Lestrade's invitation to McCroft is a sign that Lestrade has finally lost his temper. Even for the sake of the two-day party, Mycroft shirked the ball he had promised to come down, in his opinion the ball was really boring, everyone wore the same mask, and it was okay to be fake.

But unexpectedly, Mr. McCrogh Holmes had a rare expectation of Christmas at the Lestrade family.

In fact, there is a reason why Lestrade invited Mycroft, he originally asked Sherlock if he wanted to go home for Christmas, or go to his brother Mycroft, who knew that he was ridiculed by Sherlock.

"My parents prefer a two-person world to me and Mycroft going home, and why I want to spend Christmas with a dead fat man, it's not a Sherlock Holmes tradition."

To sum up, Sherlock thinks that his family is in his house, and Lestrade is nothing, and he thinks that Christmas is more lively with more people, but ......

"So your brother also celebrates Christmas alone?"

Lestrade had long since deflated when he received a lot of anonymous little desserts, so he asked if Mycroft was also alone.

"Who knows, 80 percent of the likely."

In fact, Sherlock changed this 80 percent in his heart, and his dear brother spent 99 percent of Christmas alone, as he had for many years before.

Sherlock had no idea that Reestrade had already begun to invite Mycroft, and by the time Reestrade remembered it on Christmas Eve morning, Sherlock had almost blown up.

"Sherlock, you're an adult, so we can't watch your brother spend Christmas on his own, can we? When you go shopping for Christmas gifts, remember to get one for your brother too. ”

Christmas presents are always unwrapped on Christmas morning.

So Lestrade's invitation meant to let Mycroft stay here for the night, and of course it was up to the two brothers to decide whether to stay in Sherlock's room or the couch.

No matter how angry Shylock was that this was something that could not be changed, and no matter how much he resisted Lestrade, he didn't see it, and in Lestrade's words, Sherlock was making trouble.

After breakfast, they will go shopping for Christmas gifts, and what children look forward to most about Christmas is not gifts.

In the big mall, Lestrade asked Harry and Hannibal to lead the team, and the rest of the bear children started their shopping as the team members, and gave them a credit card by the way, and another interesting thing about Christmas is the mystery of Christmas gifts, if he follows the little angel, they will not be interesting.

Being able to completely leave the eight alone is still because of trust, Lestrade is very self-aware, and he knows that the eight little angels of his family are moving humanoid weapons! If someone dares to abduct and sell their children, it really ...... He didn't know who to worry about if this really happened, he waved at the eight little angels, grabbed Sherlock's wrist as he was about to escape, and said to Sherlock kindly, "Where do you want to go?" ”

"Only you boring goldfish would want to give each other presents at Christmas!"

"Sherlock, it's a lot of fun, it's not boring! And since your brother Mycrof Holmes is going to spend Christmas with us, you should also prepare your presents. ”

“Ohno！” Sherlock didn't want to give Mycroft any gifts!

Lestrade was still smiling, "Nothing no, let's pick a gift." ”

No matter how Sherlock shouted, his wrist had already been tightly pulled by Lestrade and he had no ability to resist, so Sherlock, who was forced to choose a gift for Mycroft, decided to buy what McCroft hated the most, and he would buy whatever was bad for Mycroft! If he could turn that dead fat man into a pile of fat, he would be willing to buy all of London's desserts with a fat man's card.

But this was only Sherlock's idea, and Lestrade wouldn't let him buy desserts as gifts.

"Oh, Sherlock Comeon, don't sue me that you don't even know what your brother likes? Or are you unable to deduce it? ”

Lestrade knew how to get Sherlock to buy gifts for his brother obediently, the last thing Sherlock could hear was this kind of questioning of himself, he sneered, how could he not know what McCroft liked, he grew up under the oppression of Mycroft, his favorite thing besides dessert was the little black umbrella, the little black umbrella that old-fashioned gentlemen would hold in their hands.

Lestrade scratched his head at Sherlock's analysis, and he was a little puzzled to ask if McCroft would like it if he had bought buttons.

"Detective, to be honest, as long as it's something you buy, a fat person will like it, trust me."

Sherlock didn't want to admit it, but Lestrade seemed to be really worried about Mycroft, or rather to heart.

Lestrade scratched his head, everything he was thinking had been seen through by Sherlock, although he was used to it...... There was an inexplicable sense of shame in this matter, and he cleared his throat loudly and dragged Sherlock and said, "Then go and choose what you gave to Mycroft first." ”

By the time the Lestrades had gathered, it had been an hour, and in Lestrade's pocket was a small gift, a black box with a golden ribbon tied on it, and the noble-looking gift box belonged to Mycroft, who had used his recently earned money to buy custom buttons as a thank you for McCroft's doughnuts during this time.

He touched the gift box with one hand, a shallow smile on his face.

He also had gifts for the bears and children, and everyone had gifts, including Sherlock.

However, since he had just been separated from Sherlock for a while, he didn't know what gift the bear kid had bought for his brother Mycroft, well, Lestrade said he was super curious!

The little Lestrades also chose their own gifts, and before that, Lestrades reminded them to remember to prepare a gift for Sherlock, even if it was a small gift, and the gift was not about the value but about the heart.

Everyone was looking forward to their gifts, and there would be a Christmas Eve dinner tonight, and at the same time, according to Hannibal, their Dad had invited a special guest, with a seventy percent chance of being the legendary Miss M. The bear children couldn't help but wonder if Lestrade was going to introduce this ambiguous object to them.

