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When Lestrade stretched out his arm towards Anna, his face was a little dazed for a moment.

This is a very good woman, gentle, kind, and loving, but it is clear that Lestrade always feels that there is something missing.

Anna is a teacher with the patience and gentleness of a teacher.She works in a middle school and is usually very busy, and she regards the students as more important than herself. From another perspective, she is also a person who loves her work. From this point of view, they are a good match. Work takes up time with each other and quarrels.

Lestrade had known Anna through a case in which the dead victim was her husband.Anna was called by the police as a direct contact. At that time, Anna seemed very calm. After all, she and her husband had been separated for two years, and they could go through divorce procedures soon, so they should have lost their relationship early.

But Lestrade saw the poor woman hiding behind the sofa and covering her mouth and crying like a poor little animal when no one was around. The kind Mr. Inspector walked over and handed her a handkerchief.

This is the kindness of Mr. Inspector, but also because of this, Anna fell in love with him, and used the tenderness and tolerance of a woman to make the good Inspector rekindle the idea of ​​"maybe we should start a family".

Their love affair developed rapidly, and it seemed that before Lestrade could figure out whether he loved her or not, he had already nodded to the woman's hopeful eyes.

A little irresponsible, Lestrade knew that he might not be sincere, but he was sure that he would make this woman happy.

Anna was a good woman, and suitable enough for him. When such a good girl asked him if he would like to start a family, Lestrade could think of no reason to refuse.

It's just that he remembered Holmes, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, for a moment, but it was only for a moment.The hazy feeling at the beginning would have been diluted by time, and there was always no possibility between them.

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Mr. Inspector is very popular. Apart from Sherlock, who is looking for a new roommate all over London, who has firmly stated that he will not come, many people have replied to Lestrade's invitation and said that they will definitely be there.

Due to the number of people, Lestrade had to give up the idea of ​​finding a small church, but rented a manor in the suburbs, where the open space ensured that he had enough space to entertain the guests.

"Greg, what are you thinking?"

Anna, who was dressed in a snow-white wedding dress, walked over with a smile, and gently wrapped Lestrade's arm with her white gloved arm.

Lestrade glanced at the wine glass in his hand, which contained the champagne that Anna liked, not the red wine that Lestrade liked.But it doesn't matter at all, just like what Lestrade wants is a family, a commitment, and a responsibility, and his own thoughts are often put at the end.

Facing Anna's exquisitely made-up face, Lestrade smiled, and put the glass in his hand aside: "I was thinking that maybe when I made a wrong decision, without a best man, those telegrams might have to be read by the bridesmaids." Yes," said Lestrade, lowering his voice, "I just saw that the nice girl you invited didn't look very happy, and I'm afraid she won't like the job."

Anna covered her mouth and laughed after hearing this, and then whispered: "You can't let Sophia hear this, she will be unhappy, you know she just broke up with her boyfriend yesterday, oh, poor girl."

Lestrade couldn't hear the pity in Anna's voice, and the sympathy in Anna's expression, because the woman who is about to get married is immersed in her own little happiness at this moment, and it will be easy for him to ignore it. The feelings of others, whether it is joy or pain, because she feels that she is the happiest now.

When you are happy, you always ignore the unhappiness around you. This is human instinct.

Lestrade also smiled, and patted Anna on the shoulder with a calm expression: "Go and meet your friends, oh, and your students, I just saw a few boys looking at me It’s time to wait to come up and fight with me.”

Anna blinked: "Why?"

Lestrade shrugged: "Maybe I stole their goddess, but I did, and I'm sure they can't beat me."

Anna laughed again when she heard this. Her future partner always likes to make her happy in a very peaceful way. It's not a love story, but it's very sweet.

Lestrade didn't have much time to hold a bachelor party, so he didn't have time to enjoy his last single time. When Anna was surrounded by a group of children laughing, Lestrade didn't participate in it, but took out Picked up the phone and looked at a phone number on it.

Mycroft Holmes, the number he had never dialed on his own initiative.

Lestrade wanted to invite him to be his best man, but it was clear that what that person needed to shoulder was the mission of the British Empire, and had nothing to do with him.

Sighing, Lestrade wanted to put the phone in his pocket, but at this moment, the phone vibrated.

Lestrade looked up and walked to the corner after realizing that no one was paying attention to him, pretending to be picking out the right cookie, but he frowned when he saw the caller ID.

After pressing the answer button, Lestrade lowered his voice: "Sherlock, I thought you were preparing for your future roommate."

On the other side of the phone, the cello-like voice that had become deep came: "Of course, Green, he is the most suitable person I have met, but there was some trouble in the middle, so I had to drive him out, he Don't like my Mr. Lagrange, Lagrange has been staying in the refrigerator."

Out of his usual understanding of Sherlock, Lestrade didn't ask who that "Mr. Lagrange" was, and pressed his forehead: "If you're just here to complain, Sherlock, I I think you chose the wrong time. Today is my wedding day, and I wanted to invite you to be my best man, but you refused."

"Yeah, I'd definitely say no, I'm not the first person you'd think of and that's annoying me, and besides, that's boring."

Sina's Lestrade, who is defined as a "boring" wedding, has learned not to be angry with some of his words and vocabulary. After all, this is a guy who sees everyone as a goldfish, and sarcasm is endless.

Changing the position of the cookie, Lestrade held up the phone and said, "Then if you have nothing else, I think I..."

"Of course, Green, I think you'll have a memorable day." Sherlock's business sounded casual, and Lestrade was sure he heard something explode.

"...What? Sherlock, what are you messing with?" Lestrade was a little nervous.

The other side was quiet for a few seconds, Sherlock obviously left the accident site, he coughed twice, and then said as if impatient: "Someone is back, but I won't tell you, because you just behaved to me Out of boredom."

"Hey, Sherlock, you really look like a little bastard|, and, besides, my name is not Green!"

The answer to Lestrade was the phone that had already been hung up.

Somewhat angrily, he took a piece of cookie and stuffed it into his mouth, and the sticky feeling made his mouth uncomfortable.

Lestrade still couldn't understand why such a cold man would like such sweet things.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a voice: "Sir, I don't seem to have seen your name on the invitation."

This is Anna's voice.

Lestrade turned his head, and it became the decision he regretted most in his life.

A tall and thin man stood at the door holding a black umbrella, looking inside with an indifferent expression.He was wearing a pure black coat, which made him look slender, but this dress was obviously not suitable for a wedding.He looked out of place in a crowd dressed in warm colours.

And that face, even after two years, Lestrade still remembered it clearly.

Mycroft, the man who had been obsessed with having dinner with Lestrade.

And what Lestrade regretted was that he must look stupid now.

Holding the mobile phone, with a crushed cookie stuffed in his mouth, looking bulging, he was looking at Mycroft in a daze, making him look a little silly.

Mycroft, however, did not taunt him, but raised his eyebrows and strode towards him.

When cornered by this skilled man, Lestrade cursed inwardly.

If given a choice, Lestrade would choose not to eat that cookie, not answer that phone call, or even leave this ghostly place directly, instead of being firmly suppressed by that person who is firmly suppressing him in terms of height and aura like now. A man in black stands in the corner.

Damn Holmes, bastard!

Both big and small!

The author has something to say: Brother Mai is back, let’s make some fun~

Come to grab people, sprinkle flowers~

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Mai Ge is definitely a control freak + narcissist + obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the Holmes family are all perfectionists, the identification is complete