luck on thursday

The entire Fitz Manor began to get busy, preparing things for the returning young master to go to sea.

Even if Lin Qingyang shook his head and waved his hands everywhere to indicate that he didn't need it, there would always be a person popping out from the corner, smiling and pushing his shoulder, telling him "I want it", and then slipped away.

Louie quickly took care of all the preparatory matters, such as buying the cruise ship that was listed in the purchase brochure, and it was as simple as buying a bicycle-hell if it was such a good buy.

And Philip.

It seems that the boss of the manor only eats and drinks all day long, and doesn't have to think about anything else.

Lin Qingyang could see him from anywhere, including the lawn of the manor, the pine forest behind, the hall, the restaurant and even the roof of the manor castle, everywhere, shaking his wheelchair and turning around to ask Lin Qingyang some trivial matters.

"Joe! Do you like this brand of steak? Or is this sauce better?"

The lounge on the top floor of the manor is very empty. Except for the walls, there are only some soft sofas and other seats for people to rest and relax. The wooden floor does not feel cold when you step on it with bare feet. It may have been treated; They are all glass walls, opening up a corner of the sky, and even seeing the distant sky and the slowly rising sun on the horizon.

He slumped lazily on the bench, and was not disturbed by busy servants walking around.

Oh, the servant didn't come, Philip appeared.

Lin Qingyang stared at Philip, and Fitzgerald tilted his head innocently, as if he wasn't the one who broke the big guy's avatar just now.So Mr. Little Lunn sighed helplessly, and nodded under his expectant eyes.

It also includes Philip's ghost butler, that is, Louis' father, who follows the master's house all the way, as if he doesn't need to eat and drink.

As soon as Philip turned his head, he would pop up in no time, adding another item to the long list he carried with him.

"By the way, where is Louis?" Philip asked casually, not seeing Mr. Wilfried Jr.

You must know that the butlers of the past generations of Fitz Manor basically never stayed too far away from their masters except for emergencies. As a member of the "ancestral butler", Louis naturally understood this rule.

Lin Qingyang was stuffed with a warm milk cup by the old housekeeper, which contained his favorite sweet milk, and then pulled by Philip, she sat on the sofa with her feet up.With warm hands, he smiled at the old housekeeper and said politely, "Thank you."

"Louis said, what kind of game is about to start. He asked me if I was interested. I said I could go and have a look, but then disappeared. I don't know where he went now."

Lin Qingyang shrugged, took a sip of the milk in the milk cup, narrowed his eyes contentedly, and began to shake his calves.

"He was talking so fast, I couldn't catch it, but the party won't start for a few more days, so it would be nice to go to the ball game?"

Philip was thoughtful, and the gentleman's index finger tapped the armrest of the wheelchair: "Speaking of which, during this period of time, there is indeed a ball game."

Lin Qingyang was a little curious: "What is it?"

"The Brino Cup."

"...The name sounds familiar, I hope it's the stuff I've always wanted to see live."

"Yes, that's it." Philip said gently.

Lin Qingyang gasped. It was known as a national sport. Only the world-class finals could be named as the founder of Brino. He watched the TV broadcast before, and it was an empty space. There was no boy in the class who didn't like it. its.

In the few days before the finals of the previous years, Lin Qingyang passed by the school gate where students gathered at the fast food restaurants, and he could hear enthusiastic fans roaring loudly, even if a ticket broke through five figures, he would go to the scene!

As a normal boy, Lin Qingyang naturally has no resistance to this kind of passionate sports. After watching a few games with Wyatt, he doesn't like it.

His eyes also lit up, like a shining star: "Can I really see it!"

"Louis will get you the ticket for the best seat," Philip did not answer him directly, with a conniving attitude, "When the time comes, Joe must remember to bring something to eat out, after all, a game is not short."

Ding dong.

They were talking, when they heard the sound of the villa elevator, several people turned their heads in unison, the elevator door opened, Louis stepped forward from inside, walked up to Lin Qingyang, and took out an invitation letter from his pocket.

Lin Qingyang felt itchy in her heart, and obediently stretched out her hand to pick it up. Unexpectedly, Louis backed away suddenly, just in time for nothing.

The young butler squinted his gray-green eyes, and the smile almost overflowed from the raised tone: "The young master just said 'just go and have a look'?"

Lin Qingyang didn't get it, and was stunned. Seeing Louis teasing him, he stepped on the floor barefoot, grabbed Louis's cuff seriously, and tried to pull his raised arm down: "You didn't say clearly what it was just now. If I knew it was Brino, where would I 'look around'?!"

Philip also laughed, turned the wheelchair and left, the elevator closed, and there were two people in the elevator discussing the topic of dinner. Black pepper or tomato.

Two pairs of eyes watched them leave. As soon as the elevator closed, Lin Qingyang instantly tore off the skin of the cute, and said to Louis: "Louis, give it to me."

He also pretended to be angry and stared at his eyes, but unfortunately he didn't have any momentum.

