luck on thursday

Lin Qingyang was dumbfounded when he heard it, and felt that he had been fed a big mouthful of melon.

He has long lost the memory of the past, so the stranger seemed to be listening to other people's stories, but the gentlemen looked unfriendly, all of them dark and frightening, as if they wanted to tear Robin apart—this time Philip pressed the button Live Louis.

Chesterton came in from the outside, and the old butler seemed to have heard a few words, with a serious face, Philip knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair, turned his face and said a few words to the old butler, the old butler nodded, and signaled with his eyes son.

Louis said he knew, he came over, stretched out his hand in front of Lin Qingyang, and invited his little prince to go back to rest.

"Master?"

He called softly, "It's getting late, Philip is here, shall we go back to the room to rest first?"

Lin Qingyang glanced back at Philip, who also nodded to him, he struggled for a moment, and said, "Can't you tell me the rest?"

Philip was stunned and hesitated, "Of course Joe can listen, but it's already three o'clock..."

"Three o'clock?" Lin Qingyang was a little puzzled.

Louis sighed, and reminded him vaguely: "Next month, I will take the self-selected exam, and the young master hasn't finished writing the papers in the morning?"

Lin Qingyang suddenly remembered that he had an appointment with Robin for a horse riding competition at noon, and he only wrote two papers in the morning and reviewed the knowledge points of the three units... That's right!He still has half a paper to finish!

"The following conversation will be very long. When I rest at night, what Joe wants to know, I will tell you, okay?" Philip raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "I don't want to delay Joe's study. time."

Lin Qingyang said: "Okay."

Just as he was about to leave the door, the magician suddenly raised his head and stopped him: "Young master, wait a minute."

His voice surprised everyone in the room, Lin Qingyang stopped in her tracks, turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

The magician's gestures changed, as if he was continuing an unfinished magic trick, Lin Qingyang couldn't help but took a few steps forward, wanting to know what the magician was doing.

The gentlemen became vigilant, staring closely at the magician's empty hand—before the magician entered Fitz Manor, all dangerous items on him had been searched, could it be that he hadn't been found yet? Is it a weapon...?

But there was nothing, the magician made an action of releasing countless balloons, and finally tapped Lin Qingyang's forehead from the air.

"May God bless you," he said, "that all suffering is over, and you will find happiness and well-being."

……

Lin Qingyang was obviously absent-minded when writing the paper. He propped his face with one hand and held the pen in the other. After finishing a problem, he stood the pen between the two in a bored way, and turned it vigorously—the pen flew out , rolled around on the floor and stopped in front of Louis.

The butler came over to see how the young master was doing. He didn't expect to see such a scene.

With a low laugh, he bent down to pick up the pen, and pushed it on the table.

"What's the matter?" Louis dragged out the ending, seeing the young master put his head on the table, the snow-white scroll was pressed a little, and the black handwriting on the paper became blurred, he raised his eyes, The pupils are blue, like the calm sea under the sky.

Lin Qingyang sighed confidently: "Louis, I'm so tired——"

The current young master has not only learned to act like a baby, but also learned to act like a baby with integrity and integrity.

Louis pulled out a chair and sat beside him. The young master habitually leaned over, pressed on him, and half-closed his eyes.

What else could the housekeeper do, so he pinched the back of the young master's neck, and teased gently: "At the beginning, my young master wanted to take the Imperial College entrance examination, why can't even finish a paper today?"

Lin Qingyang: "..."

How he answered these words was nothing more than the inherent laziness of human beings. When he saw someone he knew and trusted, he couldn't help complaining.

He retracted his head resentfully, held the pen again, and wrote down a formula: "Why can't I finish writing, isn't it just..."

I got stuck later, and I didn't think of any serious words.

Louis took his paper, glanced down, raised his eyebrows and said, "Young master is improving very fast, and the accuracy rate of such difficult papers is very high."

It's rare to see Louis praise so smoothly, Lin Qingyang leaned over to look at his paper with some pride, and then heard the butler click on a few questions on the paper: "I only got this one wrong, this one, this one, this one And this one, and here are a few more questions."

Lin Qingyang: "..."

what.

God, listen to what he said.

Is this a compliment, or is it irony? ! !

He responded calmly: "Maybe I'd be happier without the next few words, really."

Mr. Wilfred seemed to have succeeded in a prank. He smiled, leaned back in his chair and watched his young master hold the pen, earnestly revised the wrong questions pointed out, and then made a row of summaries .

When Lin Qingyang finished writing the last wrong question, Louis suddenly spoke out, with obvious joy in his voice, he must have thought of something happy.

"Master, is this good?"

Mr. Wilfred thought of a good idea, "To celebrate, heck, to help improve grades, let's play a little game?"

The hand that was writing paused, Lin Qingyang was a little puzzled, Louis would not be someone who likes to play games with others.

"what game?"

His eyes were still on the paper, although his ears were quietly raised, listening to the butler announce the rules of the game.

