[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

Ciri covered her face, wondering whether she was ashamed of herself or Moriarty.

In the past few years, due to the pressure of life, there is no time to recall that she still had so many childish stories when she was a child.

"Shirley, I heard that progesterone will make people's sex/organs/organs mature." Moriarty, who looks like an adult and is more than ten years old inside, said stuffedly in the quilt: "It seems to be true."

"I didn't know that women would undergo such drastic changes after pregnancy." He muttered, "You shouldn't have told your father that you should live in my house. You are so obvious!"

Ciri patted his head, "Shut up! Why do you still need to clarify this rumor after so many years! I, I am not, pregnant!"

Moriarty held his head, showing an aggrieved look, "Progesterone can also make people irritable, Shirley, don't deny it. I'm different from you, I'm good at keeping secrets, even if you Your father betrayed me, I will not help you, I can't pry my mouth open!"

Xili looked at him expressionlessly for 10 minutes, and her thoughts were extremely tangled in her mind, whether she should knock him out or not.In the end she sighed, what if it was the personality who wanted to kill him after that?Forget it anyway.

Thinking of this, she reached out and rubbed Moriarty's head, "Mo, James, do you want to go to sleep for a while?"

"Huh, what time is it? Oh, I see—you must be because of—" He drawled, keeping the word in his head under Ciri's threatening eyes.

But he still maintained an expression that I understood, and suggested: "Shirley, why don't you go to bed first? I don't get sleepy that easily. I have my own affairs, but I won't disturb you."

"You're being tolerant of my nerves if you don't speak." Shirley said eccentrically, "It would be ridiculous for a professor to spread the disease."

"What?" Moriarty couldn't understand, but Shirley ignored him and asked him to change his clothes quickly.

She picked up Moriarty's pistol/gun to defend herself, in case anything went wrong again.It's time for her to think about the second thing.She parted out a part of her burnt brown hair and lamented with a broken heart that one part of her hair was going to be cut off completely!

It's all Moriarty's nerves to blame!

When she was looking around for something sharp to help her, she was startled by a knocking sound.

She searched around and found that it was the sound made by something hard hitting the window.

She opened the window and looked around, and suddenly, a small object was projected into the room!

She took a closer look - this is a small stone!

Ciri blinked her eyes suspiciously, and she leaned down again, completely unaware that she had already stretched out half of her body.

She never knew she was in danger.

"Shirley, look at this!"

There is an invisible shadow under the big tree outside the hotel.

She knew who this man was.

Ciri quickly threw back the small stone thrown into the room, aiming at the black shadow quickly and ruthlessly!

After hearing the man's painful cry, Ciri happily called out his name: "Mycroft!"

"Are you okay, Mycroft?" She didn't expect that the black shadow was formed because the two stood together, and now it was divided into one, and there was another Holmes like a magic trick.

Ciri saw Sherlock rubbing her shoulders, and she knew that the pebble was about to hit Mycroft when he was pulled over to block the gun.

"Hey, come down quickly, I have something to tell you." Mycroft said to Ciri as if nothing happened, comparing his hands to a trumpet.

"I won't go down! What are you asking me for?" Ciri flatly refused, and besides, Moriarty is still here!

"Aren't you going back to England?" he asked again.

"It doesn't bother you!"

Sherlock thought it was funny, and the pain in his shoulders instantly disappeared.

"Ciri, who are you talking to?"

Moriarty leaned over at this moment, and Ciri hurriedly tried to close the window.But Moriarty reacted faster, clasping the window frame with one hand, no matter how hard she tried, the window would not move at all.

The situation is bad.

Moriarty was dressed loosely in white clothes, leaning on the window sill with one arm, looking down.

His face was expressionless, even showing a trace of coldness.It made Ciri feel bad.

Has he returned to normal personality? !

"Mycroft Holmes?"

He smiled lightly and said slowly.

"Exactly." Mycroft pursed his lips and answered positively.

"Ciri's ex-boyfriend, isn't he?"

