[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

Things progressed easier than McCoff imagined, and this was the beginning of everything gradually starting to develop in a good direction.

Irene is a smart enough woman. The information McCoff got from other places is that Moriarty didn't get the key to Irene's part, but only knew that Irene held the key. A transaction is exchanged.

And that His Royal Highness was actually John's reader, which made her very happy to let Sherlock participate in the recovery of the indecent photos.

Sherlock and John are Internet celebrities now, and in mid-August, some tabloids reported that they were the hat detective and his bachelor assistant.The Bachelor is an allusion, in the mouth of the tabloids, to those gay people who are not out. John is honored to take the position of the assistant who has a crush on the great detective. It sounds like the indispensable position of the beautiful lover and assistant in the novel, an indispensable position in a legendary novel.

In fact, compared to Sherlock, Mycroft believes that the people sent by the CIA are better able to get back the phone.

When he decided to do something against Irene, McCoff called his younger brother in 221B to Buckingham Palace, in order to let his colleagues prove the appointment of this job at the same time, so that his younger brother would not be arrested after the job was completed. The scandal of the royal family is tied up with things that should not be known.

However, it looks like something went wrong.

At nine o'clock in the morning and almost noon, his younger brother was still moving around with only a bed sheet on.

This is common in 221B and Mycroft's mansion, but so is his younger brother in Buckingham Palace!

When McCoff heard the report, he couldn't help but feel dizzy again. His younger brother seemed to never care about face and majesty. He still did so when he knew he was going to report to Buckingham Palace, so he originally planned to be responsible for those McCaw, who appeared with His Highness Harry, went to the drawing room a few minutes earlier.He has to at least convince his little brother to get dressed first!

From quite a distance, McCoff could see his young brother's appearance like a Greek goddess, wrapped in a white sheet and sitting calmly on the sofa. Fortunately, Buckingham Palace is covered with carpets, so bare feet are not afraid of catching cold!

Mycroft thought so in his heart, and he had to listen to Sherlock and John joking that McCoff was Her Royal Highness. McCoff didn't want to show his helplessness on his face, but he couldn't help but licked his dry lower lip. His expression is no longer complacent.

"You two, can you be a little grown-up once in a while?"

Mycroft walked to the opposite side of the two, this time Sherlock didn't reply, but John replied first, "We solved the case, I wrote it on the blog, he even forgot to put on his underwear, don't count on Mr. Bar."

"I'm working on a case, Mycroft." Sherlock's voice lost the narrowness just now, and it sounded like McCoff interrupted his high-spirited speech at an international conference.

McCoff feels that there is no need to expect the two people to have a closer relationship. Now it seems that he is more like the brother of two children. This is more helpless and more relaxing. McCoff puts With both hands in his trouser pockets, "What? Hikers and car backfires? I read the police report, don't you think it's a bit too obvious?"

"It's clear at a glance!"

"Then let's do the next one." His younger brother just couldn't stand the excitement. John was surprised that he hadn't figured out the case yet. Mycroft picked up his younger brother's clothes on the table, and Sherlock He was still indifferent, and even turned his head when he heard McCoff's words.

"We're at Buckingham Palace, the center of the British Empire, Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on."

Sherlock's stubbornness has always been a headache for Mycroft, until Harry appeared, his little brother still didn't intend to put on clothes, really, it made McCoff's mood not so happy.It's not just a matter of faux pas, it's just plain unpleasant.

"Please allow me to apologize for the condition of my younger brother."

Mycroft maintained normal social etiquette, but his younger brother was indifferent, looking around with displeasure.

Mycroft can tolerate his little brother wearing a sheet in his house, in 221B, in private, but can't tolerate him being so immature at other times!

He maintained a normal tone and did not show his displeasure, but his body had already started to stiffen, listening to his younger brother's words.

"... Both sides are too troublesome, good morning!" Sherlock dragged his Greek robe and was about to go out.

His little brother needs a lesson!

Mycroft couldn't help stepping on the sheet!

Crisply—the sheet fell down.

Must be the first, the first half-naked man to walk around Buckingham Palace.

"This is a major national event, be more mature!" Mycroft lowered his voice, but finally couldn't help but growl out. He didn't know whether to be annoyed at Sherlock, or annoyed at his action of stepping on the sheet just now. Sherlock was really angry. Not even a pair of underwear!When the sheet fell off, his little brother's white ass was almost exposed!

"Get off my sheet!"

"Or what?"

The two roared like cheetahs confronting each other, and Mycroft's growl was undisguised!

