[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Bai Qi stood at the edge of the table in a little embarrassment and greeted Mrs. Hudson. She dared not look into the eyes of Mrs. Sherlock now!

Mrs. Holmes thoughtfully pulled her to sit on a chair beside her, looked at her short hair, and said leisurely, "Long hair looks good."

awkward!

Mrs. Hudson, wearing a purple skirt, warmly made them a cup of hot tea, and also praised Mrs. Holmes' manicure. The two chatted enthusiastically, and glanced at Bai Qi from time to time, which made her feel very embarrassed. .

After chatting for a while, Xu Shi noticed Bai Qi's embarrassment.Mrs. Hudson smiled ambiguously, and then found an excuse, and then the two of them were left staring at each other face to face. What's the matter with this ugly daughter-in-law's sense of déjà vu when she sees her in-laws.

Mrs. Holmes smiled like a chrysanthemum, and held her hand very kindly, and asked, "Little girl, what's your name?"

Bai Qi nervously evoked a stiff smile, and replied, "Bai Qi."

"Chinese?"

"Ah."

"painter?"

"Huh?" Bai Qi quickly waved his hands. Although he was a student of painting, he was not considered a powerful figure like a painter.

Oluos glanced at Mrs. Holmes with some doubts, as if asking how she knew.

Mrs. Holmes covered her mouth and smiled, and said mysteriously, "You have a pair of hands that create art."

"What?"

"Do you like Sherlock?"

Bai Qi looked at Mrs. Holmes in astonishment, thinking a little too far!

"He's a very nice person." She couldn't say, I've missed your son for a long time.

Holmes looked into her eyes earnestly for an embarrassingly long time, and finally heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Stay by his side."

Then he started talking to himself: "Sherlock is a dull boy."

"He needs someone to guide him." Bai Qi: Boss, I don't have such great skills! ! !fall!

It was the nth time that McCoff approached Oulos with a cup of hot milk. Someone's expression cracked a little, and he said flatly, "I don't want to drink milk."

Mycroft put the milk in silently, heated it again after it was cold, and brought it in front of Olos again.

Oulos sighed, and said to Mycroft expressionlessly: "I feel sick when I see this thing, can you make it go away?"

"Drinking more milk is good for your body. Milk contains peptides that can regulate the physiological functions of the body. It can exert an anesthetic and analgesic effect similar to opium, making the whole body feel comfortable without becoming addicted."

Oulos swallowed with a wry smile, and finally drank the glass of milk.

McCauf also said: "Drinking a glass of milk before going to bed can not only supplement nutrition, but also stabilize the mood of pregnant women, promote sleep, and benefit the development and growth of the fetus..."

Olos covered Mycroft excitedly: "Stop! Stop!"

"Mycroft, I don't need you to recite the encyclopedia for me!!" Why do I feel that McCoff has a tendency to develop more and more like Tang Seng.

That night, Olos had a "nightmare" dream...

McCoff was wearing crotch pants, with a chubby body twisting and twisting, with a bottle the size of a Big Mac in his hand, coaxing her in the cradle: "Little baby, be good."

"Drinking milk will make you grow up quickly." As he spoke, he picked up the huge feeding bottle and stuffed it into her mouth.

As a result, she choked and cried uncontrollably, and then... Mycroft twisted her buttocks to hear her heart-piercing roar, and couldn't stop grabbing her shoulders with both hands and shaking them vigorously. (I feel like my stomach is about to be shaken out~)

"Why! This is why! Why don't you drink the love milk I made for you!!"

"You clearly know the importance of milk to your growth, spicy~so sublime, spicy(la)~ noble, spicy so much my love~~" (I love you~ love love~ endless~, I can Day, month, year, and forever.)

"You clearly know that milk needs you to drink it. This feeling makes it collapse, and it makes me torn apart, riddled with holes and cuts and bruises."

"How dare you not love milk, regardless of all its grievances, my grievances~"

With tears in his eyes, McCoff hugged a bucket of milk. Such a head of hair covered a slightly higher hairline, twisted his ass, a pair of passionate eyes, a high nose bridge, peach blush Cheeks, bloated body, Erkang's nostrils~ Said: "No... none of this is true."

"Tell me~~"

Erkang's hand in Maikoff version ~ "You love milk~ You ask me how much I love you, how much I love you~~"

Oulos said stiffly: "Well, I just choked for a while~ Can I continue drinking?"

