luck on thursday

Lin Qingyang took back her doll as she wished, squeezed the doll's ears, and watched the beautiful girls dance. It was very comfortable to watch the game.

The second half of the game also ended with the clock ticking.

Lin Qingyang's favorite star team did not win the final victory, but the performance was still outstanding, which made a group of fans including Lin Qingyang very happy to watch. Finally, the fans stood up noisily and began to pack their own things. The host and The commentator was still standing on the high platform speaking lines, but everyone was already preparing to leave.

The staff quickly came out from the backstage. After all, it is not a simple matter for the tens of thousands of visitors to leave in an orderly manner. A stampede will happen if you are not careful.Fortunately, most people have enough experience, they waited patiently, and some people took out their mobile phones and began to test the network signal everywhere.

There are still some small black spots moving on the court, Lin Qingyang knows that they are employees who clean up the garbage on the stadium - he has done similar part-time jobs, and the income is not bad, and what he wants to collect is not only garbage, but also happy spectators Gadgets from them.

He couldn't help pinching the little doll's ears again, the plush feel was simply addictive.

The audience in the VIP seat left from the passage of the staff, Lin Qingyang stood up with the doll in his hands, and followed Louis step by step. He made a detour at the corner of the passage, and suddenly saw an old acquaintance who was startled by him.

Lin Qingyang wanted to laugh when she thought of Bulmer's appearance as if his hair was going to stand on end.The corners of his lips curled up, and he greeted his old acquaintance in a friendly manner: "Good afternoon, Mr. Bulmer, did you enjoy the game just now?"

"What's so satisfying, there is always someone yelling and being rude regardless of etiquette," the other party took a step back, and the bodyguards he brought surrounded him. He raised his chin and mocked, "It makes me have a headache. I don’t even have any intention of competing, and spend money to pay for it, I may be the first in the world.”

"The Fitzgerald family used to be a famous noble with fiefdoms. Are all the guests they receive now like this?"

This is not right at all. At that time, the whole audience was shouting, so loud that even the voices of the people around them could not be heard clearly. How could Bulmer be influenced by him alone.Besides, there are many rows of seats between them.

Bulmer made a mockery of himself, but before Lin Qingyang could react, he turned his head and left, his angry appearance was like the reincarnation of a puffer fish, although he didn't know why he was angry, maybe Louis still followed him as a housekeeper, and Maybe he was angry that he didn't look like a young master.

Lin Qingyang looked at his back and suddenly remembered something.

He stopped in his tracks, raised his head and asked, "Louis, for those invited guests at my cruise party, do you want to write invitations and send them?"

Louis said calmly: "Yes, Philip said to ask the servants at home to write, otherwise there are so many people, I'm afraid you will be tired of writing."

"Shall we invite Mr. Bulmer?" Lin Qingyang smiled.

"how?"

"I'm going to put him on my territory and see if he dares to talk to me with his nostrils." Lin Qingyang imitated his appearance and snorted with his nostrils, almost not amused himself, "What kind of action is this?" , feeling a little silly."

Writing an invitation letter is not an easy task. Moreover, Lin Qingyang suddenly remembered that the few friends of his who were still in his hometown didn't know his current situation, so they wrote an invitation letter rashly and sent it out. People are torn as liars.

So Lin Qingyang half-lyed in the empty room on the top floor of the manor, and took out the broken mobile phone she used before.

Wyatt and the others' phone numbers are all stored in this mobile phone, and the mobile phone is currently being used smoothly. He just clicked the button to dial, and then the operator sent a voice message saying that he was in arrears.

Lin Qingyang: "..."

That's right, he has already forgotten about this incident. He guessed that he hasn't paid his phone bill for a while, so it's normal for people to stop him.

I had no choice but to pay the phone bill honestly, and then dialed again. The bell didn't ring a few times, and someone picked it up immediately, and then roared all over her face, which made Lin Qingyang roll to the other side of the sofa in shock!

"Joe! Where the hell have you been! No calls for two weeks! I'm going to call the police! How dare you call!!!"

Then there was a deafening bang, it should be in the locker room, Wyatt slammed the metal cabinet door angrily, and some boys laughed, "Who made our Wyatt angry?"

Wyatt's voice was farther away, and he pressed his throat and said impatiently: "Go away!"

Lin Qingyang Xianyu collapsed in the soft pillows and turned over silently.

It is indeed his fault. After coming to Fitz Manor for so many days, I had a lot of time to call my friends to report their safety, but I forgot because I was too happy to play... Sorry, sorry, I will definitely not do it next time.

He repented in his heart, and waited until Wyatt had almost calmed down before carefully approaching the phone.

"I'm really all right, Wyatt," he said, "I thought you read the paper a while ago."

