luck on thursday

When Lin Qingyang woke up the next day, she turned over silently, hugged the long pillow that Louis specially brought for a person, stared blankly at the ceiling, and began to count the curved lines on the edge of the ceiling.

who I am.

where am i.

What did I do yesterday.

……Oh, God!How could he have drunk so much wine yesterday!Even some very low-alcohol sparkling wine can actually get him drunk, why doesn't he know that he can drink so lightly? ! !

Oh yeah, he hardly ever drank before, no wonder he didn't know.

Lin Qingyang rubbed her temples with quite a headache. Fortunately, she didn't have any aftereffects after being drunk. She slept through the night and basically had no effect. She slept red and red, as if she didn't do anything. question.

The young master embraced the pillow and rolled twice on the bed before he dully saw a bright sky light through the gap in the curtains. The hands on the swinging grandfather clock by the wall told him that it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.And Louis hasn't come to wake him up yet.

He covered his face with a headache, feeling that he was really ashamed yesterday.

Lin Qingyang wrapped herself in the quilt, stretched out a hand from the edge of the quilt, and shook a golden bell on the head of the bed. The sound of the golden bell was very loud and clear, and soon there was a knock on the door outside the room. sound.

"Master, I'm coming in." It was Louis' voice outside, and it wasn't hard to hear a smile.

Lin Qingyang murmured indistinctly under the quilt, rolling from one side of the bed to the other, the door opened, Louis pushed the dining car in, and knocked on the door lazily: "Master, I really Come in."

He pushed the dining cart to Lin Qingyang's bed. As expected, on the far side of the bed, the little prince was lying on the bed with the quilt rolled up and snoring. the nape of the neck.

Louis smiled and touched his lips, and said softly in a coaxing tone for a disobedient child: "Today, the cook at home baked delicious cranberry mille-feuille, as well as the noodles and lamb chops that Joe likes."

Lin Qingyang remained unmoved, but still buried her face in the quilt and pretended to be dead.

"In addition to these, there are actually red bean milk pies and mango mousse. If Joe can eat it, you can even try the mocha smoothie... secretly asked the cook to make it without telling Philip, and put a lot of chocolate sauce. If Joe doesn't Eat it, then let me eat it, it would be a pity if it melts."

Lin Qingyang's face was still buried in the quilt, humming a few words coquettishly.

However, the body secretly turned over in disobedience, and Gulu Gulu rolled back to the edge of the bed, and was embraced by the housekeeper who was guarding the bed.

Louis skillfully stripped the young master out of the quilt, let him sit on the head of the bed, then took out the table on the bed and set it up, took out the food that Lin Qingyang pointed to with his eyes and neatly placed it on the dining table, which was very leisurely. A small vase two fingers wide was placed beside the table.

Lin Qingyang yawned, showing the lazy expression of a cat whose back was stroked, and began to eat with a fork.

"...I let Philip dove yesterday." After taking a few mouthfuls, Lin Qingyang moved up guiltily and uneasy, "I just got myself drunk, and I didn't even attend the dinner that I had prepared for so long, isn't it very boring?" polite?"

"How come, the young master is the most polite."

Louis opened the curtains, pulled the ribbon on one side to tie the curtains, and then took out a pair of scissors from the cabinet on the other side and began to trim the branches and leaves that were almost overflowing on Lin Qingyang's bedside vase.

"No one will say anything. The young master has already greeted them. Fitzgerald still has the right to do so."

Having said that, Lin Qingyang was still a little uneasy. He quickly finished his brunch, rushed downstairs, and was sitting on the sofa in the corner of the hall waiting for Philip to go downstairs for lunch.

When Philip walked out of the stairwell, he happened to see the young master at home poking his head and looking this way. When he met his eyes, he pretended that he had nothing to do and just looked casually. He even pretended to pick up the teacup on the glass coffee table. Here.

Fitzgerald first made eye contact with the young butler behind Lin Qingyang.

how about it?

Waking up in the morning is pretty normal.

Maybe it was boring in the manor some time ago.

well said.So I have nothing to do today, so I took it out to play

hurry up.

Hurry up too, stay in the manor every day, what about Philip who used to work overtime and never leave?

……died.

Louis showed a speechless expression, watched Philip show a friendly smile, and pushed the wheelchair towards this side.

"How did Joe sleep last night?"

Philip originally wanted to chat with Lin Qingyang casually in a homely way, but Lin Qingyang became more restless after hearing this, and whispered awkwardly: "I slept well, thank you Philip. It was just yesterday's dinner..."

Philip suddenly realized: "You mean the dinner party?"

Seeing that Lin Qingyang couldn't sit still, she said gently: "Yesterday's dinner was very successful, everyone chatted very happily."

Only then did Lin Qingyang heave a sigh of relief, and smiled a little: "That's good."