In the end, Mycroft twisted his buttocks, rubbed Olos's shoulders, and warmed his tears, facing the wind and the sun~~~~ The two of them drank a bucket of milk~~~

Oulos woke up from the dream profusely in sweat, and saw Mycroft with a concerned look beside her, and said, "Oh, don't dare not drink milk anymore, don't become Erkang."

Mycroft was bewildered.

The next day, Mrs. Holmes brought her luggage and moved into Mycroft's villa. Mycroft rubbed his temples with a headache.

"Mum, this is Olos."

Mrs. Holmes froze for a moment, "Oluos?"

O'Ross wondered and looked at Mrs. Holmes' slightly stiff face.

"I have a child named Olos." Mrs. Holmes said coldly, looking at Mycroft.

Mycroft gave a perfect smirk: "Mommy, her name is Olos Olos."

Mrs. Holmes held her trembling wrist and smiled kindly at Oluos: "Son, Mycroft and I have something to talk about."

Olos thoughtfully left a space for them and said, "Then I'll play with the computer for a while."

Mycroft frowned slightly, and hurriedly said: "Don't play for too long, the radiation is too much."

Embarrassed by Olos, she nodded perfunctorily, which seemed rather tangled in Mrs. Holmes' eyes.

Mycroft made her a cup of Longjing tea very considerately. Olos likes its mellow and fresh taste, and I believe Mommy will like it too.

Mrs. Holmes lowered her face, obviously not appreciative, she frowned and said, "Mycroft, why can't you...be more mature like Sherlock?"

Mycroft raised a smirk, and he didn't mean to refute at all. When it comes to Mommy, he has always been the immature one.

"Tell me, is she really Olos?" Her eyes were red for a moment, and she choked up as she spoke, "You told me that Olos is dead."

"Bad thing, she's your sister."

Mycroft handed the tea to Mummy, but was immediately knocked over by Mrs. Holmes angrily.Her chest heaved violently, and she said viciously, "You told me, my dear Olos was burned to death. You, you have deceived your poor mother for so many years."

Mycroft calmed down and said, "She's not Olos Holmes."

Mrs. Holmes looked at Mycroft hesitantly: "But..."

"Sherlock knows about it too."

Only then did Mrs. Holmes calm down. She believed that Mycroft would not deceive herself, at least Sherlock absolutely disdained lying, but she did not see the sadness flashing in McCoff's eyes.

It may be because of the elder brother. He has the responsibility to protect his family and guide his younger siblings, but the youngest child is always the one parents care most about.

Every time Sherlock did something bad, Mrs. Holmes always scolded: "As a big brother, why can't you take good care of your little brother."

Every time Mycroft couldn't take good care of his family because of work, Mrs. Holmes always said: "Sherlock is always the most caring."

"Mycroft, why don't you learn from Sherlock."

"You are a big brother. I don't understand why you make such a mistake. You should be a good example. Mycroft, why can't you be more mature."

McCoff took a sip of coffee, asked the butler to arrange a guest room for Mrs. Holmes, and went back to accompany Olos.

"You don't look very happy." Olos saw Mycroft come in with a blank face, holding a cup of warm coffee in his hand. If it was normal, she would definitely reject this evil cup (liu) Grandma (lai), but she always felt that McCoff was not very happy.

After drinking the milk silently, he watched McCoff turn on the computer to deal with business without saying a word.

"If you're busy, you can go to work first."

Mycroft turned his head, "You don't want me to stay here?"

Olos pursed her lips, and then saw Mycroft get up to pack the files.

"I didn't mean that, Mycroft."

Mycroft raised a smile and left the bedroom.

When Bai Qi returned to the hall in a fog, he saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa with his palms folded, looking like he was meditating.

"Aren't you asking something?"

Sherlock didn't mean to open his eyes, moved his lips and asked, "What?"

"Like what did you talk about?"

Sherlock continued with a blank expression: "She can always use her imagination in the relationship between people. Before that, she always thought that Watson was my partner. Since Watson got married, she has always regarded Watson as my partner. Hope rests on Molly."

"No surprise, she must have told you something about me and you."

Bai Qi's old face was embarrassed: "I didn't hear the last sentence clearly, can you speak slowly?"

The author has something to say: Thank you ~ everyone? Support ~

I'm waiting for them to get married~~~~

As for the scandal between McCoff and the old woman (granny~~~)~~~I don’t know~~I don’t know~I know~ah~,