luck on thursday

Even boys who are not so well-dressed spend a lot of time on it.

Louis personally picked out a suit of clothes for him, and turned the long floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room to face Lin Qingyang in the armchair.The young master tugged at the bow tie and asked Louis to change him to a looser style.

Although Philip said that this was just a very small banquet, and he only invited a few friends of the old Mr. Fitzgerald, we hadn't gathered for a long time, and we took this opportunity to get together, but Lin Qingyang was still a little nervous.

"Then," Lin Qingyang asked, "do they know my... identity?"

"Of course I know," Philip said with a friendly smile, and the wheelchair made a slight noise. He approached Lin Qingyang and trimmed the folds on Qiao's coat. It was found that there was nothing to do, and Louis had already taken care of it. "It's all gone." Say hello."

"Okay." The young master at home obediently responded.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the guests began to come to the door one after another. The first one to come was Wagner, who lived in Fitzgerald Town and was recuperating. It is said that besides Lin Qingyang, he was the protagonist of this banquet, and he came to reunite with old friends.

The old man got out of the car, was supported by a servant, sat in a wheelchair and pushed him to this side, beat his leg while walking, blowing his beard and talking to the servant who took care of him, when he turned his head and saw Lin Qingyang , his eyes lit up unexpectedly, without saying a word, he hurried over here.

Standing at the gate of the castle, Lin Qingyang saw this scene, and for some reason wanted to laugh.

If you add the time when he was in a wheelchair when he injured his arm, Philip also used a wheelchair, and now Wagner is also here in a wheelchair, then they can be called the Fitzgerald Trio in a wheelchair.

But speaking of it, Wagner is in poor health and has no strength to walk around standing up, so he is in a wheelchair. Then Philip is in his prime and looks very normal, why is he also in a wheelchair?

... Could it be that there is something wrong with the legs?But he didn't dare to ask the question.

Wagner quickly pushed the wheelchair and came to Lin Qingyang along the main road of the manor. Seeing that the young master had been raised energetically, he was a little satisfied, and suddenly pursed his lips, obviously unhappy.

"Where's the ring I gave you?" he yelled, "Is it in another cabinet to gather dust?!"

Lin Qingyang scratched his face, he always felt that when he went out, he would wear such a conspicuous and shiny ring on his hand, someone would miss it.

And also a little embarrassed: "I just put it in the drawer. The main reason is that the pattern of the ring is a bit big, it feels very conspicuous when worn, and it doesn't match well with clothes..."

Wagner naturally obeyed Joe unconditionally, and agreed with all his heart: "Okay, okay, I will give you a small one next time, the one that is not conspicuous. Do you like gold or other colors?"

Those who heard their conversation on the side sighed.

The symbolic ring of Fitzgerald's next successor may be changed beyond recognition by the elders who dote on the younger generation.

Louis didn't speak behind them. After the two muttered and finalized the details of the ring, he said, "A guest is here."

It's not a strict banquet, so there are not many rules for eating. Those who come first can be seated casually, but the main meal will not officially start until eight o'clock. Before that, guests can freely take the small desserts that are two fingers wide on the table.

As Philip said, there were not many people, at least not enough to sit on the long table in the restaurant of Fitz Manor.The servants laid out the tablecloths for the guests in an orderly manner, put away the knives, forks and goblets, and recorded the guests' taboos.Another group of people came out with trays in line, and placed the appetizers in the center of the long table.

Lin Qingyang didn't have time to eat those tempting snacks—seriously, they looked so delicious, not just sweet like ordinary desserts, but filled with cooked minced meat and fish slices of various flavors, paired with sour Sweet plum sauce to eat - he must hurry up to get to know these familiar or unfamiliar guests.

This, the rich boss he saw in the newspaper!

This, the rich boss he saw interviewed on TV!

And this, the rich thief I saw on the cover of a magazine!

And this, this, this, this, this, this, although I don't know him, but the class is not low, the rich boss!

Although he couldn't recognize the leaders in their respective fields, and couldn't tell the difference between this family and that family, Lin Qingyang only knew that...they were all richer than him!They are all famous people!

Wagner's old friends turned out to be these people!But some people looked more like Philip's old friends based on their age?

Sure enough, Philip personally led him to get to know these people, and introduced him politely to a middle-aged gentleman, "This is Mr. Green, who is our neighbor. The manor is just west of Fitzgerald."

Those who can make their homes in this area are not ordinary people!

This Mr. Green is wearing a well-fitting suit coat, accompanied by a gray-black vest and shirt. He looks about 40 years old, about the same age as Philip, but there are more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He also has a pair of blue eyes. , Lin Qingyang inexplicably felt a little kind.

When this gentleman laughed, the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes spread out like ripples in a lake, which added to the charm of a mature man. He even combed his hair, which is completely like a successful person.

Lin Qingyang smiled and said, "Good evening, Mr. Green, welcome to Fitz Manor."

"Polite boy, Philip is a good teacher," said Mr. Green, smiling, looking at his face carefully. "Alia..."

Philip put his hands together and said slowly: "It's almost exactly the same as Alia, isn't it?"

"Yes, I'm glad." Mr. Green agreed slowly.

He stretched out his hand to the side, and immediately the accompanying servant stepped forward and handed over a small gift box. Mr. Green put the gift box in Lin Qingyang's palm, and pressed it down lightly, inexplicably, Lin Qingyang saw a trace of nostalgia and guilt in his eyes: "A little greeting, it can be regarded as...Say hello to Alia."

