luck on thursday

As Louis said, the mille-feuille in this store is delicious, soft and melts in your mouth.

Although the aroma of the cream is strong, it is not pungent at all. Before Lin Qingyang finished the plate of mille-feuille, he immediately served the next dessert, which was a cup of small mousse, sprinkled with a layer of finely chopped freeze-dried strawberries, Put two vanilla leaves for decoration, crystal clear and still swaying slightly.

The feeling of inserting the fork down from the surface of the mousse was amazing, as if breaking through layers of soft jelly. He took a big mouthful. It was sweet but not greasy, so delicious that his eyes narrowed.

"I like this," he swallowed a big mouthful of mousse, and asked Louis impatiently, "Is there a cook at home who can make this kind of dessert?"

"Of course." Louis looked at him gently, with only coffee in front of him, "I didn't call out before, if you like, you can tell them directly."

"Louis."

A voice that didn't fit in with the surroundings came, and the door of the cafe swayed slightly. Lin Qingyang put down his fork and turned his head. He saw a young man with a cane walk in from the outside and walked in front of them.

As soon as he came up, he got straight to the point: "I don't think your taste will be so bad..."

Louis didn't raise his eyes, he still drank his coffee slowly, and finally gave Lin Qingyang a comforting look.

"Bulmer, don't talk nonsense."

He finally put down his coffee cup and stood up, looking directly at the new boy who came in: "What news did you hear outside that you came to question me without even thinking about it?"

Lin Qingyang has never seen such a young man, not because of his looks, but because of his temperament.

It seems that after years of serious training, it still retains the rare pride of a teenager, like a well-educated little gentleman, but his words are not very friendly.

However, judging from the momentum of his aggressive approach, Lin Qingyang could also figure it out in an instant: this person probably isn't from his class, but probably from the same class as Louis - his vest is neat and his shirt is neatly covered. He was flattened, a typical child of a wealthy family.

The boy's black eyes were narrowing impatiently, listening to Louis' words, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled contemptuously.

To be honest, if he was older, doing this action might have the charm of fascinating little girls, but he looks about the same age as Lin Qingyang, doing this kind of action is a bit embarrassing like imitating an adult.

It was the first time for Lin Qingyang to be chased and questioned like this. Although it was handled by Louis, he still had some inexplicable guilt, so he put down his knife and fork and turned to listen to them.

Turning around, I just heard the young man's high-pitched voice: "...I really don't understand what you think. You can be independent, but you still want to be a little housekeeper in Fitz Manor, and you have to submit to others. Excuse me, now you have found a...commoner as your boyfriend?"

"Louis Wilfried, you have no ambition."

Now Lin Qingyang couldn't bear it anymore, he knocked the silver knife and fork heavily, making a crisp sound, attracting the attention of the crowd.

When the person in front turned his head, he paused and said in the laziest tone he could: "Pay attention to your words, sir. The Brom Dynasty died 300 years ago."

"It's none of your business," the young man interrupted him displeasedly, "what do you interrupt when we're talking?"

This time it's not just about Lin Qingyang, he leaned back and motioned for Louis.

The butler understood what he meant, and his tone was rarely lowered, showing some anger: "Bulmer, figure out something, Mr. Lunn is not my boyfriend, your words are illogical. Besides, he was invited by Philip at the same time." Most honored guest."

"he?"

Bulmer, that is, the boy frowned suddenly, tilted his head slightly to look at Lin Qingyang, and finally hissed and sneered: "Oh."

Just one, without any comments.

It's just that he couldn't help himself, and he continued to say what he said, probably because no one on the other side paid any attention to him: "What is Fitzgerald thinking about?"

Lin Qingyang pretended that she didn't hear what he was saying, and glanced at the unfinished desserts on the table. She felt that the desserts that could still be eaten in her mouth attracted his attention more than the boy standing in front of her looking for faults. The bits and pieces of dried strawberries on Sri Lanka looked very pleasing to the eye.

He picked up the knife and fork again, shoveled off a piece and put it in his mouth, the soft touch instantly melted away.

Louis bent down, his lips almost touched Lin Qingyang's ear, and asked him softly: "Young master, do you still want to go outside for a stroll?"

"Of course, what time is it now, is there any fun place outside?" Lin Qingyang held back his instinct and didn't shrink back suddenly.

"some."

"Then trouble Louis to take me for a walk." The aroma of strawberries still lingers on the tip of his tongue. Desserts have this kind of magic power, which makes the mood better again.

"it is good."

Louis went to the shopkeeper to pay the bill, Lin Qingyang wiped his hands with a napkin, Bulmer bit his back molars, and threw his cane on the ground with an inexplicable expression.

"Louis will not always be your housekeeper, and you are just a temporary resident of Fitz Manor!"

Lin Qingyang raised her eyes, imitating his expression, raised the corners of her lips and let out a chuckle.

He casually gave a word: "Oh."

The young man paused, a little in disbelief: "What expression do you have! How dare you..."

