Detective Sherlock doesn't wait for the wind to blow

Hamish knew that she had a powerful father who everyone admired, but he didn't seem to love her that much.

In Hamish's view, his father's gaze on the experimental equipment was more focused and charming than on her.

She was still young, still a child.

She didn't understand how colorful and addictive such a world that was completely unfamiliar to her was in the eyes of her father who regarded everything as boring.

Hamish and Shirley grew up together, and they were barely separated.

In fact, without Uncle Watson's care for her father and her over the years, Hamish can hardly imagine what they would become.

Because of his father's unique ability to make enemies, Hamish was forced to undergo a series of training that had nothing to do with school education.

She quietly comforted herself, attributing all these to her father's unique love.Thinking about "papa can't protect you for the rest of your life, you have to protect yourself, papaloveu", it's just...impossible.

How could my father be so tender? !

Hamish’s good friend Shirley still shares weal and woe with her, but Shirley’s physical fitness seems to be much better than hers. Shirley can pass all the training items with excellence. She is smart, calm and strong. Hamish looks at her side Jiyou, who is shiny and even has golden hair shining, made up his mind once again to hug Jiyou's thigh tightly.

Hearing Shirley say that her mother is a domineering and cool agent like Bond, Uncle Watson was attracted by Shirley's mother's heroic appearance and fell in love. He resolutely gave up on his father and never returned.After Shirley was born, my father finally despaired, so I took Hamish in to help him retire.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that my father is also quite pitiful.

"Oh~ Mimi, Shirley told you this?"

Hearing the protracted tone, Hamish raised his head from his daze, and sure enough, he saw his uncle's face with an evil smile.

Swallowing, Hamish turned and ran to the opposite side, squeezed into the sofa occupied by his father with only a slight gap.

Sherlock casually glanced at the panicked little girl clutching the corner of his shirt, lowered his eyes again, and typed on the computer.

"Mimi~"

Mykoff smiled at Hamish again, and was not surprised to hear the little girl's delicate and slightly arrogant voice, "Don't call me Mimi".

Being called "Mimi" by Mykoff always reminded Hamish of the big bad wolf and the little white rabbit, well, the little white cat didn't matter.

Hamish heard his father casually asking his uncle, and his uncle replied with the same smile that he would bring back the 7 MI6 members who trained Hamish and Shirley.

This is the third time this month that the same answer has been answered, Hamish pouted, thinking that if she could really take it away, she would really be thankful.God knows, even if she trains for another ten years, she will not be able to pass the requirements set by her father.

However, "Uncle is really arrogant, if you want to see your father, just say so."

When Mykoff heard the girl's words, his smile widened and his tone became sweet, which made Hamish feel toothache, "Mimi, uncle is willing to come here because of you."

Hamish: ... Uncle, show some face.

Sherlock patted Hamish on the head, "Mimi, get down".

Treat casually like a pet cat.

Hamish knew that meant he was going to get up, but he still felt uncomfortable.Open your arms in the same way, like all spoiled daughters, want to hug her down.

Sherlock glanced at her quietly, and Hamish saw the indifference in those beautiful eyes again.

"Ok."

Hamish shrugged, trying to ignore the disappointment in his heart. As before, he jumped off the sofa pretending not to care, sat cross-legged on the carpet, and plucked his hair in boredom.

Hamish heard a familiar voice from above his head, full of mockery, "What a messy kitten."

Hamish felt his nose sore, didn't look up, and wiped the inexplicable water from his eyes with his sleeve.

Anyway, one day, she, Hamish, would pull all the teeth out of this nasty man's mouth.

Mykoff had already left, taking with him the cute bag of cookies that Hamish had just made, and before leaving, he told Sherlock that the purpose of the bag of cookies was to bribe the newcomer on the next street. handsome blond boy.

Hamish looked at Sherlock's searching eyes, smiled dryly, and was about to sneak out to find Shirley to train with, skipping class today was simply the worst decision she ever made.

Hamish watched his father's slender fingers move slightly, and knew that his father was searching for relevant information in his huge thinking palace, and sure enough...

"Mimi, do you like that Ivan who speaks a local accent, is weak and incompetent and has a low IQ and has nothing but looks?"

Although Sherlock finished speaking such a long series of words without any emotion on his face, Hamish could still directly feel his father's deep contempt for his own aesthetics.

But since Ivan is the only opposite sex around his age who is not bad in appearance, Hamish decided to fight for his future childhood sweetheart.

"Ivan is fine."

Sherlock looked at the well-behaved girl who was humming in a low voice with some dissatisfaction, and frowned with some doubts. Hamish admired this father very much and rarely refuted.

"Where is it?"

Hamish held his chin and thought for a while, Sherlock heard the sweet voice from those delicate lips, "Rich and handsome?"

……

I really believed in your evil.