Mr. Green sat down at the table, and Lin Qingyang cast a puzzled look at Philip.

Philip cleared his throat, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and said, "Speaking of which, Green is one of...Alia's suitors. He didn't give up when Alia carried her son back to the manor. However, the child was lost later. He also helped us search together for a long time."

……Oh!

It turned out to be that Alia's past!That's right, Miss Alia is really good-looking, innocent and bright, with a rich family background, there must be a lot of people who like her.

He smiled and said: "That seems to be a good person." It is estimated that he was issued a good person card back then.

Lin Qingyang sat on the sofa resting in the corner, asked Louis for a pair of small scissors, slowly cut the ribbon on the gift box, tore off the wrapping paper, opened the cover of the gift, and a card appeared inside!

Louis stood behind him, tsk-tsk said: "Mr. Green is also direct enough."

Lin Qingyang took out the card in a daze, and from the small print on the back of the card, it was not a joke, it was indeed a bank card!

However, it is different from ordinary banks. Lin Qingyang recognizes this bank. After all, the world-renowned Depra Bank is the only big bank that has never been stolen. In addition to depositing money, it can also store other valuables !

"It's Depra," the butler recognized through the reflective logo on the bank card. "Maybe Mr. Green has saved a surprise for you in Depra, waiting for you to open it."

"Hope is something meaningful, don't come up with seven-figure and eight-figure numbers," Lin Qingyang joked helplessly, "No, even money is pretty good, I think I can afford it."

"Money? Fitz Manor has plenty."

Louis brought a bottle of sparkling wine from the passing waiter's tray, tilted the slender glass slightly, walked around from behind, brought it to Lin Qingyang's mouth, and said softly, "Come and have a taste, the chef of the manor is according to the young master's instructions. The taste is specially adjusted."

Lin Qingyang turned her face to catch the glass, took a small sip, her blue eyes narrowed, it was really different from all the sparkling wines she had tasted curiously before, the bubbles were more dense, and it gradually faded in the depths of her mouth. disappear;

The taste is also three points sweeter, which weakens the smell of the wine, just like drinking a glass of sparkling water with the aroma of wine, but the taste is dense, Lin Qingyang sips it to fill up half of the glass, happily holding the glass and laughing.

"This tastes really good!" He said and took another sip.

A servant stopped Louis and asked him about the location of the new guest. Louis just turned around in less than 2 minutes. When he came back, he saw Lin Qingyang sitting upright with an empty glass in his hand, With his back facing him, he seemed to be thinking about some difficult math problem.

"What are you thinking, master?"

Louis reached out to reach his shoulder, but with a slight shake, Lin Qingyang fell down along the arc of the sofa back, and Louis quickly caught it, the glass fell onto the sofa, and rolled to the edge of the cushion, The waiter with the empty tray at the side looked at Louis's gloomy face, then at Lin Qingyang with his eyes closed, he almost raised his hands and rolled his eyes.

You only need to get closer, and you can see a few blocked sparkling wine glasses on the small glass table in front of Lin Qingyang, all of which are empty, obviously smothered by the young master's silent gulp.

"He drank so much, why don't you remind him?" Louis frowned.

The waiter scratched his hair, and the empty tray in his hand was suddenly too hot to hold: "The young master said he wanted to drink, so I brought it..."

Seeing that Louis didn't care about him, he immediately put the empty tray under his arm, looked left and right, and hurried to the kitchen.

The butler walked around the couch and hugged the young master who fell asleep after drinking too much, preventing him from sliding down.

Fortunately, Lin Qingyang did not make any strange movements. When Louis held him in his arms, he felt a little overwhelmed for the first time. The little prince wrapped his arms around his neck obediently. His cheeks were neither hot nor red, just like normal It's like falling asleep, at most breathing some temperature, quietly like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale.

It's like hugging a big soft cake, light and thin, with a thin body, and the protruding bones of the back are blocked by the suit. The smell of wine is very light, and only a little bit of sugar can be wafted in the ears.

It seemed that the posture was a bit awkward, Lin Qingyang grunted, turned over a little, put her head on his neck, and fell asleep peacefully.

Louis slowly turned around, picked up the little prince firmly, and walked towards the stairs.

When passing by Philip who was chatting with others, Mr. Fitzgerald was really surprised: "What's wrong? You fell asleep before the dinner party started?"

"Drink too much."

"I wanted him to recognize someone at first... Forget it, when he wakes up, remember to ask the kitchen to make something to eat, and drink alcohol without dinner. I think his stomach will feel uncomfortable." Philip sighed helplessly.

"Will do."

Louis replied briefly, and took Lin Qingyang back to the bedroom.

The little prince's bedroom was exactly the same as in the morning, warm and comfortable, there was a comic book that Lin Qingyang hadn't finished reading on the bedside, it was half-rolled, and it was randomly pressed on top of the cabinet.Lin Qingyang's room didn't like other servants coming in often, so yesterday's clothes were hung on the back of the chair, the quilt was unfolded, and she slumped lazily on a corner of the bed.

He turned on some dim bedside lamps, illuminating this small world, as if a boat sailing for a long time finally saw a little light on the other side.Like endless starlight, and like one of the thousands of lights that are unreachable above the quiet river.

He smiled distressedly, pressed the corner of his lips against Lin Qingyang's soft side face, and said softly: "Then go to sleep."

"Good night."

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