Like chasing a butterfly, the young master happily followed the servant into the kitchen to see if there were any novelty snacks to sneak in. Louis followed behind, and Philip sighed and glanced at him sideways: "This is" Very normal'?"

Louis spread his hands helplessly: "At least 10 minutes ago."

The housekeeper watched Lin Qingyang walk around the kitchen, he didn't even grab a freshly baked butter biscuit, he just walked out of the kitchen with a smile on his face, and went upstairs again after groping his stomach after half a brunch.

Mr. Fitzgerald took the only head seat at the long table in the restaurant, and the two generations of butlers took the deputy seat. This position had been unchanged for many years, and the servants were silent, as usual, according to the master's preference. Serve the dishes one by one in a regular and rigorous order.

However, without the blue-eyed young master at home, I always feel that something is missing, empty, and seems a little boring.

Philip took a sip of his wine, and returned to the gentle and polite gentleman's tone that he hardly used in front of Lin Qingyang during this time: "In the Obsidian Hall at night, don't forget the time, Louis."

The young butler lowered his eyes and raised his glass to the superior host: "Of course."

Lin Qingyang took care of herself in the cloakroom, looked at herself in the dressing mirror, and found that the bow tie was never tied properly, and it was just a little bit different from Louis's.

He tossed about for a long time, so he poked his head out of the cloakroom to ask the housekeeper for help: "Louis, come and help me tie my bow tie, okay?"

Louis came over to hold up his bow tie, Lin Qingyang raised his chin obediently, revealing his fair neck and Adam's apple, Louis' eyes moved slightly, his white-gloved fingers brushed lightly around the young master's neck, neatly tied a bow tie .

Lin Qingyang raised his chin as high as he could, and didn't feel the butler's private movements at all. He also asked with great anticipation: "Louis, what are there at the auction? Are they all weird black technologies?"

"There are also many non-technical products, such as 1000 coins minted by non-Planlu II two hundred years ago."

When they arrived at the Obsidian Hall, Lin Qingyang realized that the auction was not what he had imagined. Everyone was sitting in their seats, and the host introduced the auction items one by one.

Instead, all the auction items are placed in an exhibition hall, and a piece of paper covered with a red cloth is placed in front of them. Guests need to write prices on the paper under the red cloth within two hours of the auction. Higher wins.

The guests spoke politely in a low voice, and bent over to look at the nameplates with detailed information beside the exhibits. The exhibition hall did not use large-scale lighting, but only set special lighting lights above the auction items to fully display the auction items. the value of.

Lin Qingyang has just finished watching a complete set of mechanical arms—the introduction said that the auction item is very light, but very easy to use, with a response no less than the speed of nerves and strength ten times that of a human hand. Like a big pill.

In a blink of an eye, I saw a fossil egg placed in the center of the red velvet cloth. The introduction was a creature that Lin Qingyang had never heard of, and it was said to have a high collection value.

Seeing his eyes resting on the fossil egg for a few seconds, Louis asked considerately, "Master likes this eggshell? Then shall I buy it?"

"No, no, no!" Lin Qingyang immediately vetoed it, "I just think the pattern on the eggshell is pretty, the pattern is like a cut gemstone."

In a blink of an eye, he saw a real set of jewelry not far away, which was shining beautifully under the cover of the crowd and the light.

It was a set of jewelry made of emeralds, but not very pure dark green or turquoise.

Instead, it feels foggy, as if covered with a layer of veil and slowly floating, like a fine mist, illusory, about to melt into an invisible gray mist in the bright luster, invisible and intangible, touch and leave.

Lin Qingyang was attracted by it at a glance, and only after walking over did she realize that these gemstones that are not pure in color are not defective products, but smoke stones that are rarely produced in the extreme north region, and are also a kind of gemstones, with high prices and low yields, and this set Jewelry is the ultimate in high quality smoked stone.

He felt that this set of gemstones looked familiar, as if he had seen this color often...

Lin Qingyang was stunned to see a customer stepping forward to lift the red cloth to write down the price, then suddenly remembered, turned to look at Louis' face, the housekeeper followed him all the time, smiled and looked down gently.

That's right, Louis' eyes are this color!Almost identical!

He opened his mouth and said nothing.

It's just that there are sudden chugs in my heart, as if an unexpected change has occurred somewhere.

On the contrary, Louis saw something tricky, squinted at the smoke stone jewelry, and asked casually: "Master... like these smoke stones?"

"No, no," Lin Qingyang stammered, "It's just that I rarely see gemstones like this, so I'm a little curious."

"Sacrifice stone, the stone used by priests in ancient times for sacrificial ceremonies, but it is used less now, basically as jewelry decoration."

Louis stepped towards the red cloth, but Lin Qingyang hurriedly grabbed the hem of his clothes and shook it softly, "Young Master, buy it if you like it. This set is estimated to be around 1000 million."

……thanks.

But please don't talk about money like paper in front of him.

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