[Comprehensive] Abuse of slag and cuteness

Although Sol can swing a hammer, it doesn't mean he can't do anything else, so he chose to swing a hammer and fly in the air for a long time, and finally found a more suitable place to land, chiseled off a large piece, and flew again. Go to another place, chisel another piece, and then return to NO.13, the central square in London.

As for why the owner of a diamond mine in Africa yelled that he had lost a large piece of rough diamond at dawn the next day, or how did the owner of a certain platinum mine in Africa yell that he had lost a large piece of platinum ore... ...this has nothing to do with Saul.

But when Sol brought out the platinum and diamond mines in the hall, Mark decided he saw Eduardo's wedding ring.

"Sol, let's discuss it?" Mark beckoned to Sol.

Sol nodded and walked over.

"I think you should mine some more diamonds—gemstones, uh...you should dig emeralds and sapphires...I mean, can you dig me out for rubies?" Mark asked.

Sol nodded.Of course he can, these are actually nothing, he can dig up all gems - after all, he sees things like gems too often, and in this world, he hasn't found Asgard, so he can't go back to get gems , but those gems on the earth can still be used.

"I want the deep red, dark ones," Mark said, "Look, I can have them made into perfect rings, you and your brother's and me and Waldo's, how about that? "

Sol nodded vigorously.

"So... it's settled?" Mark thought that he could learn how to make jewelry—maybe it would be more difficult than programming, but he was excited at the thought of making a ring for Waldo himself— That was with his own hands. He spent other unnecessary time making a ring for Hua Duo. Maybe this would make Hua Duo happier?Then he can harvest a kiss, and even... a Hua Duo flower on the bed sheet, so shy and... Covering his face stiffly, Mark decided to imagine what style of ring would be more suitable.

Which formula did he use?

Or... in code?

Mark thought about it half the night, and finally decided to email his assistant to order a set of tools for him to create the perfect ring—including blueprints.

Early the next morning, the assistant wrote back, saying that he had already negotiated with Cartier, and the other party would make a good mold and send the tools together—a total of four molds would be ready.

Mark expressed satisfaction.

And these, Eduardo didn't know at all.

He's worrying about the audio that Mark says he's going to release - you know, he didn't record it at all!

"Dad?" Pete pushed open the door, walked into the bedroom and threw himself into his arms, "Aren't you going down to eat?"

"I'll go down in a while." Eduardo rubbed his little face and said.

"Dad, I don't think you need to worry so much."

"I'm not worried," Eduardo said.

"But I think you worry too much." Pete said, shaking the phone, "I recorded everything that night - audio, so it's useless even if he wants to regret it."

Eduardo twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I've dealt with all of this," Pete said lightly, "and, I think he really meant it, but there's one more serious issue—Dad, you have to be clear about this: I My sister's problem."

Eduardo picked him up and went downstairs.

He had no desire to answer such a terrible question.

In a few days, Sol brought a lot of huge gems and gold nuggets, and he stuffed them all into his big Asgard-made pocket so that he could board the plane smoothly.

Yes, they are going back - after knowing that Thomas is Rocky, they basically don't have much need to stay, except Pete, who still has some pure fantasies about "Sherlock Holmes", but when he hits The moment Sherlock kisses John, everything is disillusioned - what a great detective, what a great friendship, it's just too much for Fanboy.

Because of his heartache, Pete hugged Eduardo and refused to let him tell Sherlock the mystery of boys.

Of course, Eduardo didn't know this mystery at all.

The only one who knows the secret is Rocky, and he doesn't know how to transform a man's belly in practice. This is not his character.

"If you need it, I can probably do it to you, but...why should I do it to John?" Loki made an innocent and pitiful look, "He didn't want to."

John nodded frantically.

"So, you should think about whether you should give birth to one yourself." Loki pointed at Sherlock, and said it so softly, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face, Sherlock almost nodded in agreement—— However, this is not right!Sherlock took two steps back and looked at Loki with an expression similar to horror.

This is definitely hypnosis—more hypnosis than ordinary hypnosis.

Perhaps, this is the magic of the Norse gods?

Of course Sherlock knows what hypnosis is, and he can resist almost all hypnosis.However, when faced with Loki's hypnosis, he was really dazed - if Loki hadn't let him go, probably... he really accepted the transformation?

Shivering, Sherlock decided to grab a son from Mycroft and raise him—if McCoff can get married and have children, before all his hair falls out.