As a girlfriend, or will she become their stepmother later?!

The main thing is that Lestrade now seems very happy, and he even hums his favorite French tune in a rare way.

Meanwhile, after the final Christmas Eve meeting, Mycroft arrived downstairs in Lestrade's apartment, where Anthea had prepared gifts for the little Lestrades and his hapless brother Sherlock, whom he thought the bears would love. And in Mycroft's bosom there was a special gift, which he had personally selected for Lestrade, and the man was so smug that McCroft thought that a tie or bow tie would not suit him, so he chose a simple and generous watch.

Before that, he noticed that Lestrade had a watch, but it was missing the last time they met, so there was only one possibility that the watch was broken, so what was missing from the other party was what McCroft meant.

"You're on vacation, Anthea. And I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance."

“MerryChristmas，sir.”

This was Anthea's second year with McCroft and their second Christmas together. Anthea handed the gifts one by one to Mycroft, telling him who each box was for, and assuring her that the gifts were based entirely on the hobbies of the little Lestrades, that they would absolutely like it, and that Sherlock's gifts were what he would need.

"I hope Sherlock doesn't ruin Greg today."

"Of course not, you're too careful." Ancia's smile remained unchanged, but she said in her heart: "Your brother cares about the detective as much as you do, how can he be disappointed." ”

McCroft took a deep breath, he entered the apartment and stepped into the elevator, pressing the number of floors belonging to Lestrade's house.

Ancia stood there and nodded slightly, as if talking to herself, "Good luck, Mr. Holmes." ”

Mycroft stood in front of Reestrade's door, he could touch the doorbell as soon as he stretched out his hand, but he began to worry about the rapid operation of his brain, a week ago he and Reestrade broke up because of the security camera, during this week they did not communicate at all, although Reestrade invited him to come with him for Christmas Eve and Christmas, but this did not guarantee that he really forgive.

Mycroft pursed his lips tightly, the corners of his mouth drooping, and he finally raised his hand and pressed the doorbell after thinking about it for half a minute.

Lestrade was preparing food for the evening, and an hour earlier Mycroft sent him a text saying he would be arriving before dinner. So Hannibal could clearly sense Lestrade's distraction while preparing dinner, and he would look at his phone from time to time, which proved that he was waiting for someone.

And this person is only a mysterious guest, who is said to be Miss M's person.

The doorbell rang at this time, and Lestrade immediately put down the knife in his hand and wiped the water droplets on his hand to open the door, who knew that Merlin and Tony had rushed over to open the door first, and standing at the door was his invited guest, Mycroft Holmes.

Harry also came over, he was the one in the family who cared so much about Miss M.

It's just that...... Why did a gentleman with a large bag appear at the door?

Harry looked at the visitor, a three-piece yellow striped tie in black and brown, a black umbrella on one arm, and numerous gift bags in both hands, with a shallow smile on his face, which seemed very kind to Harry, and he stood there straight and looked like a decent person.

"Could it be Dad's colleague?"

Harry immediately thought of McCroft as a man from Scotland Yard, but when he introduced himself, Harry only had one feeling, and that was to be struck by lightning.

"Who are you?"

Merlin stared at Mycroft with round eyes, and Tony slapped Merlin on the head and said loudly, "This is the messenger sent by Santa Claus in advance!" ”

While Merlin and Tony were looking at Mycroft, Mycroft was also looking at them, and he crouched down to make eye contact with five-year-old Tony and Merlin, "Hello, little genius Tony and little angel Merlin." ”

Hearing this, Tony raised his head like a proud little peacock, Merlin covered his mouth and snickered, he liked to be looked at so levelly, which made him feel valued.

McCroft heard footsteps, and when he looked up, he saw Lestrade still wearing an apron, and the smile on his face deepened, saying that Greg was a good father of the new generation, and he could even cook, knowing that many years ago in Victorian England men did not know the skill of cooking, and they would rather go out to buy food.

"Excuse me, Greg."

This Greg called very kindly, which caused Harry to look sideways, you must know that it is really rare for someone to call Lestrade's name so intimately.

"Tony, Merlin! Let our guests in. The two little ones obediently got out of the way, and finally let Mycroft in, who put aside the gift in his hand and replaced it with the house shoes that Lestrade had handed him.

"Thank you for having me, Greg."

Harry watched as the man in the three-piece suit shook Lestrade's hand and let go, blinking for Lestrade's introduction.

"This is Harry, my eldest son, and Tony and Merlin you all know." Lestrade stood in front of the door to introduce her family to Mycroft, and by the way, to Harry.

"This is Mycroft, Mr. Mycroft Holmes."

Harry's focus was not on Sherlock Holmes at all, but on the beginning of the name, M, or ...... My, it's pretty much the same as the last time I heard it.

What？！ Could it be that the mysterious M is...... Mr? Something must have gone wrong.

Hannibal, who hadn't seen guests for a long time, also came out to join in the fun, and when he heard the name Mycroft, he thought the same as Harry, judging from Lestrade's attitude, this was the legendary mysterious M, and Lestrade's suitor turned out to be a man, or a ......

Hannibal sniffed lightly at Mycroft, the familiar smell of perfume that he had once smelled on Lestrade.

Could it be that Greg's suitor is not only a man, but also a married man?!

Hannibal looked at Mycroft with a smile, and it seemed that this "sheep" named Sherlock Holmes was quite suitable for cooking.