luck on thursday

Louis woke up very early, and he found himself lying on a bed that was not soft at all, surrounded by warmth, and there was a young master lying on his arm, snoring softly.

He turned his head slightly slowly, just enough to see Lin Qingyang's side face, sleeping soundly, there was an invisible wind coming from the other end of the room, he remembered that Lin Qingyang closed the window last night, it didn't make sense There is still wind.

Turning his head again, Philip was sitting in a wheelchair at the door of the room, smiling quietly.

Louie: "Good morning?"

Philip raised his eyebrows and didn't speak. He watched Mr. Wilfred Jr. turn over from the young master's bed. He was still wearing the same clothes as last night. After a night, even his trousers were wrinkled. When he got out of bed , Joe behind him hummed and chirped a few times, and Louis turned around to comfort him.

After a pause, he didn't dare to give Philip a small kiss under his nose.

Louis picked up last night's coat, closed the door behind his back, and put it on himself casually.It was still a bit cold in the morning, the corridor was opened by the servants to ventilate the air, and the blowing made the flower in the vase at the end of the corridor sway.

Philip had to say: "I have to remind you that Joe hasn't accepted you yet." And me.

The corners of Louis' lips curled up, and he smiled with great joy, with a natural expression. Philip immediately saw something from his attitude, and sighed again—there were too many sighs in the past two days, and he felt that he was getting old soon. up.

"It will be soon, I believe."

Lin Qingyang woke up, and before she fully opened her eyes, she smelled Louis.

How should I put it, it's very light, but it's obvious that it's placed under your nose.He huddled under the quilt and sniffed it again and again, sincerely thinking that there was something wrong with his nose, and when he got up and brushed his teeth, he was still thinking, did he miss Louis so much that he had hallucinations?

On going out, however, he saw Mr. Wilfried and Philip sitting together, enjoying their breakfast.

Lin Qingyang said in surprise: "Louis! When did you come back?!"

Philip clicked his tongue, as he expected, he wanted to find his housekeeper as soon as he woke up, otherwise he would feel restless all day.

Louis stood up and opened the chair for the little master: "Last night."

"You didn't call me when you came back... Tell me, what did I do last night," Lin Qingyang complained, "Why does my bed smell like Louis, so I can't sleep when I wake up."

The gentlemen next to them looked at each other, Philip was expressionless, and Louis smiled lowly, holding Lin Qingyang's shoulders, and the host in the main seat stared at the two of them, afraid of doing something young under their noses. Do what you love.

Louis raised his hand to comb Lin Qingyang's somewhat messy black hair, and said, "Don't Joe remember?"

Lin Qingyang "Huh?" expressed doubts, he had no memory of last night.

"Yesterday, I went to the young master's room and said good night to the young master. I wanted to go back to my own room to sleep, but I didn't expect the young master to hold me and never let me go—" He purposely elongated his tone, making it even more lingering, Philip put down Fork, and began to wonder when Mr. Wilfried Jr. had acquired such a tune.

Lin Qingyang was startled, and the ears began to turn red, and he complained dissatisfiedly: "I won't hold others back! Louis, you must be lying!"

After I finished speaking, I felt a little arbitrary. Looking into Louis' eyes, I began to think in a panic. Could it be that I was really so clingy when I was half awake...?

God, he must have never done such a thing!

Philip interrupted their words. Although his expression was extremely calm when he spoke, he could still make people feel Mr. Fitzgerald's displeasure: Ah, my young master is really going to run away with the housekeeper, what should I do.

"Louis, Joe knows."

Louis glanced at it and reacted instantly.

"Huh? So why did you hide it from Joe?" He still couldn't help it. He stretched out his hand and pinched the back of Lin Qingyang's neck. The young man in the fluffy pajamas "doesn't feel like it makes any sense."

Philip made a gesture and asked Lin Qingyang if he had told him what he thought about this matter at that time.

Lin Qingyang thought for a while: "Me? Probably..."

He thought for a moment, and said sincerely, "I think these damn rich people are driven crazy by [-] million."

……

Something big happened at Fitz Manor!

them!Hosted our second dinner party of the year!

It's really hard to imagine that Fitzgerald, who didn't hold a banquet in the past year and lived like a transparent person every time the upper class had dinner, has also become keen on holding banquets!Is this still Fitzgerald?ah? ! !

In the big circle of high society this time, almost every family has received a solemn invitation letter from Fitzgerald. The last cruise party can still be said to be a joke among juniors. This dinner is definitely very important, Fitzgerald appears to be about to make a big announcement.