Mycroft rarely took the initiative, and Moriarty had nothing to do with his field.If Shirley remembered correctly, this was their first official meeting.

As for Moriarty, isn't that... another story?After all, his personality is unstable now, isn't he?

"Although I don't want to admit it, I really am." Mycroft's voice brightened.

"Oh, it really is you." Ciri felt that Moriarty beside him was not in the right mood, and he seemed to be suppressing his anger, "You know—"

"Did you impregnate Ciri?"

Mycroft: ?

Sherlock:?

Ciri: I can't take it anymore!

"Are you fucking sick!" Ciri couldn't control her anger, she was really going to knock him unconscious with a gun/butt!

"You want all the people of France to know, don't you? I think you are crazy! How many times have I said no, no! Why are you still saying-if you give me that word that pops out of my mouth again I'll tear your mouth apart!" She pushed Moriarty aside and shouted downstairs: "Misunderstanding! He's drunk too much!"

I don't know whose voice is louder.

"Now I'm going out, you just stay here! Don't think about me about that word - don't show 'you're trying to hide it' expression, go!" She finished warning Moriarty, holding up her skirt went downstairs.

She absolutely used the fastest speed in her life to rush to the big tree outside the hotel.

It also seemed to crash into Mycroft's arms.

Sherlock smiled even more now.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh!" Panting, she pushed Sherlock lightly a few times, "He must be talking nonsense, you know."

"But why did he say that?" Sherlock couldn't help smiling, pointing at Mycroft and Ciri. "What did you do—what did you do?"

"Of course not!" Ciri was anxious to defend, but he didn't want to expose Moriarty's illness, so he quickly changed the subject: "What can I do? I was treated so badly by you! Remember that I was originally a regular The little author who was preparing for the moving party, but now I am in France to accompany you to witness the murder, oh yes, what happened? Where did Darcy and his sister go, do you know?"

"Don't worry, Ciri." Mycroft, who had been silent for a long time, finally said, "They should be packing their bags and getting ready to go back to England—this is quite a thrill for a sixteen-year-old lady, isn't it? They don't have any suspicions, don't worry. But Mr. Darcy must have used some financial resources to eliminate the influence, we want to fulfill his wish, don't mention it again. "

Ciri nodded in agreement.

"Next, let's talk about us - it's a pity to go for nothing, but it's also really fun, and it has added some exercise to me this year. Of course, if my stupid brother can stop laughing at me, I will be more satisfied. He stopped leaning against the tree trunk, stood up straight, shifted his eyes to Sherlock, and said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, my dear brother. You must give me time to stop, won't you? Well, don't you like to hear such jokes? Miss Healy doesn't know if I can?" he teased.

"What's the matter?" Ciri didn't understand.

"Shut up, Sherlock," Mycroft would not say.

How could he say that?

Nothing is more embarrassing than the misunderstanding that occurred that summer.

Remember how that letter was written?

He still remembers that immature stroke——

"Dear Mike, Hi. I may have moved by the time you see this.

I am really sorry for Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, and I hope you can forgive those who once vowed to be Mrs. Holmes.

But as for you, Mycroft, you really don't know how much I'm hurt, and you're going to die of it!

I bother! "

The butler sensed that something was wrong with Mycroft.

But there is nothing particularly wrong with the specifics. You must know that he has worked in this mansion belonging to Sherlock Holmes for more than ten years.Encountered more strange things.

Master Mycroft frowned, as if he had read the letter, which consisted of only three or four lines, and one of which was barely a swear word, dozens of times.

Until he felt a little hot.The afternoon sun had left a few drops of sweat on his forehead, and the warm air rolled the leaves to the feet of the young black-haired young master in front of him, which told him that none of this was a delicate picture.

Mycroft was just reading the letter carefully.

He also recognized the girl in the letter, who lived not far from here.Or maybe it was far away, she came here every time in a carriage.Every time she got off the carriage, she showed a helpless expression of disgust, waiting for Mycroft to pick her up at the gate.