"You clearly know that I never like to read newspapers. This kind of stuff that is printed with a layer of ink smells like a test paper. I can remember it every time I see it..." The friend's anger subsided, and he began to act as usual Talk about trivial details of life.

After a sudden pause, he asked suspiciously, "What are you talking about the newspaper for?"

"Well . . . maybe you can still find the headlines from last Thursday."

After searching for a while, I couldn't find it.

"My family doesn't have a tradition of buying newspapers at all, and no one around me reads newspapers, only old antiques do that." Wyatt sat back and picked up his phone, "I don't want to guess, Little Mr. Lunn, please speak more frankly."

Lin Qingyang didn't hesitate anymore, and told him: "Maybe you still remember the golden stamp."

"Remember, of course I remember. My old man thought about going to Fitz's department store to find some good things when he had some time. Fortunately, he saw clearly and didn't fall into it, otherwise his private money would be searched by my mother." Huai Ya Te complained, but suddenly realized, he stammered, "Wait, wait, you, are you..."

"Yes," Lin Qingyang said with a smile, "Wyatt! I won that golden stamp!"

The other party was silent for a long time, then suddenly screamed crazily: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Sir, I am currently living in Fitz Manor in Rosaburg. You are welcome to visit anytime, and there is a grand party waiting for you to attend!" Lin Qingyang hummed triumphantly, without reflecting on her How frightened the friend was, "Remember to check the mailbox these two days, there will be an invitation letter sent to you. Also, go and tell Marlowe and Michelson about this."

"You, you don't tell them yourself?"

"Wyatt, I think you should be very aware that they are louder than you."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingyang stretched long, rolled around in the pile of pillows, faced Louis' half-smiling gaze, and stretched out his hand to his butler: "Louis, I want to drink some drinks."

His butler was lazily leaning against the sofa with a tray full of the little prince's favorite food these days. He poured a glass of transparent liquid into the glass without changing his face, Lin Qingyang thought it was another I took a sip of a brand of sparkling water at random, and almost didn't spit it out.

"Plain water!" Tasteless!

Facing Lin Qingyang's angry gaze, Louis calmly placed the tray on the glass coffee table. With a bang, Lin Qingyang shrank back guiltily, looked left and right, and silently grabbed a pillow to cover his face.

The young butler stepped over and lifted a corner of the pillow, just in time to see Lin Qingyang's blue eyes looking up quietly, guilt overflowed from inside.

"I do remember that there are several bottles of soda missing in the cupboard in the small kitchen downstairs," the butler took the pillow away unhurriedly, squatted down, Lin Qingyang turned around silently, curled up, pretending that no one saw him, "Fitz Manor doesn't raise mice, so these bottles of soda have long legs?"

"What if!" Lin Qingyang buried her face in another pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "Maybe some of the children's stories are true, and the soda became a fairy, so they ran away?!"

His young master is good at making excuses, Louis smiled lightly, and stood up again: "I have already reminded the servants to lock the kitchen cabinets, so that they will not secretly lose a few bottles."

"Go, lock..."

Lin Qingyang kicked off the pillow, turned her head in disbelief, just met Louis' smiling eyes, suddenly froze, and hesitated.

"It's also good to lock it, so you won't be afraid of missing it."

The young master who ran out of soda whimpered a few times, grabbed back the pillow that had been kicked off, and squeezed it twice as if to vent his anger.

Seeing that Louis had lost his temper, he hesitated to pick up the small snacks on the tray, and coaxed the little prince to be happy: "Master, do you want to eat chocolate cookies? There is not much sugar, and we put raisins in for some sweetness."

Lin Qingyang turned over, only a pair of eyes were exposed behind the pillow, and he called his butler's name in a drawn-out tone: "Louis——"

"No." Lu Yi calmly refused.

Lin Qingyang choked, Louis sighed, and stuffed the plate of cookies into Lin Qingyang's hand, watching Lin Qingyang finally sat up from the sofa, crossed his legs and began to eat cookies: "It's not me, Philip asked the servants to lock it."

The little prince was grinding the cookie with his back molars, showing disbelieving eyes: "But Philip doesn't care how much soda I drink."

Louis interrupted his fantasy cruelly: "He will. When I first came, he had already called the doctor to check you up."

The cookie fell back on the plate with a sting, and the wonderful life with unlimited sparkling water was smashed into foam. Lin Qingyang had the last hope: "Check what?"

"Dentistry."

Lin Qingyang: "..."

Louis said: "I don't think the young master has gained much weight, so the sugar content should be fine, and the next thing is the teeth that are easily corroded. Here, warm water."

The somewhat aggrieved young master hugged the water glass, grinding his teeth like a hamster with the edge of the glass, and began to imagine the dream of interrupting three months of affluent life and flying away to buy a warehouse of soda.

Louis could tell what he was thinking at a glance, but Fitz Manor would not let go so easily and let the little prince run away.

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