The sharp-eyed reporters from the outside world heard the news and realized that something was different this time, so they tried their best to squeeze into the wrought-iron gate of Fitz Manor, trying to dig out some exclusive news from the clues.

But Fitzgerald only invited a few big media, so the reporters carried five or seventy-eight recording pens in their arms and a video camera that could never be carried by hand. .

But even the big media can only enter a few people, let alone these small magazine reporters who don't even have qualifications.

When that day came, the reporters lined up early in the morning and stood guard at the gate of Fitzgerald, expecting to capture some exciting pictures.They know that the dinner party starts at night - so what does it matter, if you come earlier, you can grab a better seat, instead of standing behind and being blocked from the whole picture, even if you are a monkey that can climb trees Also powerless.

The above are the mental activities of the first reporter who squatted at the gate of Fitz Manor at eight o'clock.

After waiting for several hours, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he drove away quietly, went to the city to buy a pack of cigarettes and a box of fast food, and after eating happily, when he came back, he saw his colleagues like monkeys who could climb trees Also at the gate of Fitz Manor, his original position was also taken.

Mr. Reporter: "...Oh!!!"

Two hours before the dinner, the major media began to enter the venue; one hour before, the high-society dignitaries who came to the appointment stood in the Fitz Manor, their cars filled the entire garage, and there was an endless stream of entourage In and out of the garage, parking their car.

These wealthy and powerful gentlemen stepped into the gate of the Fitz Manor Castle, discussing quietly Fitzjeller's purpose for calling them here.You know, Fitzgerald is one of the families with the least affairs in the upper class (of course, it may be due to their small number of people), and they can't hold back any news for many years, so no one goes back to gossip about them.

And those old gentlemen who attended Philip's banquet tacitly shut up and didn't mention it.

After all, not everyone could accept that Fitzgerald, who had never had a child, suddenly had an heir, not a particularly distant relative, but a blood relative only one generation away.

They estimated that they would move soon, and this would be a test for both Philip himself and the young master Fitzgerald.

Lin Qingyang doesn't think so.

He felt that now was a test!

"Are there so many people?!"

He stood in the stairwell on the second floor of the castle, looked down through the small window, and saw that it was still very empty. He felt that it was a waste of money to build such a big building. Can't see who is who.

The dinner party hadn't started yet, and the long table covered with white cloth was decorated with tassels, and only some appetizers were placed. The guests were intertwined, and very few people attended the banquet just to eat these things, so the dishes on the table were basically untouched.

Lin Qingyang scratched her hair, and looked at the suit on her body in despair, feeling that the tightness affected her breathing.

Not really, it's just a matter of mentality.

With some luck, he turned his head and asked Louis: "I need to stand on the stage to talk, instead of just walking around on the ground... right?"

Louis nodded, breaking his illusion: "Yes, master."

He stared at Louis for 2 minutes, and then turned his head with difficulty breathing, thinking about the possibility of peeing.

Louis laughed and touched the young master's black hair: "I remember Philip said he wanted to hold a special banquet for you, and you didn't refuse?"

"Forgive my ignorance, I always thought that the banquet was the scene of the last cruise party. To be honest, the scale of the last time scared me a lot, let alone this - there are reporters!"

"I was very scared. I didn't see it. I thought the young master had adapted well."

"I thought you were complimenting me."

"Of course I'm praising you, young master. So, let's get used to it a little bit this time?"

"Thanks, I don't think so. Say something else, Louie, where's the toilet?"

"Master, peeing is not advisable; besides, you have lived here for two months, so you don't know the toilet, really."

Lin Qingyang stared at him, Louis lowered his palms funnyly, covering his eyes, the eyelashes in his palms were tickling.

"Why can't I remember the young master speaking so neatly?"

"So you always thought I was a poor stutterer?" Lin Qingyang took a deep breath, and found that when she was nervous, she was indeed very eloquent, and her tongue was much easier.

"Don't be like this, young master, I don't know how to continue talking like this."

Louis got closer to his young master, leaned over to observe Lin Qingyang's masked expression for a few seconds, he couldn't see his eyes, but his lips were tightly pressed, as if he was really nervous.

Well, in that case...

He didn't let go of his hands, but just covered Lin Qingyang's eyes, his eyelids drooped, and most of the gray and green were blocked, then he turned his face slightly, and kissed the young master's side cheek lightly.

"Will you still be nervous?"

He teased softly, let go of his hand a little bit, Lin Qingyang looked at him blankly, his eyes seemed to be looking through him, to an unknown distance.

Louis raised his eyebrows, straightened up and turned around, and saw Philip crossed his hands and looked at them quietly.

Louis: "..."

Hi.

you again.

Why is it always you.