luck on thursday

The book was not held firmly, and it fell to the ground with a crackling sound like exploding firecrackers. There were many folds in the scattered pages. Lin Qingyang panicked and stepped on it, directly knocking several books off the line.

He quickly squatted down and packed the books one by one. He was apologetic, almost crying: "Sir! I'm sorry! I couldn't hold it steady..."

Lin Qingyang has always been obedient and trusting, and Borg didn't think too much about it, thinking that he was really not sure, so he also helped clean up together.

"It's okay, I don't blame you," he said tolerantly, and comforted him in turn, "Don't worry, these books are out of print, but even if you fold a few pages and press them again, they will still be almost the same as the original ones."

Lin Qingyang nodded dejectedly, and seemed to be thinking about her own mistakes. Even Borg was absent-minded in his next lecture, as if he was still thinking about something.Borg was also happy that he was distracted, and he secretly did some small tricks during the lecture without being noticed.

When the time was up, Borg walked him to the gate, and he couldn't help laughing at the fact that he was still unhappy.

"Don't worry too much about it, Joe, there are more accidents."

"...If I had been more careful, such a thing would not have happened." Lin Qingyang replied softly.

"Don't be too hard on yourself."

Lin Qingyang's figure disappeared at the end of the stairwell. Borg smiled and turned back to the room. Mrs. Borg poked her head out from the kitchen and looked around for a while: "Huh, Joe is gone?"

"Yes, it's getting late. He has been working all day, so he has to go back early to rest."

Borg answered his question absent-mindedly, and Mrs. Borg sighed with some regret: "It's a pity, I want to go in and ask Joe if he eats cookies, and I specially put a lot of dried cranberries in them, He seems to like this kind of sweet taste..."

Mrs. Borg returned with her small tray of floral tablecloths, and Mr. Borg followed her, thinking back with some complacency.

The young Joe Lunn was indeed good-looking, and he was also very witty. He touched his hands a few times, and then touched his legs carefully—no response at all. I don’t know if he really didn’t feel it, or ……default.

It would be fine if he really acquiesced. The last one was not sensible at all. After analyzing so many interest disputes with him, he still smashed things childishly, and finally left a resignation letter and disappeared.

If the last one had the same idea, his wife wouldn't have been drawn over because of the quarrel.Anyway, there is no real loss. We are all men. How can we lose a piece of meat after being touched a few times?

As he thought so, he met Mrs. Bogue's worried eyes.

"Dear, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Borg smiled easily, "Let's go, let's enjoy dessert together."

Lin Qingyang returned to the dormitory, and her roommate nervously greeted her: "How is it? Are you all right?"

He shook his head, if it didn't matter if he was touched a few times and rounded up, it would be fine.

"Well, do you have Mr. Assistant's phone number?" He thought for a while, and felt that he couldn't bear it any longer, and wanted to ask the senior for his opinion, "I want to talk to him."

"I don't have it, my brother should have it," the roommate began to take out his mobile phone, "I'll ask for it for you."

He had only met the assistant once, and they hadn't even spoken a word before, but they still talked a lot on the phone and finally decided on a plan.

"That thing just can't control my hand. In fact, everything else is fine, but I still can't bear it." The voice of the former assistant Mr. was a little distorted on the phone, accompanied by a trace of inconspicuous electric current, " You said you also..."

"...En." Lin Qingyang responded in a low voice.

This is not a glorious thing, and it is difficult for the victim to admit it himself. Without evidence, even if he calls the police, he will be fined a few hundred yuan at most, which is painless.

Not to mention, for those of them who live under other people's hands, it's even harder to turn back when they get to that point.

But if he endured like this, who knows if it will get worse in the future.

The former assistant seemed to open the door and went outside, Lin Qingyang could almost smell the smoke hovering from his words.

He heard the person on the phone scold bitterly: "I shouldn't trust him so much...something...just let me follow him if he teaches something, I really take myself seriously...you said you know a lot People, even if they say it, no one will believe it, but they will hurt themselves... Bah!"

He spat, and Lin Qingyang could hear the incomparable disappointment in his tone. After all, this assistant has been with Borg for a whole year—compared to someone like him who has only been with him for two or three days, his feelings are natural. Much deeper, and therefore extra angry.

"I couldn't hold back my breath at first, and planned to beat him up in the next few days, but I didn't expect this thing to be attacked by another person."

Lin Qingyang was silent for a moment, then asked: "Then, do as we said just now?"

They decided to find a few people to ambush in the parking lot, and when Bog came down to drive home, they would cover him with sacks and beat him up. Anyway, there were not many people coming and going in the old parking lot of the Morgan Hotel, and the monitoring was not widespread, which gave them a lot. Chance.

"As for your task," the former assistant mr. pondered for a while, then said slowly, "It is to make him defenseless."

It's not difficult, Lin Qingyang agreed immediately: "Okay."

The back kitchen is no different from before, Lin Qingyang walks from the passage connecting the dressing room to the small door of the back kitchen, what he is already familiar with and loves is the smell of food and boiler steam.He loves the taste, as he loves most kinds of food in the world.

The young boys around him passed by one after another, he adjusted his mood and walked out together.

There was no difference between Borg and last night. On the surface, they seemed to be in peace, but they kept making small moves in private. Lin Qingyang also tried his best to maintain his previous attitude, pretending that he hadn't found anything, or that he was in a default state.

However, it's a bit difficult. When his waist is touched, he always wants to stick the fruit knife in his hand into his head.

There is no night shift today, and Borg sent him an invitation as usual: "Come to my house today? There are still more than ten pages left to finish, and I have compiled some cutting methods to tell you."

Lin Qingyang showed an apologetic smile, with some joy, her eyes sparkling: "No sir, I have a date."

Just when the roommate finished the work in hand, she leaned over and hugged Lin Qingyang's shoulders with a smile: "Yes, sir, we are going to have a drink at the bar on Maple Leaf Avenue today, and you know that we rarely have time to go out. "

"Then I wish you a good time." Mr. Borg said with a smile like a real elder.

The roommate led Lin Qingyang swaggeringly into the locker room, changed her clothes and left, then avoided everyone and came up from the stairwell, sneaking behind Borg.

Lin Qingyang said softly; "Otherwise, you can go back to the dormitory first, there is Mr. Assistant watching with me, so there is no need for so many people."

The roommate thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay, call me if you have anything to do."

Borg, as usual, walked out through the familiar door and walked to the parking lot along the road he had walked for many years.

He is still thinking about the little beauty who has been by his side these two days, her blue eyes are like washed sapphires, and she is sweet and sunny when she smiles. Once she wears a rigid uniform and a dozen small bow ties, she looks like someone from The young master went out to experience life, making people want to take him into their arms.

Of course, it must not be the young master of any family, maybe he is still a poor ghost, otherwise he would not live in a noisy dormitory for many people.

Perhaps, he only needs to offer a small favor to make the young boy follow him all the time. Even if he can't touch him, it's good to keep his eyes close to him.

The previous one was also very good, and I kept it by my side for a year. How to say it was very easy to use, but suddenly it disappeared, and I was not very happy.

Thinking to himself, Borg got off the elevator and walked into the parking lot, and suddenly found something strange around him.

Although the parking lot is a bit old and there are not many people parking here, it is too quiet now!