As a butler, he was quite vocal about Mycroft.Although he is just a servant who is not qualified to comment on her.But to be honest, the performance of the girl disgusted everyone in their family. Her family was in business, and her father was a sea merchant. I don’t know what kind of work he made a fortune from, which caused his lady, oh, he Just say it.Her name was Hillary Bird—and she smelled like a hopeless upstart.

The girl in his heart who was suitable for Master Mycroft had a beautiful and slim back, and when he turned around, he saw her shy smile.

Well, he had to admit, it was impossible for any eight-year-old girl to do it.

But Mycroft himself had an unusual attitude towards Ciri.

You know, Mycroft has a habit since he was a child: If something can be done in two steps, he will never take the third step.

He has a quick mind and a natural intelligence that makes people wonder if God closed the door and opened the window for him because he was too lazy.

"Mike," said Ciri, who had shortened Mycroft's name to a cute nickname when she met him for the first time, "can you help me..."

"Can you think of a way to keep your new shoes from getting dusty?" Mycroft guessed what Ciri was thinking before she could finish.

"Yeah, you're pretty smart," she admitted.

Mycroft snorted, "You're insulting me."

The little girl frowned slightly, "What an insult, I'm just praising you. Besides, are you really that good?"

Mycroft straightened his bow tie with both hands, and raised his small chin in a pretentious manner.

"really?"

"Really!" He was anxious.

"Then can you endorse?" Mycroft felt that the lady in front of him was a juggler. He had no idea where she took out the box, and took out a fashion magazine from the box, "You Recite this to me, I think I need your brains when I grab some important clothes?"

"Why don't you come by yourself?" Mycroft thought he had been insulted for the second time. "You look through it yourself when you need it!"

"I don't want to, and I'm not smart." Ciri admitted generously, "Show me quickly, or you'll be a fool in my heart!"

This is really terrible, this level of aggressiveness is invincible to the ten-year-old Mycroft, and he immediately snatched the book.

"Hey, this book is very expensive!" Ciri treasured her belongings very much.

"Hmph, at worst, I'll pay you back." Mycroft flipped through it twice in disdain, and then said proudly, "I remember it all!"

"Really?" Shirley really didn't believe it, and stretched out his hand to snatch back his treasure. He turned a page and asked, "Tell me about the new material I'm going to buy tomorrow."

The corners of Mycroft's eyes twitched: "Please mention the contents of the book, I don't know what you want to buy."

"But this is what's in the book." Little Xili muttered, pointing to the content on it, "Here, this is what I want to buy tomorrow, and my father said to buy it for me!"

Mycroft snorted, feeling very bored.

Ciri leaned closer, "Quickly memorize. I want to hear it. I think it's funny. This is the first time I've seen a child prodigy."

"Okay, okay, don't shake me," Mycroft shook off Ciri's hand hanging on his arm, "I'll recite it to you, and if everything is correct, you can praise me for being really good. "

Ciri nodded with interest, listening to Mycroft memorize all the introductions on that page without missing a single word.

"It's amazing, I'm right to come today!" Ciri patted her little fleshy hand, "I'm going to tell Mrs. Holmes right now that I will come every day from now on!"

She didn't wait for Mycroft to answer, she turned and ran away with her skirts in hand, and Mycroft snorted again, with a pretentious feeling of "you women are really troublesome" ignited in his heart.

But after a few steps, Shirley ran back again, pursed her lips, with a sad expression on her face.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you tell your mother? Did you not want to come?" Mycroft was a little unhappy. What's the matter with this little girl? Didn't you say that he is amazing?He also said that he came every day, why is his complexion worse than hers?

Ciri didn't give a positive answer to the three questions about Mycroft's soul, but continued to worry.

"Where are my new shoes?" She lifted up the hem of her skirt slightly, and raised her toes to reveal a small pure white leather shoe.I really love my shoes. "

"Look, this is a limited edition of the most popular style this season." She approached his face proudly and mysteriously, "I was the first three buyers, and I heard that there was another pair bought by members of the royal family gone."

