As a guest, Mycroft was quite self-aware, he took the initiative to go to the kitchen to help Lestrade bring out the dinner after washing his hands, and at this time Hannibal dragged Loki aside, I don't know what to say secretly, in short, Sherlock saw Loki and showed a little devil smile, and he looked into Loki's eyes......

Loki's eyes were on his older brother, Mycroph Holmes.

Sherlock touched his chin, wondering what Mycroft had done to make the Lestrades' little devil Loki Odinson think about this little talent.

But...... Sherlock grinned, he wouldn't have reminded Mycroft that seeing that fat man was going to be his best Christmas present, not one!

But Sherlock regrets that Loki can't be a big prank, because they both know how much Lestrade cares about Christmas Eve, and no one wants to spoil his good mood.

"It's really cheap and fat."

Sherlock sat in his place, he waited for the big drama to begin, he wanted to see how Mycroft would face Loki's little prank, especially this prank would be carried out quietly, he looked at Mycroft with a strange look, and the McCroft who was helping was stunned by Sherlock's eyes, he didn't know what was going on, but if he could get Sherlock's attention, it would not be a good thing, it seemed to be related to himself.

"Sherlock, don't you want to help?" Mycroft was tentative.

"I'm giving you another chance to show you, my dear brother."

Harry and the others have been paying attention to Mycroft's movements, and when they heard Sherlock's words, Harry showed a surprised expression, the words "Opportunity to show Xiàn" made Harry's brain make up for the progress of Lestrade, so Sherlock actually knew that Mycroft was pursuing Lestrade?

So he knew it all along.

Harry bit his lip and sat down beside Sherlock, then accidentally stepped on Sherlock's feet, using all his strength.

Harry winked at Sherlock and smiled, "I'm sorry, Sherlock. ”

The injured Sherlock had no idea what had gone wrong with him, and why Harry Potter, the eldest son of the Lestrade family, had deliberately stepped on him.

Holmes' Christmas Eve nightmare isn't over yet, and the little Lestrades don't do any big pranks, but small pranks do. Mycroft's steak, for example, smelled delicious, but when he ate it in his mouth, it was like sand, and he didn't taste meat at all, and he looked at the little Lestrides and swallowed the contents with a smile.

He seems to have annoyed the "little angels" somewhere, turning the steak into sand that only magic can do.

He gracefully cut the second steak, his eyes swept between Loki and Merlin, and it only took one glance for him to be sure that this little innocuous prank was the work of Loki, who was still cutting the veal steak with his own knife and fork, and had no energy to play a prank. Instead, it's Rocky...... He was laughing, watching as Mycroft gave a small smug smile.

Mycroft brought the steak to his mouth, knowing what Loki wanted to see, but Mycroft wasn't prepared to do what he thought, so he said to Lestrade, "It's a delicious steak, Greg." ”

Loki's smile instantly froze on his face, and none of the expressions he expected from Mycroft appeared, why could he still eat and praise Reis's craftsmanship by the way, Loki's flat mouth said that this man must be pretending, so he didn't believe that his magic didn't work.

So when Loki changed all of McCroft's food to a different taste, he could still eat the food on his plate with grace.

It's just that the pain in it is probably only known to McCroft himself, the red wine in the glass is sour and as astringent as a lemon, the steak is like sand, the fruit salad is actually cooked, and there is a small dessert after the meal, the small biscuit made by Lestrade himself, and he actually eats it in his mouth...... Bitter! It's a nightmare for a sweet-toothed person, but even so, Mycroft keeps smiling and laughing with Lestrade.

Loki isn't happy, and neither is Sherlock.

Loki was because his prank didn't work at all, and Sherlock was unhappy that he didn't see Mycroft's stupidity, so the two of them bit the cookie so hard that they wanted to bite it like Mycroft.

Mycroft picked up his teacup and took a sip of the only normal black tea, sorry to disappoint Loki and Sherlock, his little Charlie actually wanted to watch the show, it was really underestimating his ability.

Hannibal, the only one who knew the cause and effect, curled the corners of his mouth, he was sure that what McCroft ate was not a normal taste, and it could be seen from the details that Mycroft habitually frowned or twisted his nose when he ate it, which showed that the food he ate was not as delicious as his mouth said. Hannibal wiped his hands with a handkerchief for little Raven, and said in his heart that he was really a difficult opponent, calm and quiet, and this time he failed.

When Lestrade invited Mycroft, he deliberately let him stay overnight, and the gifts that McCroft brought had been placed under the Christmas tree, and when he woke up tomorrow morning, the bears and children could open the gifts, and he was curious about the pomp and circumstance of tomorrow morning, and McCroft, who had spent the night at a friend's house for the first time in so many years, came out.

But now the problem is that if Mycroft were to spend the night at Lestrade's house, there were only two options, one was to stay with Sherlock, and when they heard the answer, the two brothers said "no" at the same time! They don't share a bed with each other, so it's the second type, where one of the two sleeps on the couch.

The sofa in Lestrade's house is still far from a person, at least anyone can sleep all night.

Neither McCroft nor Sherlock would be given the choice of the bedroom, so they decided to play the game the same way as before, and the winner had a choice.

Now in a white shirt and waistcoat, Mycroft sat back on the sofa, while Sherlock sat on the carpet and fiddled with Tony's new mods, and Lestrade sat next to McCroft and said suspiciously, "You said you were going to play chess?" ”

"Yes."

