luck on thursday

Lin Qingyang buried himself in the documents. He had a lot of work yesterday, and he was delayed because of his studies. He planned to stay and work overtime, but Louis disagreed, and was forced to go back half-hugged and half-hugged.

What a joke, working overtime on Christmas Eve, this is really suffering.

So the young master sneaked out of the manor today while Louis was not paying attention, and urged the driver to drive quickly.

Then he was caught.

He had just finished writing a document, and he habitually folded it aside, sorted it out and handed it to the employee standing in front of him: "Signed, you hand this to the office downstairs, and then notify them to open a document at three o'clock in the afternoon." meeting."

Christmas also followed the employee lady who came out to work overtime and sighed, instead of calling the boss, she called the young master along with the team: "Master, it's Christmas, why don't you give yourself a vacation?"

"Aren't you also on vacation?"

Lin Qingyang smiled, tapped the tip of the pen on the table, and after a while, said in a low voice with some embarrassment: "I'm not used to their style. I hand over a lot of work to my subordinates, and then go back to rest by myself. ...If there is work, it is better for everyone to do it together."

The employee lady picked up the stack of papers, and sighed with some emotion: "I will hand it downstairs."

"Over there in the west office."

When the other party was about to go out, Lin Qingyang called her to stop and handed over another document: "Please print a copy for me."

The door was gently closed, Lin Qingyang stretched her waist, and only halfway through, she sneezed fiercely, realizing that she was too hasty to go out in the morning and didn't wear enough clothes, so she just ordered a coat in a hurry.

The young master slumped on the table a little discouraged, took out a tissue and wiped it casually, then picked up the next work document.

While watching, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing. While thinking, Lin Qingyang tapped the space beside the table with an ink pen: "Just put the printed documents here."

A piece of paper was put down, but the man did not leave, still standing straight in front of him.

Lin Qingyang felt something, and quietly raised her eyelids to see that it was indeed the husband with gray-green eyes at home.

"Cough," he shrank back as if nothing had happened, "put it down and go out, I still have some work to do."

As expected, Louis didn't listen to him and go out obediently, but took away the work in his hand, stuffed a cup of warm black tea into the young master's hand, Lin Qingyang held the black tea, as blankly as a hamster holding melon seeds , don't know where to start.

"Hi Louie,"

He looked left and right, trying to find some topics to divert his attention, "Good morning. I still have something here, maybe I need your help to consider it? After all, it is the project we talked about last time..."

Louis tapped the table with his index finger, making a crisp click.

"...Disobedient young master." He whispered heavily.

Lin Qingyang didn't hear what he was talking about, so she still felt that she had passed the test, moved the chair to the side, and motioned for Louis to sit next to him, but Mr. Butler didn't do what he imagined, but said thoughtfully Another thing happened.

"Master got up this morning, didn't you open the Christmas present?"

Lin Qingyang replied obediently: "I'm busy rushing to the company. Who told you not to let me work overtime last night, otherwise you don't have to pile it all up to today, and there are new tasks today."

"Even if yesterday was Christmas Eve?"

"It's been said in the newspapers that young people's overtime Christmas Eve has become a fashionable symbol of the new era... Well, don't look at me like that, I made it up."

The young master was picked up by Louis in frustration, and placed on the sofa beside him, holding a pillow, holding black tea, and eating some sweet biscuits by the way, while Louis sat in his original position, and began to deal with Lin Qingyang's original ignorance. finished work.

Lin Qingyang drank tea and ate biscuits, hugged the pillow and had nothing to do. He didn't even want to play with his mobile phone, so he started looking for something to say, frantically testing his housekeeper.

"Louie? Would you like some biscuits?"

"Louis, the tea sent by the manor today seems to be a new variety from the south, do you want to try it?"

"Louie, I saw someone downstairs wearing a red hat sold in Fitz's. It looks like Santa Claus. Do you want to buy one for you?"

"Louis..." As he spoke, Lin Qingyang yawned by himself.

The moment tears welled up from narrowed eyes, Lin Qingyang watched Mr. Wilfred put down his pen, stood up and locked the door, and he turned lazily on the sofa, not knowing what would happen to him next matter.

Then Louis turned around and went to close the curtains. In an instant, the room was dark, all the light was blocked by the heavy curtains, and the details of the room could not be seen clearly.

Lin Qingyang's hand was empty, someone took the glass away from his hand and put it on the table, and then his lips became hot, someone bent down and kissed him deeply.

"The young master didn't sleep well in the morning, so he ran out to work."

"What are you doing with the curtains? Don't you turn on the lights...I don't want to finish work early."

"I did that work for the young master. The young master only needs to sleep well."

Lin Qingyang felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, and something pressed him down, causing him to fall obediently on the sofa. Most of the pillows were swept to the ground, and because of the solid carpet, there were only a few slight muffled sounds. It was loud, not even as loud as the sound of water on the sofa.

"Thank you, Louie, I will go to sleep when I'm sleepy... Wait, this is the office!"

"The young master doesn't sleep, so I have to use some artificial means."

The other party smiled and threatened in a gentle voice, and finally the young master was forced to shut up.

All the work was cleaned up. Mr. Wilfred sat in front of the large desk, and a lady employee walked in from the outside and took away the processed documents.

