[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

If Mycroft could give him the most severe punishment at every appropriate moment, then he would not still be a spoiled child at the age of 27 and almost [-].

This has him now causing accidents in Mycroft's bedroom when he doesn't get a satisfactory answer.

"You should go back to Baker Street." Mycroft was used to his little brother's tossing so much that he couldn't sleep. He reminded him to look at himself naked in the mirror.

Sherlock stood naked in front of the mirror, and he even turned on the lights nearby. His complexion was beautiful, only the buttocks were a little fairer in the shape of panties, his limbs were long and slender, and the adult objects were undisguised. Between the legs, and then he said, "Aren't I attractive at all? Obviously your heart beat faster when you faced me once." Sherlock asked solemnly.

Mycroft looked at Sherlock without any change in his gaze, as if Sherlock was wearing his usual windbreaker, he knew that his younger brother was asking seriously, not joking.

"In fact, even John didn't say anything about my temptation."

Mycroft glanced at his little brother again, and if blinking a single eye was considered seductive, then John really didn't understand it.

"Even you, a fat man, are indifferent to me now." Mycroft didn't even want to lift his head, he fixed his eyes on Sherlock's fashion magazines.

Sherlock stared at himself in the mirror, and said, "Maybe I need a fur."

Mycroft raised his head and glanced at his younger brother. There is no doubt that his younger brother has a good command of fashion and beauty. The dark gorgeous fur and the white body full of beautiful lines must be very beautiful. Those fashion The magazine was not wasted, but Mycroft rolled his eyes, "Every piece of fur requires countless useless killings."

"You should go back to Baker Street." Mycroft repeated again, actually John will be back to 221B in a few days.

"If you plan to stay here for a long time, I will notify John on your behalf. At the same time, I will help you quit Mrs. Hudson's house. At the same time, your door control time will be set at nine o'clock. If it is out of date, I will notify Reis Trade's control over the number of cases. Three meals at the same time must be served at the same time with me, except of course when I am with the Queen."

Sherlock glared at Mycroft, who desperately needed a violin to express his anger, "Do you think you will always have a three and a half year old brother?"

"Sherlock." Mycroft relaxed his brows, trying to chat with Sherlock, "If you want to have a new relationship, you should do what you do instead of grabbing me , fighting with your older brother like a 12 year old.

Actually, believe me, John is much better than you think, he doesn't have the integrity you think.

For every soldier. "

Mycroft's tone was low, and he really expressed his expulsion of Sherlock, "If you want it, you shouldn't just act like this."

Sherlock was lying on the bed with his back to Mycroft, and he didn't make any noise, but his whole body carried a hint of my displeasure.

Mycroft didn't want Sherlock leaving his apartment so angry that it would interfere with his relationship with John, and he planned to at least let Sherlock know the answer to the question he had moved in.

"About what you want to know--my love--if you will use your brain--"

-----Next Chapter-------

When John returned to 221B, what he saw was Sherlock sitting on the sofa, dazed with a strangely happy expression on his face.

daze?

John was shocked for a moment, and then thought, he must have misunderstood, and with Sherlock's personality, he must be thinking, there is nothing wrong!Must be thinking!

"John! I've called you three times. I need a pen. Bring me a pen."

John slammed his luggage on the sofa and made sure again while unbuttoning his coat, "Are you sure? Three times, call me?"

Sherlock didn't lift his eyelids, took the pen from John, took out a piece of paper, didn't know what he was writing on, and replied naturally: "Of course, otherwise, why don't I ask Mrs. Hudson to come up and get me some paper?" Is it just a pen?"

"But you asked me in New Zealand to get you a pen???!!"

John raised his voice, and then said in disbelief, "Could it be that you have been calling me in New Zealand to pack your things for you these few days when I was away!!!"

John had been in New Zealand for weeks, and he thought Sherlock would have found out in the morning!As a result, he saw Sherlock glance at the table, "Oh, so you are in New Zealand, so you didn't handle those experimental items for me?"

It was unbearable, "You really should pay more attention to your roommate, and treat me as a servant, I will really do things you can't imagine! I have killed people!!"

John angrily picked up his luggage again, turned and went upstairs.

"Of course I care, you went to New Zealand, oh, judging by the corruption of my experimental subjects, you have been there for at least three weeks, with you Sarah, you want to update you, I am sorry to mention this , it looks like you guys had a bad day instead, and I guess she'll be happy to break up with you, probably in a few weeks."

"I really killed people!!!" John threw the bag away, turned around and stretched out his fist to Sherlock.

The dusty room is in chaos!

An hour later, Sherlock was still gasping for air, feeling like he had a broken rib in his chest.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not broken. I'm a doctor, and the strength is definitely within the safe range."