Although they usually prefer to play simpler hands-on games, chess is actually the first game of brain duel when two people are young, just watch Mycroft put his hands in front of his abdomen, and Sherlock also puts down what he has in his hand, because the dead fat man is not something that can be dealt with by two minds. Lestrade looked at the two brothers who were fully prepared to use their brains, and sure enough, Sherlock Holmes could not be understood by the scope of a normal person.

On the first floor, he sat on the couch in his office, with a burning fireplace and a glass of red wine and a chessboard on the table next to him, all the pieces in their rightful places.

Sherlock sat on the edge of his battered bed, his hand stretched out and slowly pushed his soldiers.

The game officially begins.

Hannibal looked at the conversation between the two of them, and his mind was completely shaped into the game, and in its current form, it seemed that Mycroft had a good chance of winning.

If there is no number of stools.

At this moment, Raven hugged Mycroft's legs, she stretched out her two hands to hug, and even wrapped herself around Mycroft rarely, no matter how much Lestrade wanted to bring their little sapphire princess over, she was unwilling.

Because of Raven's interruption, Mycroft was a little distracted and finally lost to Sherlock by one step, so Sherlock jumped up happily, he won this kind of game for the first time, Mycroft is very worthy of celebration, and even Sherlock picked up Raven and kissed him heavily, if Raven hadn't suddenly stuck to Mycroft, he would have lost this game.

Lestrade and McCroft looked at each other and laughed.

Mycrogh didn't care where he lived, he had lived in shabby places all the time, and the reason why he competed fairly with Sherlock was just to make the time less boring.

Late at night, Mycroft changed into Lestrade's pajamas, and he sat on the couch looking out the window, and it felt strange to stay at someone else's house for the first time, and it seemed that everything was in front of his eyes. One of the four rooms in the apartment was occupied by his younger brother Sherlock Holmes, and two or three were the hosts who invited him, the Lestrades.

It was almost midnight, and he heard footsteps behind him, and when Mycroft looked back, he saw Lestrade walking slowly and sitting next to him, and the man had two glasses of red wine in his hand, and he handed one of them to Mycroft and shook the other one gently in his own hand, and he heard Mycroft say without warning, "Dear Greg, thank you for the invitation." ”

"What is there to be thankful for such a thing, McCroft."

"About Sherlock, about all the one qiē thanks."

Although Mycroft thinks he is at the top of the food chain, there are still many things he has no control over, such as his little brother Sherlock Holmes. If it weren't for Lestrade's existence, he wouldn't be sitting with Sherlock today to celebrate Christmas, and he wouldn't be playing the games of his childhood, knowing how rebellious Sherlock is.

"Trust me, Sherlock loves you, it's just that your expressions are all wrong."

After Lestrade's observation, Sherlock Holmes is awkward, and does not express his feelings directly, liking, anger, concern, etc., they all care about each other in a way similar to that of children, which will produce so many contradictions now. It's as if Mycroft obviously cares about Sherlock very much, but in front of Sherlock, he has to pretend to be a bastard with a high-ranking brother, and it is because of this that Sherlock will be more estranged from him.

"That's what Greg said about Sherlock Holmes, as much as I love him."

This awkward nature has been deeply rooted in the blood of Sherlock Holmes, and it cannot be eliminated lightly, just as the parents of the Sherlock Holmes family rarely care about the two brothers in normal times.

As the clock struck midnight, Mycroft picked up his glass and tilted his head to look at Lestrade, "Merry Christmas, dear Greg." ”

Bang -

The two cups made a crisp collision sound.

"Merry Christmas, Mycroft."

They drank the wine in their glasses and exchanged gifts they had carefully prepared for each other in advance.

Lestrade's eyes widened as he looked at the watch lying in the box, "How do you know I'm missing a watch?" ”

"Just as you know I like buttons, by coincidence, or by heart, Greg, you can choose a way to say it."

As Sherlock said, as long as it is a gift from Lestrade, Mycroft will like it, whether it is true or not.

It seemed that Reestrade loved this gift to death, he opened his arms and hugged Mycroft, two men in pajamas hugged under the moonlight, Mycroft could even feel the scorching temperature of Reestrade's body, his dear detective was always as warm as a flame, and he didn't want to let go of this embrace for a while.

“JoyeuxNoletbonneannée,moncherinspecteur. [Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, my dear Mr. Inspector.] ]”

Mycrof gently dropped a courtesy kiss on Lestrade's face, but it was beyond the reach of a friend.

The two men looked at each other and smiled without noticing a pair of inquiring eyes, Hannibal stood at the door of his room and watched the two exchanging gifts and hugging, until Mycroft's ambiguous kiss made him unconsciously clench his hands, if he had any doubts before, then now it seems that this man really hit Lestrade's idea again, and he can smell the sweet smell even from a long distance.

Hannibal sighed at the sight of Lestrade's big smile, no matter how they proceeded with the next step in the campaign to expel the "married man" McCroft Holmes, it should not be chosen at least tomorrow, because while Mycroft was giving off a sweet smell, his dear Dad also had a little shy sweetness.

"Mycroft Holmes." Hannibal licked his lips and read the man's name, and if he dared to make Lestrade sad, Hannibal assured him that he would be the first victim of his men as a dish.

However, it was not what Hannibal imagined it to be.

Fake married manMcCrove Holmes pseudo-pursues Greg Lestrade......