cecil took a shower, changed into a suit and went downstairs, and found that Ronaldo hadn't left, a look of surprise appeared on his stern face.

When Ronaldo heard footsteps, he raised his head and smiled brightly at Cecil: "Mr. Cecil, I made breakfast, I hope you don't dislike it."

"You didn't leave?"

"I caused you trouble last night, how can I leave without doing anything." He said, and suddenly bowed to Cecil, "Mr. Cecil, I am very sorry."

Cecil was taken aback by Ronaldo's solemn apology, "Why do you apologize?"

Ronaldo straightened up, with a reflective expression on his face, "I apologize to you for what happened last night. If I did anything to make you unhappy, I apologize to you. I'm sorry!" After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes timidly. He looked at Cecil seriously, "I don't want you to hate me, so... I hope you can forgive me." After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember what he did to make Mr. Cecil angry last night.

When Cecil heard Ronaldo's last words, his bad mood miraculously improved, as can be seen from his softened expression.

"no next time."

Ronaldo quickly promised: "There will never be a next time." When he is with Mr. Cecil in the future, he must drink less and not get drunk again.

Cecil cast his eyes on the sandwiches on the dining table. They looked pretty good, which gave him some appetite. He pulled out his chair and sat down. He said lightly to Ronaldo who was standing by, "Dinner."

"Don't you blame me?"

Cecil raised his eyes and looked at Ronaldo with more meaningful eyes, "I don't care about you for the time being." What happened last night, this kid will remember one day sooner or later, and he is looking forward to his future performance.

Ronaldo looked happy, and quickly thanked: "Thank you for not fussing with me."

Cecil picked up a sandwich and ate it, Ronaldo quickly asked: "How does it taste, does it suit your appetite?"

"Not bad." Same comment on the steak last night.

Ronaldo didn't care about Cecil's comment, and said with a smile: "It's not bad to eat."

At [-]:[-], Angus showed up at Cecil's apartment on time. When he saw Ronaldo, there was a look of shock in his eyes, but he didn't ask.

"Mr. Cecil, I'm going to be late, can I trouble you to give me a ride?" Training started at eight o'clock, and he only had 10 minutes. It would take at least half an hour to feel Manchester United from Mr. Cecil's apartment.

"can."

"Thank you so much."

So, Cecil and Ronaldo went to work together, sending Ronaldo to Manchester United before going to the Manchester Symphony Orchestra.

"Mr. Cecil, I will give you the tickets for tomorrow's game tonight."

"Angus will pick it up at noon." He will return to London this afternoon and Manchester only tomorrow morning.

"That's fine." Ronaldo felt a little lost in his heart, and he didn't know why he was lost. "Then don't forget to watch the game tomorrow afternoon."

"I'm not you, I'm not that stupid."

Ronaldo probably got used to being scolded by Cecil a lot, and he didn't care too much. Anyway, in front of the high-intelligence Mr. Cecil, everyone is stupid, and he is not the only one.

"By the way, Mr. Cecil, you'd better not wear such formal clothes when you come to watch the game tomorrow afternoon." Ronaldo's eyes fell on Cecil's expensive custom-made suit. The last time Mr. Cecil was wearing a suit He went to the game in a suit, that's why he was recognized so easily.

"When you go to the game in such a formal dress, you can easily be recognized by the fans and the media. Then it will be the same as last time." Although Mr. Cecil in a suit is very handsome, he always gives him a sense of distance .He still prefers Mr. Cecil who wears sportswear in the morning. He feels very energetic and handsome, just like an ordinary college student, which makes him feel very kind.

"It doesn't matter." Cecil never cared about the media.

"Aren't you afraid of being pestered by the media?"

Cecil raised the corners of his mouth and sneered disdainfully: "They don't have the guts."

"But... I'm afraid..." Ronaldo still has a shadow in his heart when he thinks about what was scribbled by the media last time, "Last time the media scribbled about my relationship with you. I found out that you came to watch my game, but you still don’t know how to write scribbles.”