Mycroft rolled his eyes, thinking that this kind of trick is to cheat money from a silly girl like Ciri: "Then how did you come here without wanting to walk?"

"My dad brought me here." Shirley blinked.

Mycroft's mood became lower again, but he still insisted: "Then you won't come to play with me tomorrow?"

"No, I'll go." This made Mycroft feel a little better, "Okay, otherwise, you can carry me."

Mycroft thought he had been humiliated, "I'm only ten years old! I'm not your father!"

"But you can be my boyfriend. I'm eight years old, and we're the right age!" Ciri said innocently, packing the book into a small suitcase.Putting the suitcase aside carefully, he stretched out his hand to press on the top of his head, and moved to Mycroft, "I seem to be a little taller than you, it doesn't matter, it's about the same."

She hugged him violently, regardless of whether the child in front of her was stiff or not.

"Hold me and go!"

Inside Mycroft: Why? !

But the body can't help but do it!He still shouted in his heart: Why is this—what is a boyfriend?

In the living room, Mrs. Holmes, who saw her eldest son carrying a guest's little girl into the door, was holding another in her arms. She was taken aback for a moment, and then thought of something funny, so she teased him with a smile: "Mike, you too Do you think Miss Bird's family is cute?"

"Ah? What's cute? How cute?" Mycroft was quite confused.

"Ma'am is right," Ciri jumped out of his arms, "I'm just cute."

The Holmeses and Ciri's father laughed at her childish remark, while Mycroft was still staring at Ciri.

He thought to himself: what's cute?Don't you realize she's savage and an idiot?And she questioned him!

The aesthetics of adults is really strange!

"Dear Mrs. Holmes," Ciri bowed and said obediently, "How did you become Mrs. Holmes? I want to be Mrs. Holmes too."

As soon as these words came out, the adults present were indeed amused. Only Mycroft scratched his head, still wondering whether they had taken a fancy to Ciri's cuteness?She looks okay, but the clothes are not as good-looking as she said!

"Shirley, it's the first time you've come to Mr. Holmes' house, and you've fallen in love with his son?" Mr. Bird hurriedly smoothed things over.

"It's not a problem." Mr. Holmes squinted at his wife and the sleeping child. "Hey Li is really cute. If you really want to marry Mike, it's a good thing. Mike is smarter, sometimes He's quite a stubborn character, and we can't discipline him at all, but I can see that he does like Ciri, and he's always staring at Ciri—well, Mike, you're rude."

"I didn't!" Mycroft immediately denied, "I was just looking to see if she was cute!"

Mr. Bird couldn't help laughing, but quickly held it back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly.

"It's too early to say we're married," he said. "Cirly and Mike are kids, but let them play as they please. Ciri always moves around with me, and she doesn't always have long-term friends."

"It's okay dad, Mike is my boyfriend now, he agreed!" Ciri smiled and moved closer to Mycroft, wrapping his arms around his wrist.

The three parents said in their hearts:?

"Speak up, Mike." She gave Mycroft a slight nudge, and Mycroft looked at the others ignorantly, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head.

"Hurry up!" Ciri said anxiously.

Suddenly Mycroft nodded emphatically.

In this joyous atmosphere where the parents turned a blind eye, Ciri got her first boyfriend, and Mycroft fell in love.

But he didn't know that his little girlfriend was never a simple character.

This may be an exacerbating motivator for his fear of trouble.

On the third day after Ciri became Mycroft's girlfriend, and also the third day she came to Holmes' house, they started their first quarrel.

"Look, my shoes." Shirley raised his foot, motioning for him to look.

"Didn't you wear these pairs every day these days?" Mycroft didn't understand what she meant.

"No." She bumped him lightly with her small suitcase. "In order to have more time with you, I wore these shoes into old ones. You see—"

She pointed to the scratches on it, "I came here on foot, and I wore these shoes specially, so I'm so tired."