However, when Sherlock was taken away by Mycroft for a "heart-to-heart talk" after sending a few people away, he mentioned this, and then, was baptized by Mycroft's cane.

"I'm going to sue you!" Sherlock jumped, almost dodging it, but just barely, "You're domestic violence!"

"There's more serious violence!" Mycroft snorted. "John, you can beat him. Believe me, I think you'll like it."

The brother-in-law maniac has changed?

John looked at Mycroft strangely, but didn't really do anything.

Mycroft said: "There's always been weird things flying these nights - a lot of people have claimed to have seen people flying, which I think is kind of nonsense, but it's gotten so bad that even the Prime Minister I heard that this is not a good thing."

Sherlock sneered, and turned away from talking to McCoff.

Mycroft continued: "This is a very mysterious case, don't you want to try it?"

Sherlock snorted loudly on purpose, and moved his legs onto the sofa with his shoes on.

Mycroft just thought that his younger brother was having trouble, and continued: "It seems to be related to some special groups..."

This time Sherlock lay down directly on his side on the sofa, with his back to Mycroft.

Typical Sherlock Holmes pattern.

Mycroft had to look at John.John shrugged and said, "I can solve this case too-you just say that the Norse gods came down to earth."

"What?" Mycroft was taken aback.

"God, I'm down to earth." John made a ecstatic gesture, "Going down to earth, I'm looking for someone to marry—maybe they might hold a Chinese wedding!"

"Chinese wedding?"

"Because there isn't one!" John hooked the corners of his mouth and made a not-so-sincere smile.

McCoff could only leave first.Probably his brother's awkwardness will pass in a few days, but John's hallucinations are really getting worse... It turned out that he just trusted his brother too much, but now he has learned to imagine for himself.

With a feeling of not knowing what to do, Mycroft Holmes decided to go out for a drink... As for whether this drink will make him marry, that is his own problem. His own problems—of course, Sherlock's troubled children's problems—presumably hadn't been answered.

However, the few people who had flown back to the United States could finally take a break for a while, and Mark was extremely busy—although he had been working online all the time when he was away, he still needed to deal with some things on Facebook himself.

As soon as the morning's work was finished, the assistant said that someone wanted to see him.

"Who is it?" Mark raised his head and naturally reached out to touch the Red Bull.

"The little client who came to sign the contract last time—" Before the assistant finished speaking, Pete pushed the door open and walked in.After he entered the door, he looked at Mark with a cold, gloomy and frightening look... the Red Bull in his hand.

Mark withdrew his hand immediately: "Hi, Pete!"

"Uh-huh." Pete swaggered over and put his backpack on his work table, "Your lunch, sir, please eat up!"

Mark nodded immediately.

He took out mixed fruit juice, mild milk tea, a large box of Brazilian stew, a bowl of salad, a small steak, a small cake, two meal packs, and a small plate of pasta from the bag.

It was so hearty.

The assistant twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around and burst out laughing without holding back.

"I just finished eating too." Pete shrugged. "A little more than that—you're too weak for a grown man to eat so little, Mark."

Of course Mark knew what Pete meant—he was thin and dressed like a minor, and during the long time he was separated from Hua Duo, most of the girls around him fell in love with him instead of him Money...but probably because he is so shrewd, the girls will hardly talk to him anymore...Mark reviewed his shrewdness, the smartest thing he has now is to tie Hua Duo by his side, so it's better to do it as soon as possible Learn how to make rings.

"One more question." Pete coughed twice, "the audio of your last walk in London, you know... Dad was just testing you, but I wasn't—so, I recorded it, and I plan to announce it tonight, do you want to prepare it?"

"No need." Mark immediately denied this, "I will give you a like."

"Oh?"

"I'm telling the truth, so there is no need for more decoration." Mark continued, "But at night, I will redecorate Hua Duo's Facebook account... He has ignored it for a long time."

This is true.Pete nodded, turned and walked out.

"Skin!" Mark called to him.

Pete looked back at him suspiciously.

"I mean... we may have a lot of things... Hua Duo and I, there will always be a lot of things between us... This is why I don't want to talk to him-you... can you understand ?” Mark asked a little cautiously.It has to be said that he really likes Pete, but Pete is different from other children, different from himself, even...different from his own child in his fantasy.

The child in Mark's fantasy, maybe he is a surrogate, maybe he is adopted, but it must be what he expects, what he has always wanted... so he can grow up and play with him, just like all Silly Daddy was the same - but Pete hadn't given him the chance at all.