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December 12, Christmas Eve, Sherlock Holmes' old house.

Early in the morning, Christine woke up Rumlow in the bed, and whispered in his ear: "Behave better."

"Meet the elders?"

"Wonderful thought, you are just my temporary leased boyfriend now."

"I'm free, so it's better to make the fake come true." A turn over fell on Christine.

Christine rolled her eyes in contempt: "Ha..."

After arguing for a while, the two of them settled down.

The two childish ghosts in the living room are still bickering, the high-spirited housewife is happily humming an opera in the kitchen in the early morning, and old Mr. Holmes is leisurely flipping through the newspaper on the sofa, turning a deaf ear to the noise from the outside world.

The two tortured brothers decided to put aside their prejudices for a while.

The dawdling Sherlock picked up the violin in the box.

A burst of melodious tones sounded, listening to Sherlock's Christmas song, Christine, who had just entered the living room, put down the rumlo, and sat down in front of the piano with itchy hands and played Sherlock's tune. In the kitchen, Holmes The sound of the wife's opera gradually faded away, and the living room was completely refreshed.Of course, except for the slightly cramped Rumlow sitting opposite Mr. Holmes.

Mrs. Holmes walked out of the kitchen carrying a large plate of breakfast, and Rumlow quickly took it.

Compared with the government lord who sat firmly on the sofa, although he was older, he was considerate of Christine, and Brock, who cared about the elders, was obviously more liked by her. Invite everyone to eat.

After breakfast, the well-fed men sat outside, and Mrs. Holmes, who was not lacking in feminine nature, dragged Christine to the kitchen.

"Rumlo is nice. You have been talking for so many years. When are you going to get married?" Mrs. Holmes asked enthusiastically.

"I'm only in my early 20s, it's still early, and neither Mycroft nor Sherlock has dated yet." Christine obediently listened to the elder's urging marriage.

Aunt Moxi helplessly put the cleaned dishes and chopsticks away, and complained to Christine: "They! They're married to work."

Christine rolled her eyes slyly: "It may be that there are not many women around them, and they haven't found the one that suits them."

"Yeah, I remember Mike talking about two in middle school. Sherlock, oh, Charlie's always the kid who didn't grow up."

After washing her hands, Christine whispered, "This is great!"

"Wendy, you will have a good family, and Rumlow will be a good father." Mrs. Holmes looked at her lovingly.

Christine looked at the aggrieved Rumlow who was squeezed by two Holmes outside: "Father... oh, that's a tragic assumption."

After the break, Christine pulled the big leather and directed the three young and strong men.

"Charlie, put the snowflake back in its place." Christine shouted at Sherlock on the ladder speechlessly.

"Not."

"Do you want to go to heaven like the savior's cousin?"

"Yes, you are right." Sherlock handed the snowflake to Rumlow on the left indifferently, "You are so unfortunate!"

"No, I'm honored," Rumlow replied in his husky, smoking voice.

Holmes, who avoided excessive dopamine secretion, ignored the ugly goldfish in front of him, and pointed at Christine: "It's time for you to let Mycroft exercise. Be careful that you are old."

After decorating the Christmas tree below, Mycroft stood outside talking to someone on the phone.

In the living room, Mrs. Holmes, who was originally very happy, saw her eldest son's phone calls, and shouted angrily outside: "Mycroft, if you need work, then ask Cynthia to pick you up..."

Mycroft carefully covered the phone: "Oh, mum, here we come."

Lower your voice and give instructions to the other end: "Remember, you have never received similar news, you know, destroy it!"

Sherlock gloated and listened to his mother scolding his brother mercilessly, and grabbed Christine who wanted to go forward: "Your 'contract' boyfriend is still there, Wendy."

Honestly decorate the whole house, and purchase enough ingredients in the refrigerator.The Holmes couple, who were about to show their talents, drove Rumlow out who wanted to help.

Sherlock suddenly thought: "Why did you give something to your assistant?"

"Brain." Christine pointed to her head proudly.

"Looks like it's Felicity Elixir." Sherlock glanced at Christine and concluded.

"Bug." An unhappy Christine retorted.

Sherlock, who got the answer, shrugged and lay on the sofa boredly. Rumlow, who came out of the kitchen, was only glanced at by him.

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Most people will spend the Christmas Eve dinner with their families, even high-level government officials, but sometimes it has to be said that the presence of family members is indeed a restriction.

A beaming attorney general teases his first grandson in his seat.

The potbellied finance minister is galloping in the bed of the little lover.

The iron-blooded Minister of Defense is sitting alone in the office, thinking about something.

The temperamental lady secretary of state accepted her husband's invitation to dance with a smile on her face.

And the dark night does not know what hides.

'Ding'

The fat turkey was hot out of the oven, and the owners in the living room were all indifferent.

Pressing down on Rumlow who was about to work, while Holmes and his wife were still busy with their backs, Christine pulled out his wand, and the turkey in the oven flew in the air without a sound, and the dishes and chopsticks had already arrived at the designated position one step ahead .

Sherlock: "Hmph! Magic."

"It's innate, there's no way, you can't be envious." Christine deliberately waved her wand in front of him.

"Half."

"That's better than someone sneaking around with my wand and trying it countless times and not having a single 'spark'."

Shocked Sherlock: "I was experimenting."

Christine said perfunctorily, "Whatever you say."

With more and more food on the table, dinner finally begins

Mycroft and Sherlock also got up and 'hold up a bottle of soy sauce'. Christine looked at the suit jacket on the back of the sofa, moved her fingers lightly, and followed to the dining table as if nothing had happened.

It is a routine activity after dinner every year.

Sherlock played soothing music, and the living room was spacious enough for two couples to dance.

Holmes and his wife had already walked into the arena without hesitation. Rumlow was about to invite Christine, but McCoff, who was already prepared, took a step ahead.

Putting it on Mycroft's shoulder, Christine looked at him questioningly.

After wandering around for a long time, Mycroft took the lead to bring up the topic: "It's not necessarily a bad thing to be confused sometimes."

Christine narrowed her eyes slightly, and said as if nothing had happened: "It depends on what happened. A thorn is stuck in the wound. If you don't pull it out, the wound will never heal."

Looking at her unflinching eyes, Mycroft sighed softly: "Even if the result is something you can't bear?"

"of course."

"I hope you will always be so determined, Wendy..."

"I will."

After the song was over, Rumlow stood up and walked towards the two of them.

"Finally, think carefully before doing things, you have too many tails."

Christine: "..."

#You think everyone is you, I#

'jingle bell, jingle bell'

"Hi, hello, this is..."

In the White House, the president was happily enjoying a delicious dinner with his family when the secretary from the office rushed over.

Panting: "Mr. President, I must interrupt your dinner. Something happened to four cabinet ministers."

The author has something to say: The author was so stupid that he fell down and scratched his wrist. Today, he tried hard to knock out letters one by one, and only these were polished. I don’t know what will happen to my hands tomorrow. I will try my best to change them.

Routine question: Spoiler alert, 3 ministers will die, who are they?