The little blond military doctor saw Sherlock reaching for his ribs again, and turned his head, showing a fierce smile.

"I hope you don't say that your brother never beat you like this. I guess your childhood must have been miserable.

It can be seen that McCoff's position used to have good skills, and you almost beat you up. "

Sherlock took another breath, and said rather disgustingly, "That fat man."

However, I don't know if it was John's illusion, it seemed that the corner of Sherlock's mouth turned upwards, but Sherlock immediately began to gasp again, because John had just punched him on the corner of his mouth!

John was cleaning the house. It seemed that the house not only contained Sherlock's various expired experiments, but also a layer of dust, "You probably didn't notice that I left, and I didn't even clean the house for a month! See so So much dust!"

Sherlock snorted, then went back to his notes.

When he got up early the next morning, John was like a snail girl, cleaning up the dusty room. Mrs. Hudson came up and exclaimed in the middle, "You are finally back! Look at the dust, this house I must miss you to death!"

But John didn't hear anything wrong, he thought Mrs. Hudson was just referring to himself.

Sherlock didn't even lift his eyelids, he never concealed that his relationship with Mycroft wasn't that bad, it was just that John couldn't seem to see it.

What's more, John doesn't seem to care about Sherlock at all now, and Sherlock ordered him to pour coffee and he doesn't pour it. This makes Sherlock feel innocent, and it's all McCoff's fault!

John is angry and it's all McCoff's fault!No matter how you think about it, it's McCaw's fault for not telling him that John went to New Zealand!

After several cooperations, Sherlock felt that his blogger was still very useful, at least he was able to take care of his own life, so he tried not to let John indulge in the state of ignoring himself.

So, when John picked up his laptop, he touched his BlackBerry and started to browse the webpage.

He left messages on John's webpage. In fact, Sherlock often left messages on John's webpage. He either quarreled with other messages or made various speeches to find a sense of presence. In short, every time Sherlock left a message, it attracted people's attention.

In the end, John returned Sherlock, you didn't even find out that I went to New Zealand!

Sherlock turned loudly on the sofa, and lifted his pajamas violently, almost humming.

"Pfft! I said, it's right across from me, do you need to leave a message online?"

John couldn't help laughing, Sherlock was childish like a schoolboy sometimes, and then Sherlock got up and repeated his message on the website, "You didn't even say Sarah to me!"

"Yes, I didn't say it, but didn't you reason it out yourself? And you also expected to break up.

Seriously, being with you always makes them think I'm gay. "

John couldn't stop talking about it. In fact, he and Sarah went to New Zealand this time to look like old comrades in arms.When he was in the army, there were a few people who had an affair with him, and this time they made a few jokes, and then Sarah, who had always been very sensitive about whether John was gay, became completely nervous.

I asked John out the next morning after I came back and said, "I'm really sorry, John, you are really a good boyfriend, anyway, but you are obviously more interested in men. You change, but this trip let me know you before, which made me feel more crisis, and now you obviously care more about your old friend, well, maybe the cohabitant.

I really can't bear the sense of crisis that one day my boyfriend will become someone else's girlfriend,

Let's break up. "

damned!Although it can't be as straight as a flagpole, John is really looking for a girlfriend, not a boyfriend!

So speaking of it, John vomited bitterness to Sherlock, who made most people mistakenly think that he and Sherlock were a couple.

Fortunately, John is not a person who likes to complain. After he said a few words, he changed the subject, and John suddenly thought of the thing that John cared about before he left.

"By the way, Sherlock, I've been away for a few days, have you found out? Who is that mysterious lover Sharkoff is still dating?"

"It's me!" Sherlock grinned, evoking a weird smile, which startled John again, "Is it you???"

Sherlock actually looks quite happy? John thought it was so weird!

"What do lovers usually do?"

John was taken away by Sherlock, and he counted what he did when he interacted with people, "Together often, dating, giving gifts, in fact, this is the most basic, in fact, there are many things, but, probably That’s all it will do.”

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong with that." Sherlock nodded, and John was even more strange!

"What does this have to do with you?!" John didn't realize the causal relationship at all!And what's there for Sherlock to be happy about? ?

Sherlock gave John a pitying look, "Obviously isn't it?

Do you think that Mycroft will have a lot of free time?In terms of his work, his coming to 221B is considered a high frequency.So for those who can't track him down but find him going somewhere, it counts as a date. "

John tried his best to digest that every time McCoff came to 221B was considered a date, it was really... so strange!

Is there a date that knocks the roof over every time? ?

"Okay, what about presents?" John rubbed the space between his brows, and then looked at everything around him. To be honest, he really couldn't see that there was anything in this messy room that was sent by McCauf. There was nothing messy at all. Anything that fits Mycroft's three-piece gentleman's aesthetic, and then he saw Sherlock raise his arm.