Cecil looked sideways at Ronaldo with a cold look in his eyes, "Do you care?"

Ronaldo raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, "I don't care too much... I'm just annoyed at their scribbling..."

"If you want to be a superstar in the future, don't pay attention to the media reports."

"Why?" Ronaldo actually cared about the media's reports on him, and he didn't want to be talked about by the media.

"No need."

Cecil's words were too succinct, and with Ronaldo's IQ, he couldn't understand what he meant, "Mr. Cecil, you don't care what the media thinks of you?"

"It's not up to others to judge how I am."

"But..." Mr. Cecil had some truth in what he said, but he felt that things were not that simple. The media can make a person popular in an instant, and they can also smear a person in an instant. This is what he experienced from the last incident.

From Ronaldo's few words just now, Cecil can see that he cares about the media's opinion of him, "Play your football well, don't care about the media's opinion, otherwise you will become even more stupid."

Ronaldo: "..."

Cecil added coldly: "Only fools care about other people's opinions."

Ronaldo: "..." Mr. Cecil is turning a corner and calling him a fool, right?

As if seeing what Ronaldo was thinking, Cecil said with a little disgust: "You are stupid."

Ronaldo: "..." Mr. Cecil was really calling him stupid...

"Sir, Manchester United is here." Angus' voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the conversation between the two people in the backseat.

"Mr. Cecil, thank you for sending me off." When Ronaldo opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, he suddenly turned around and said to Cecil, "If the media finds out that you came to our game, the media will definitely ask The relationship between me and you, can I say that we are friends?"

Seeing the nervousness and uneasiness in Ronaldo's eyes, Cecil nodded slowly to him: "It's up to you."

Although Cecil did not answer directly, Ronaldo knew that he agreed, with a happy smile on his slightly childish face: "Mr. Cecil, I am very happy to be your friend."

The sun shone on Ronaldo's face, making the smile on his face brighter than the sun. Cecil blinked for a moment, "You're going to be late."

When Ronaldo saw that there were still 3 minutes left, he yelled, and then hurried away. While running, he turned his head and said to Cecil: "Don't forget about tomorrow's game, I will wait for you."

The corner of Cecil's mouth curled into an invisible arc, and he told Angus who was driving: "Come and get the tickets at noon."

"Yes, sir."

Ronaldo will catch up with training and escape being roared by Ferguson.You must know that Ferguson has a nickname called "Hair Dryer", and few people can bear his anger.

While resting, Ronaldo was sitting on the ground drinking water, and when he stretched out his tongue to lick the drops of water on his lips, he suddenly remembered the dream last night. He didn’t know what happened last night, but he dreamed of eating jelly. The jelly in the dream was soft and cold. The cold ground is still smooth, and the taste is very sweet, so he can't help but eat a lot, but the taste seems to be different from real jelly, it's not that sweet, and he can't tell what it is, but it's good anyway eat.

Leo approached Ronaldo and asked him curiously: "Why did you come so late today? You were almost late. Isn't this like you?" Usually, Ronaldo is the first to come to the training ground, waiting for others to come By the time, he had been training for a while.

Ronaldo dodged his eyes for a while, with a slightly unnatural expression, "I went to a friend's place last night, and accidentally got drunk at his house, and woke up late in the morning."

"Beauty?" Leo smiled obscenely | "Where did you hook up with the beauty?"

"No."

Leo bumped Ronaldo's shoulder, with an expression of "I understand, don't hide it", "How does it taste? Can you sell your soul?"

Ronaldo stared at Leo with an ambiguous expression, "Really not."

Rio patted Ronaldo on the shoulder, "I understand."

The corner of Ronaldo's mouth twitched: "..." Forget it, if he told Leo that he went to Mr. Cecil's house last night, Leo must be so frightened that he got caught.For the sake of his future sex | happiness, he should not say anything, let Leo continue to misunderstand.But then again, since he met Mr. Cecil, he never saw a beautiful woman again.None of the women he saw was better looking than Mr. Cecil.