"Women are really troublesome." Mycroft muttered impatiently, although he carried Ciri's suitcase over without any hassle, and pointed his finger at her, motioning for her to follow.

"I'm tired." Ciri repeated, "Hurry up!"

"What did I say?" Mycroft didn't understand.

"Say 'My lovely baby has worked hard', that's how I watched dramas before." Shirley said solemnly.

This made him make a vomiting expression directly, "It's so boring, do you still want to drink tea with me?"

"Okay, I thought about it." Ciri didn't care about his dislike, and continued to follow his pace.

When they reached Mycroft's room, Ciri looked around, pointed to the books on his bookshelf and said, "Do you like reading this too? I like reading it too!"

Mycroft frowned slightly, "Do you understand?"

This is him!A genius textbook!It's not something that an ordinary fool like her can understand at all!

"Why can't I understand? Don't look down on me." Ciri wanted to put some distance between Mycroft and picked out something she was most interested in talking about.But she likes to read literature books, and those on his bookshelf are mostly Arabic numerals, so she may not pretend to understand them.

But she was still eager to try, walked to the bookshelf, took out the simplest-looking book, and said solemnly: "I have this too, and I'm learning."

Mycroft couldn't believe his ears. Could it be that Ciri was also a hidden smart person?All this time she was just pretending, she was lying to him?

She cheated a genius!

Mycroft's heart: Anger!

"Then tell me, what's in it?" Mycroft tentatively asked.

He doesn't believe it!

"Hmm..." Shirley didn't realize that he was angry at all, and she thought she had completely captured his heart, and she was on an equal footing with the little genius, "I won't say it, such a simple thing, What is there to say?"

Simple?He swears that no one understands this city!This book was specially borrowed by his father from the university!

Mycroft didn't think at all that she was deceiving him, and he became sullen.

And Shirley could only see that he was upset, and hurriedly wiped the book with a veil, and stuffed it back on the shelf.

She coaxed Mycroft in a low voice: "Are you upset that I touched your book? I won't touch it anymore."

But he still had a slumped face, and his mind was running fast. He must not let Ciri, a deceitful little girl, overtake him.He took her hand, pointed to a mark on the floor in front of the bookshelf, and said, "You are not allowed to cross this line in the future, understand?"

"Ah, I've already said that I won't touch it, why are you still guarding against me?" Shirley felt a little uncomfortable, she had never been ordered like this by others.

"...I didn't guard against you." Mycroft seemed to be confused by her soft voice at this moment, and the tone also dropped, "I just..."

He found that there are moments when a genius can't answer, but he doesn't allow the image of Niu Honghong he maintains to break down, "It's just..."

"Okay, I take it back!" He couldn't think of a reason, and it was very quick to make excuses for himself—since she said that she was his girlfriend, he would allow her to be smart once in a while.

Ciri giggled, and immediately stretched her legs across the trail, grabbing Mycroft's hand and beckoning him to come too.

After waking up for a moment, he felt that the eight-year-old child was too childish. He twitched his eyebrows to express his dissatisfaction, but he also raised his leg and stood beside her: "Is it okay?"

In all his combed hair, there was always a not-so-obedient strand hanging down to his forehead. Ciri noticed it, and wanted to reach out to help her boyfriend straighten his hair.

"What are you doing?" Mycroft was a little nervous for some reason, and his hands unconsciously exerted force.

"Oh, I'm helping you with your hair." Ciri yelled in pain, "You're still holding my hand, my dad said that if a boy shakes your hand without your consent, it's It's rude to you, you should throw him off, you can hit him - but you're my boyfriend, I don't think it's rude. Can't I touch your hair in exchange?"

Mycroft's face froze, because his focus was all on "ciri is going to hit someone", and he thought he made a big mistake, such as agreeing to the audience a few days ago, so that he would not see Ciri Yes, of course he also regretted being her boyfriend and hugging her——

Ciri nodded in satisfaction, seeing Mycroft motionless, he thought he agreed.Then he started to play with his hair——something that could be done with a light pick with fingers, but Ciri found that Mycroft's hair was too soft, so she touched it for a long time, and finally grabbed all his bangs down.