Lu Yi watched with satisfaction that Lin Qingyang was raised to be a bit of a young master, and even spoke with a bit of an accent. He took a step back and raised the invitation letter higher as if playing a prank.

As he said that, he pretended to sigh, "Master wants to drink milk, so he can grow taller."

Lin Qingyang: "..."

He didn't talk nonsense with Louis too much, he stepped on Louis's leather shoes and tiptoed up, wishing to climb on his shoulders, trying to reach out, but it was always a little bit short.

Louis couldn't continue teasing him, he staggered a step back, and fell steadily on the couch, the invitation letter in his hand was naturally snatched away by Lin Qingyang, the little prince laughed triumphantly, and straddled him Waist, open the invitation letter.

Lin Qingyang read out the above words aloud: "To Fitz Manor, Master Joe Lunn, Sai Fang sincerely invites you to come..."

Louis pushed him and said with a smile, "Master, it's time to get up."

Lin Qingyang tilted her head and froze.

He looked down and saw Louis's black hair spread out like water, his gray-green eyes filled with a gentle smile, there were a few obvious wrinkles on the originally neatly ironed suit, and his arms were loosely draped around his waist. In order to prevent the playful young master from falling.

However, he has a handsome face, with indescribably strange sharpness. Lying on the sofa, he does not look like a gentle and courteous butler, but more like a siren lazily lying on the fine white sand basking in the sun. Lin Qingyang's own reflection appeared.

Lin Qingyang got off him like rolling and crawling, quickly changed to an empty sofa, and opened the invitation letter with her back facing Louis.

While dismantling it, he said at a faster pace: "...we have prepared a VIP seat for you, where you can enjoy the best scenery of the entire stadium and the healthy posture of the athletes. If you have extra free time, we also invite you Come to our post-match dinner, where you can chat with your favorite stars and sign autographs..."

"That's good, and I can get an autograph or something."

Lin Qingyang talked to himself, as if nothing happened just now.

There was the sound of someone turning over and sitting up in his ears, and the cushions of the sofa made a pleasant sound. Louis straightened his collar and hair and said, "Then young master, remember to get up early tomorrow morning, it will take a long time to drive to the suburbs."

Lin Qingyang moved uneasily, feeling that this is not a difficult task, and replied: "Okay."

...what the hell, it's all fart.

When Lu Yilai woke him up the next day, Lin Qingyang was still full of sleepiness and just wanted to stay in bed. He lay on his housekeeper in a daze to wash his face and brush his teeth. .

Remembering that he didn't find the right position just now, and almost spit the toothpaste foam on the housekeeper, Lin Qingyang looked down in embarrassment for a gap in the car, hoping that there would be a place to block his face.

The distance is gradually shortening with time, Louis sat in the co-pilot, saw Lin Qingyang's head moving through the rearview mirror, gestured to the driver to slow down, since he was not in a hurry anyway, the driver nodded.

So after Master Lun woke up, he faced a stadium that was already boiling. Countless fans were standing or sitting. Throw the mascot doll.

The competition party hurriedly ordered the staff to rush out to pick up the dolls, but they couldn't hold back the enthusiasm of the fans, more and more gifts fell, and the athletes had to come out of the backstage ahead of time, standing on the court and being watched by everyone.

Lin Qingyang was just about to wait in line with the fans who hadn't entered the stadium, but was gently pulled back by Louis, and a staff member ran out from the corridor, bowing and apologizing to them: "Sorry, sorry, there are too many people in the frontcourt, I didn't take care of you, sorry for being a little late."

As he spoke, he wanted to shake hands with Lin Qingyang, but Lin Qingyang didn't react at all, and Louis separated them calmly: "Please take me and the young master to our seats."

"Okay, please follow me."

Accompanied by the breathing sound of a group of people around them, they walked into the employee aisle, which directly led to the VIP seats, and the distance was very short - most importantly, there was no need to queue up for two streets!

The VIP seat is indeed the place with the best view of the entire stadium, even the seats are more spacious and softer than other seats, there are no people there yet, Lin Qingyang is sitting on the chair designated by Louis, and can stretch his legs out in a relaxed manner, Shake it casually.

At this time, he belatedly realized that this was the entire VIP seat, including the center of the stadium. Philip was right, his butler would bring him the best things.

Louis sat down beside him, turned his head and asked him, "Is the young master satisfied?"

Lin Qingyang responded softly: "Very satisfied, the view here is very good, thank you Louis, it should be difficult to get a ticket for this position."

Louis just passed over calmly: "It's nothing, it's just a matter of one sentence."

Gradually people were seated in the VIP seats, and they seemed to be rich men whom Lin Qingyang didn't know, and they were basically accompanied by servants and family members. The difference between them and other fans was very easy to distinguish: this group of people seemed to be attending a banquet, Talking to others with a cold and unfamiliar attitude, there is no love and enthusiasm for the game at all.

When Lin Qingyang was wondering, there was another commotion at the entrance, he casually raised his eyes and saw a familiar face.

Ah, it's that Mr. Bulmer who also stayed at Fitz Manor temporarily!

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