When Mycroft thought Sherlock would threaten him with something he shouldn't say, Sherlock put on a relaxed expression, "Otherwise I'll just walk out like this."

Sounds like he's going to ask Mycroft to walk out naked!He actually threatened Mycroft with his nakedness! ?This made McCaughey laugh back with rage, and his tone was raised: "I'llletyou."

The scene was tense because of the confrontation between the brothers, and the two brothers only had eyes for the other side, and they were too angry to hear John's interjection trying to ease the atmosphere.

When John thought that the tragedy of brothers turning against each other would happen in Buckingham Palace, a scene that made John feel unbelievable happened. Sherlock, who had always been aggressive and arrogant, compromised first.

Sherlock closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He compromised first, he couldn't really leave Buckingham Palace naked!

Mycroft couldn't help taking a deep breath to relax. He swore that if Sherlock really planned to go out naked, he would use his long-wasted skills to settle Sherlock, throw him back to his mansion and lock him up for a few days, so that He understands exactly what not to do!

"Look at where you stand, and deductive reasoning, you are employed by the highest-status person in the country, ForGod'ssake!" Mycroft's roar, no longer restrained from the bass, echoed in the entire living room!

As soon as Mycroft finished yelling, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Harry, damn it!This was the first time Mycroft lost his composure in Buckingham Palace, and he only saw Harry looking at Sherlock's back with a probing expression.

Sherlock now looks more like those paintings of the Impressionists, with only a sheet around his lower body, revealing his pale upper body!

"Put on my clothes!" Mycroft deliberately lowered his voice somewhat hoarsely.

The quilt turmoil finally ended with Sherlock's compromise, and Mycroft took Sherlock to his personal room to change clothes.

The not-so-large room sees the delicacy of details everywhere, the exquisite appliances are placed in their proper positions, and there is a window with a good view in the sunny wall, but it is covered by heavy curtains at the moment, because in this At the time when the sun was shining, someone changed his indecent clothes in here—sheets!

Sherlock was in the room, but he clung to his own quilt tightly. He stared at Mycroft with a disgusted look, and Mycroft folded it with one hand, covering it with his younger brother's suit. On the side of the legs, the back of the shoulders stood upright by the door, like a qualified butler, but his eyes were fixed on his young brother's bony back without hesitation.

Sherlock confronted the pile of clothes for a long time, and finally couldn't help turning around, facing Mycroft, "Dearbro, didn't your master teach you the proper etiquette?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "Mylord, I'm just afraid that my little master might wear the wrong clothes when I don't notice."

"Damnit!" Sherlock looked like a teased cat, and when Mycroft thought he was going to rush up and bite him, he turned away.

Sherlock let go of his hand and let it pile up on the carpet belonging to Buckingham Palace. He didn't shy away—it could even be said to show deliberately—the curve of his back. He bent down along a circular arc, with his shoulder blades and spine aligned Under the skin, it was moving like a creature in the sand dunes, mysterious, weird and alluring. He casually flipped through the clothes that were placed on the bed.

Black socks on one side, then a black shirt, then trousers, fine, no tie or bow tie.

"Damn it! They didn't bring me any underwear!" Sherlock spread out the pile and showed it to Mycroft, who sat down on the bed.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows. "Obviously they didn't know you had a real vacuum under the sheets. I wish I had clean ones in here." Mycroft meant unworn.

There was a faint red light in the room through the dark curtains, and Sherlock sat on the bed in a graceful manner, waiting for Mycroft's underwear. Mycroft was about to turn over the cabinet, but there was still no movement.

Mycroft stroked his forehead. In fact, he had very little time to rest here, and only had a little change of clothes. There were no unused underwear at all.

Mycroft took out his mobile phone, "You have to wait a little longer, I'll ask someone to deliver one."

Sherlock interrupted Mycroft, he got up and went to McCoff, took out a pair of white silk underwear from the neatly arranged, "No! I don't mind if you don't find someone to fuck Borrow one of yours. Areyou?"

Mycroft certainly doesn't mess around!The answer to Sherlock was speechless, and he watched his younger brother take a pair of his own underwear and start to pull it up.

Sherlock disliked the panties while pulling them on, "The silk is too bad! It's still square!" Sherlock is a panty, with a fairer panty on his buttocks.

McCoff couldn't help rebutting for his boxers, "The boxers are better ventilated, and the silk material is more in line with the needs of the human body. Long-term high temperature and airtightness will affect sexual performance."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and laughed at Mycroft, "I hope you need that ability"