Louis supported the table with one hand, leaned forward with his upper body, and nodded his side face with the other hand.His expression was languid, his tone nonchalant, as if it was just an innocuous little game for everyone to gain - but his eyes didn't say so.

The butler stared at his little prince, as if he was trying to test his thoughts further, and then went further and further, nibbling away bit by bit.

"It's very simple," he said softly, "If this paper can't achieve this correct rate, how about giving me a kiss from the young master?"

……not so good.

How did he not know that Louis would say such a thing before.

Lin Qingyang put down his pen, the two of them seemed to know something well, but they didn't say anything further.He glanced back at Louis and sighed: "Sir, do you know that this is considered hooliganism?"

"So what does the young master think?"

Louis clicked on the test paper, and when he glanced over, the gray-green peripheral vision extended from the corner of his eyes. Lin Qingyang thought about it, and answered him honestly: "I don't think it's good."

As soon as he finished saying this, the butler sighed softly, bent his back slightly, and moved a little closer.

All of a sudden, like the deer in the manor, lightly jumping over the water of the fountain, the little prince suddenly turned his head, half-closed his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, covering up most of the emotions that were exposed. Also rusty and polite, kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Just touch the water and go away.

Afterwards, the blue-eyed young master lazily leaned against the back of the chair and laughed: "Even if I don't do the paper, I can still give you a kiss—how about it?"

Louis stared at him blankly for a moment, then smiled, and said in a gentlemanly and natural tone, "Of course it's okay."

"When I was six or seven years old and went to school, my mother often did this trick."

However, my young master's kung fu still hadn't been perfected. After pretending to be calm for a few minutes, he was still slowly beaten back to his original shape, belatedly remembering what he did just now.

He couldn't write the paper with a pen, and he thought frantically for a few minutes, and finally pretended that nothing happened, and started to make up some past events that never happened.

"It's a trick to coax children to study, isn't it? It's just that my mother said that I have to improve my grades to A before I can give one. Later, I slowly developed the habit of reading books by myself."

The way he opened his eyes and talked nonsense is really cute. Louis was a little bit ready to move because of the kiss just now, thinking in his heart that otherwise they would show each other, and it would be meaningless to keep playing these back and forth games.

Just as he was about to talk, the phone in his pocket rang, so he stopped talking and went outside to answer the phone.

It turned out that the conversation on Philip's side was over and he was asked to go down to the family meeting.

After Louis answered the phone, he came back to appease his young master: "Joe write the paper well, I'll have a meeting with Philip first, okay?"

Lin Qingyang bit her pen and nodded obediently, without looking at him.

When the housekeeper came out of the room, he glanced down, only to find that he had scribbled a large area on the draft paper.

So the little prince slid down the chair little by little, and finally kicked his legs on the table to write the paper.

What Philip wanted to tell Louis was the news he got from the magician—it was very unacceptable, all the bad things were piled up here, like a volcano that had been silent for many years, and finally erupted!

Not only did they know that the young master was instigated to be taken away when he disappeared, but he also had a vague glimpse of the reason why they couldn't find Lin Qingyang...someone secretly stopped him.

The maid back then took away the young master, and went south first to Yoube City to hide from the limelight for a while. However, during that time, she found that someone was following and monitoring them, and she was particularly panicked, fearing that she would be discovered, so she took The young master hid in Tibet. In the end, the maid felt unwell and felt that she could not continue to wander with him, so she left him at the door of a local family.

It stands to reason that this family treats Lin Qingyang very well, and there will be no more disturbances in the future. Since then, he has grown up here peacefully. However, when he was seven years old, his family had a plane crash and had to go to an orphanage.

Unexpectedly, the orphanage's economic situation was good, but suddenly the economy declined, so the young master's living standard also declined. After two or three years of hard work, he was adopted by Benjamin's family; After two years, I went to the home of the last adoptive parents.

In the end, the adoptive parents had a car accident. Originally, the society provided subsidies for children in this situation. Who knew that human intervention caused Lin Qingyang to lose his house and subsidies. In the end, he had to go north to find a job and became a homeless person.

All of this seemed to have a pair of eyes watching from behind, secretly balancing his situation.

Once he got better, he took action to break all the good things; when he was about to hit the bottom, he reluctantly gave him a little favor, so that he could continue to float in the society, struggle, and be with that rich and well-clothed, pampered and grown-up girl. The young master went further and further away.

Some people manipulated these, even at the expense of human life.

The magician utters two words.

Robin.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-0720:26:53~2019-12-0821:19:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Zijin; 1 bottle of Wu Ling;

Thank you little angel Zijin and little angel Wu Ling for their nutrient solution!The author of Salted Fish loves you~ Hug!

Ah, the villain at the end of this article appears, but things are in the past tense, the author of Xianyu has also thought about the solution, little angels don't worry~ the present and future of the little prince are beautiful!No more plots no bad guy can do anything to Joe!