And pinched his cheek.

Mycroft was angry again, "What are you doing?"

But the hand did not let go.

"Why are you angry?" Shirley pouted, "Your hair and face are very soft, so I touched them, and I like them very much—see if my hands are also soft and easy to touch. ? Or it took you so long to catch it."

The next second, her hand was thrown away, and she heard him say fiercely: "That's not it!"

Ciri was too loose with her boyfriend, she didn't know how to coax him, and she thought that when her mother was still alive, as long as she kissed her father, her father would always laugh.

Then she will come too.

Mycroft was taken aback by this sudden kiss, he didn't know what Ciri meant, but he suppressed most of his anger at once, just blinked his eyes, and said bravely: "You can't sneak attack on me."

"Why is it a sneak attack?" The girl's face was next to him.The distinct eyelashes fluttered, almost touching his face.

"Why don't you smile?"

"Why am I laughing, please, Ciri, you sneak up on me."

He is still angry!

Shirley thought it was because he was not as attractive as his mother, but she was her child, and the addition of multiple kisses would surely dispel his anger, right?

Just do it!

Mycroft's eyes were straightened, he stopped being angry, and he didn't dare to be angry anymore, "Okay, okay! My face is full of saliva! Stop kissing!"

He looked at Shirley, curled his lips in disdain, "You're too bad at kissing."

"Huh? Isn't it good?"

"Not good." He said decisively.

Although he didn't know much about the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend, he remembered that Ciri said that he would become Mrs. Holmes in the future.That is to marry him, so now he can reluctantly not blame her.

And he's seen his parents kiss.

Is such that.

He let go of Shirley's hand, and when she was still dissatisfied with "you're not pulling me anymore", he held her face in both hands, and kissed her lips like a superficial kiss.

"Okay, I'm not angry anymore, what do you want to play, I can accompany you for a while." He said happily.

Ciri immediately withdrew her smiling face, "Kissing on the mouth is not good."

"Why?" He scratched his head, "Don't you want to marry me?"

"Eh, did I say that?" Ciri remembered that she had said this in front of the grown-ups a few days ago, "Oh... If I said it, then it doesn't matter. Because this is my first kiss. "

How could Mycroft understand this, and asked impatiently: "Do you want to play?"

"Play!" Shirley put the matter to the back of his mind, turned around and went to pull his small suitcase.

Only then did Mycroft understand that Ciri's strength is not only in being cute, but also in arranging the suitcase. She may even be a witch and use some kind of magic, otherwise the suitcase would never fit. So many things!

He didn't know how many clothes she dug out, and the patterns on each piece were so...intricate.There are also a few pairs of shoes that he remembers appearing in the book he memorized, new shoes for the season.

and messy headgear.

There is also a tea set.

What are you doing with so many of these?

"Let's play house, I'll be the mother, and you will be the father and our baby." Ciri said and was about to change clothes.

"No, wait a minute!" Mycroft, who was suddenly assigned two roles, protested loudly, "You are full of girls' clothes here!"

"Isn't this nonsense? Why should I buy boys' clothes!" Ciri said logically.

"Can't I wear mine? No," he grabbed the hairpin that Ciri had quickly pinned on his head, "Why should I still be a baby!"

"Because we don't have a baby. I can't be a mother and a baby at the same time. Do I feed myself tea? How weird?"

"Who said there is no baby!" Mycroft threw the hairpin in his hand to Ciri, and rushed out of the room, "You wait for me here for a while!"

When he came back, Ciri had changed into another dress, this time it was mainly white with a small skirt decorated with red lace.

He had to admit that Ciri was getting more and more pleasing to the eye.

is cute.

Oh, he almost forgot.

"Just use this!" Mycroft stretched out his hand and showed her, "Isn't this good?"