Before she left, in a blink of an eye, she saw the young master Fitzgerald lying on the sofa, looking extremely tired, and was falling asleep, curling himself up into a ball, with his soft black hair buried in the pillows, With the neck leaning forward, even from the back, one can see a little bit of inconspicuous grievance.

What's going on here?Too much work and tired?

Before she could think it through, she could vaguely see a little red mark on the back of the young master's snow-white neck. When the employee lady was about to react, she was urged by the gentleman behind the desk who didn't even look up: " go out."

...Okay, it seems that, indeed, I am too tired.

As soon as Lin Qingyang woke up, he saw the unfamiliar ceiling, stared at it for a long time, turned over slowly, and saw the familiar scenery by the window, only to realize that he was no longer in the company, but his own small island Inside the castle.

He yawned long, sleepiness still accompanied him, Lin Qingyang didn't want to get up at all, turned over and pulled the quilt, and continued to sleep.

When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, someone pushed the door lightly, and walked to his bedside covered in chills. The cold wind poured in through the gap in the door, and was blown away by the heating in the room in a blink of an eye.

Louis sat by his bed, the bed sagged, and the young master rolled down a slight slope, leaning towards him automatically.

"How did Louie bring me to the island?"

Even with her eyes closed, Lin Qingyang could imagine Louis's expression, so she stretched out her hand and grabbed it—just caught Louis' hand, and the other party stretched out and squeezed it, just enough to hold his hand in the palm of his hand.

"Because only in this way can the young master rest well and have a complete Christmas."

There seemed to be the sound of something being pushed in beside Louis, Lin Qingyang thought in a daze, and asked casually: "You should have taken care of the company's affairs..."

Louis said calmly: "No, there is still half left."

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the young master suddenly sitting up from the bed, staring at him with blue eyes, quite like "I'm planning to take a good vacation, but you told me that the homework due tomorrow has not been written yet." End' sense of dread.

"The work is not done!"

While talking, Lin Qingyang lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed and go back to work overtime, but was held down by Louis.

Only then did Mr. Housekeeper lazily express that he was actually just joking: "I'm lying to you, the young master is so cute—everything is done, don't worry, when Joe returns to the company tomorrow, he will find that the table is clean, Nothing at all."

Only then did Lin Qingyang lie down discouraged: "I'm scared to death. If I can't finish it, I have to crawl out of my warm bed and roll into the company to blow the cold wind."

"The young master can't get out."

"……why?"

"I just hid the key to the yacht on the outlying island, and the young master will never find it."

Lin Qingyang stared at him as if he had seen a ghost, and then kicked him fiercely after a while, turned around and didn't look at him: "It's really you, Mr. Wilfred."

Louis patted the things next to him and coaxed him gently: "Master, how about opening the Christmas presents first?"

Several minutes passed, and the young master who ran to the other side of the bed unknowingly responded, rolled back with the quilt in his arms, and sat up to unwrap the presents.

He first unwrapped a few small presents, which were obviously given by the servants in the manor. The presents were not very expensive. They were some school supplies or branded pens. Lin Qingyang held them in his hands with a smile, and admired them under the light for a while.

Then, a strange gift box was opened, which didn't look like a gift from someone in the manor.

He turned the back and found that Wyatt had delivered it by courier, just in time for Christmas (thanks to the speed of delivery after the reform of the logistics company in recent years, and there was no such thing as a courier strike this year), Lin Qingyang opened it, and found a box of handmade chocolates, plus a stack of printing paper.

Louis looked at the stack of papers without moving his face. In fact, he thought in his heart that if there were some unclear meanings, he would throw them into the fireplace in the living room and burn them before Lin Qingyang finished reading them.

But it is not, it is a copy of the admission notice.

Lin Qingyang looked at the desk lamp with a smile: "Wyatt has worked very hard, and has been studying in the early morning...It's a pity that he didn't pass the God Polytechnic."

Only then did Louis smile reassuringly: "The affiliated college of Emperor's Institute of Technology is also good, and it's very close."

Then there was Louis's gift, not thick but quite heavy, Lin Qingyang shook it in his hand, opened it and found it was a book of fairy tales.

The title is a very conspicuous English word, Lin Qingyang doesn't understand, why did Louis give him a book?

Mr. Housekeeper stroked his black hair soothingly, and said, "Because some things are really wonderful—just like this book."

The last gift was from Philip, it was smaller and lighter than Louis’s, and it was barely felt in the hand, Lin Qingyang was wondering, when he unwrapped the ribbon, he found that it was a newly printed photo, which could be seen completely Come out, the person taking pictures is in a smug mood.

Yes, a statue was placed on the town square of Fitzgerald, replacing the original statue of the owner.

Very tall and fine.

But nothing compares to the eerie feeling that the statue's face looks exactly the same as Lin Qingyang's.

However, Louis still sighed at the side: "After Wagner left, Philip decided to continue the further processing. He said that he wanted to carve the young master's face more realistically, so that everyone passing by would be able to recognize it at a glance."

Lin Qingyang: "..."

Lin Qingyang: "...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Suddenly suffocated.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-2816:40:03~2019-12-2920:51:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Rabbit Meow;

Thank you Rabbit Meow for the nutrient solution~ Every day in Kangkang, do the little angels randomly drop the nutrient solution, and now I picked up two bottles of it hehe~