His words stopped abruptly, Louis stood behind him, pinched his shoulders expressionlessly, the young man suffered from pain, let out a dull "ah" and backed up a few steps, Louis passed him and stretched out his hand to Lin Qingyang: " Let's go, master."

"Did you hear what I said! You..."

The two had already reached the door of the store, Lin Qingyang walked in front, and Louis stepped half a foot out of the threshold, and heard someone not far behind who was about to growl, Lin Qingyang didn't respond, maybe he didn't hear it, but Louis couldn't in spite of.

When he turned his head, Bulmer could hardly see the shadow of the always polite, gentle and unfamiliar Louis he knew, but turned into Wilfred he had never seen before, with deep eyes, His gray-green pupils instantly reminded him of some feral beasts.

Accompanied by the water vapor and blood in the depths of the distant forest, only sharp claws will be revealed, trying to pierce his eyes out of their sockets——

He shivered suddenly, and all the screams were stuck in his throat, and he barely recovered until the backs of the two disappeared at the corner of the street.

Bulmer gritted his teeth and tried his best not to catch up.

Lin Qingyang waited until he could no longer see the cafe, then raised his head and asked Louis: "What happened to that Mr. Bulmer just now?"

"Well, it's a long story."

Louis nodded his chin and smiled, still in Lin Qingyang's familiar way of talking and laughing: "Let me think of the beginning of the afternoon tea story for the young master at home... Ah, yes."

That menacing young man used to temporarily live in Fitz Manor just like Lin Qingyang, but compared with someone like Lin Qingyang who was almost astonishingly lucky, he was a bit unlucky-the elders in the family had an accident, leaving only The underage son stood alone in front of the tombstone.

Philip was friends with his parents, and they didn't have much contact with each other, but at least they had some friendship. He felt sorry for the boy who lost his parents' care, and asked him to live in Fitz Manor for a while to ease his mood. During that time, Louis was his housekeeper.

"what?"

Hearing this, Lin Qingyang was inexplicably a little unhappy, as if the doll that the child had been hiding under the bed was suddenly untied by someone else: "Have you ever been his housekeeper?!"

Louis lowered his eyes, saw the unhappiness written on the face of the young master walking beside him, and his smile became obvious: "Yes." He admitted briskly.

Before the young master really stared at him with wide blue eyes, he cleverly went around: "It's not like Joe, but," he gestured gracefully, "If you have anything to do, call the internal number. Me, I'll call the servant again."

He was taken aback, thinking that he was exactly the same as that boy and there was no difference.

Lin Qingyang was visibly relieved. Seeing Louis smiling at him, her ears turned red, and she silently held her breath.

After Louis teased the little prince gently enough, he continued to tell the story.

When Bulmer first lived in the Fitz Manor, Louis felt that something was wrong, but when he actually met and got along with him, he felt that his suspicions were groundless. This is obviously a person who has just lost his parents and has become sensitive, introverted and somewhat serious boy.

When looking at him, Louis thought of the little prince who hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, and didn't even know whether he was alive or dead. He immediately felt sympathetic, and his relationship with the young man changed from meeting only at meals to chatting when he was free. , and the relationship is slowly getting better.

At this time, he finally discovered the defect in Bulmer's character: what he said he wanted others to do and do, he really hoped that others would do this, and not do other things-he couldn't stand others not following his own ideas Walk.

Lin Qingyang was startled, remembering that the young man frowned and chattered endlessly when he came up just now: "So that's the case. No wonder he said what you should do and what you shouldn't do as soon as you came up."

Louis nodded, and reached out to touch Lin Qingyang's soft hair: "So later, I found that I couldn't correct him, so I had to stay away from him, but I didn't expect him to be so persistent, and I kept chasing him."

There was a hint of impatience between his brows, and it disappeared in an instant.

Lin Qingyang shrugged: "Well, I had some sympathy for him, but it's a pity that this gentleman is really not very likable."

"Even if I don't become a housekeeper and really have a commoner as my partner, it's still not my turn to intervene... It's neither my elder nor my blood relative. I have no reason to listen to him." Louis said lightly.

As he spoke, he released the fingers curling Lin Qingyang's hair, pressed them down, and stuck them to Lin Qingyang's warm back of the neck. The young master who was being rubbed squinted his eyes and smiled, and leaned forward: "Don't It's itchy to touch here."

Louis withdrew his hand and asked calmly, "Where does the young master want to go next?"

"Hmm..." Lin Qingyang thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, the block without the building's cover suddenly opened up, the sky suddenly brightened, and a little rainbow-colored dot slowly rose in the distant suburbs, leisurely rising into the sky Shake up.

He quickly pointed to the rainbow dot in the sky: "What is that...it's a hot air balloon! There are actually hot air balloons in the town!"

Louis raised his head and said, "It's a sightseeing balloon, and you can see the whole town. Do you want to go, Master?"

"Yes!" Lin Qingyang responded excitedly and loudly.

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