Ciri had a look of astonishment on her face, but she immediately reacted and said happily, "Mike, you're so smart!"

Ciri clapped her hands, thinking to herself: Great, ready-made baby!

What are they talking about?

The one held by Mycroft was his younger brother who was eight years younger, Sherlock Holmes who was now two years old.

And Sherlock didn't cry or make a fuss, just let them play.

So, today, Sherlock ushered in women's clothing for the first time in his life.

"Come on, baby, drink tea." Ciri held her exquisite teacup to Sherlock's mouth and said threateningly.

Sherlock didn't have any rebellious heart towards the seemingly harmless little girl, so he drank it obediently. As a result, his little face became bitter - the tea Shirley made was too bad.

"Baby is so good!" Ciri completely ignored Sherlock's bitter face, and patted his little head.

"Is my brother okay?" Sherlock has become Mycroft's tool to curry favor with Ciri, perhaps without even realizing it.

"This is not your brother, this is your son! It's our baby!" Ciri said in a trembling voice, which startled Sherlock.

She hurriedly hugged Sherlock and shouted, "Baby, I'm sorry—"

"Keep your voice down, my mother will be angry with me when she finds out that I took him out." Mycroft hissed with five or six hairpins of different colors on his head.

Ciri snorted, she was having fun and didn't have the heart to heed Mycroft's warning at all.

She poured another cup of tea.

"I want." At this time, little Sherlock stretched out his hand, pointed at the teacup in Ciri's hand, and said in a childish voice.

"Ah, baby, so you can talk."

She thought he was dumb.

Sherlock wanted to get closer to Ciri, and directly took the teacup in her hand, but he didn't expect that the Bennett on his head was too heavy, as long as he moved, the hat would bring his head down, and he seemed to fall to the ground , quite funny.

Mycroft sneered beside him.

He was immediately stopped by Ciri, "Don't laugh at the baby! Are you okay, baby?!"

"Give it to me." Sherlock weighed the pros and cons. He didn't fight with an eight-year-old and ten-year-old child for the time being, and he endured it.

Shirley gave him the teacup, thinking that the tea she made is really delicious, and see how much the baby likes it.

Sherlock held the teacup and turned around to hand it to Mycroft, who said to him, "You drink."

Mycroft knew that the water must be bad. He folded his hands calmly, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm your father. Why are you so rude? Call your father."

Sherlock sneered in his heart, turned to Ciri and said, "Someone is bullying your baby."

"Mike, how can you bully the baby?" Ciri took the cup from Sherlock's hand and pressed it to Mycroft's lips as she did to Sherlock, "You drink it, this is the tea I made, it's very sweet. nice drink."

"I, I—" Before Mycroft could say no, Ciri snapped it down.

It's really hard to drink!help!The worst person to drink tea in the UK has appeared!She should be expelled from British soil!Expulsion of nationality!

Mycroft broke down. He quickly ran into the kitchen, completely ignored the servants' inquiries, got the nearest glass of milk and downed it.

He now declares that milk is the best drink in the world.

He needed to pull himself together, and as he brushed his hair up with his hands, he paused and let his bangs fall again.

He returned to the door of his room, intending to tell me that since you want to be Mrs. Holmes, I can let go of the past, as long as you don't make tea in the future.

But when he opened the door, he saw Ciri, who was talking and laughing with Sherlock, his face sank the moment he saw him.

Mycroft yelled in his heart that it was not good, he thought he was careless, he left the little bastard Sherlock alone with Ciri!

He must have said a lot of bad things.

"Mycroft," Ciri called his full name this time, which made alarm bells ring in his heart, "I realize you don't love me at all."

Mycroft frowned, "Love? What is love?"

"You don't know love?" Ciri felt that she was blind, how could she think that such a person is a genius!

"Love is that you should know what I like! For example, do you know whether I like bitter tea or sweet tea?"

This he will.

"Of course it's bitter." He replied without thinking.

"Wrong! I like sweet drinks!"

Mycroft: ?

"You care