Pietro and Wanda's whereabouts were unknown, and Sherlock came to discuss the Avengers branch, along with Mycroft.
"I heard that Sherlock was going to be the director of the British branch, so I came here to take a look." Mycroft had an official smile on his face, "I heard that Principal Dumbledore said that he wanted to cooperate with you a few days ago?"
"Yes." The two of them arrived just in time for dinner. Tony, who had already bought a building in the center of London, put the dishes on the table. He touched his chin and felt something was wrong, "Jasmine, come here and take a look."
"What's wrong?" Jasmine wiped her hands and walked to the dining table. She glanced at the food on the table and frowned slightly, "I'll go get the last side dishes. It will look much better."
A few days ago, Jasmine and the two couldn't resist Mrs. Holmes's enthusiasm and were invited to have dinner at Holmes Manor. During the period, the two elders made jokes, and the atmosphere among everyone gradually became harmonious.
Mycroft looked at the way the two got along and raised his eyebrows at Sherlock. Sherlock pretended not to hear at all and sat obediently at the dinner table.
"I was very surprised when I heard Sherlock said he wanted to be a supervisor. I couldn't believe that Sherlock would take the initiative to do things that are beneficial to British society." Mycroft ate the puffs made by Jasmine with satisfaction. Only when Jasmine
Here he can fully absorb sugar.
Naturally, Jasmine and Tony did not dare to answer the conversation. As long as someone interrupted the mutual sarcasm between the two brothers, it would eventually turn into the two brothers working together to interpret the person in front of them thoroughly, and at the same time, they would work together to ridicule the IQ of the person who wanted to interrupt.
Sherlock raised his eyes and stared at Mycroft's hand: "Aren't you relieved? Stop eating, you fat man."
"It's a great regret in life that I can't always eat the puffs made by Jasmine." Mycroft wiped his hands slowly, then took the umbrella in his right hand and kept stroking it, "Of course I am very happy. If it prompts you to make such a decision
If the motivation is my words, that’s even better.”
"Mycroft!" Sherlock glanced at Mycroft warningly, signaling him to stop talking.
Mycroft shook his head, stood up, and all the gentle temperament on his body disappeared: "Sherlock, you should know my style of doing things. Being sloppy and hesitant is not Sherlock Holmes's style."
Now Tony and Jasmine still thought that they were just spectators witnessing the raging typhoon, but they didn't expect that they would be involved in the next second.
"Molly." After Mycroft finished speaking, he straightened his tie. It seemed that the gentleness he once had when he was with the two of them had become his hometown, and his face was deserted. "Do you want to know the truth about why you and Sherlock broke up?"
Tony suddenly raised his right hand: "Should I avoid it?"
"Yes." Jasmine said firmly, "What did Moriarty do again?"
Sherlock sat there dumbly, his whole body stiff and unable to move. Mycroft chuckled: "Before leaving the United States, Moriarty sent Sherlock a USB flash drive, which contained all the truth."
Jasmine turned to Sherlock, who was still recovering and with a rosy complexion: "Sherlock?"
"Yes, but I won't give it to you." Sherlock said firmly.
"Sherlock!" Jasmine really thought about using violence to snatch the USB drive from Sherlock at that moment.
Mycroft shook his head: "Molly, don't think so. Mr. Stark, we should avoid it."
The food became cold and no one moved. Jasmine sat across from Sherlock, and the two looked at each other in silence. (83 Chinese .83.)