luck on thursday

It took two months for the results of the self-selection exam to come down. After several rounds of review in the dark, Lin Qingyang inevitably fell into the common cycle of all students after the exam.For example, eat and sleep, sleep and eat.

Louis pinched his young master's face when he met him: "Master, I think you are round."

Lying on the bed in the shape of a salted fish, the young master who just wanted to gurgle buried his face in the pillow and looked at him with one eye, vaguely accusing his housekeeper of disturbing sleep at critical times.

"Listen," he complained, "is this a human language? It's the first sentence in the morning?"

Mr. Fried withdrew his hands with a low smile, and opened his arms: "Get up, my little master?"

So Lin Qingyang, who was not fully awake, automatically rolled into his arms, squinted her eyes and fell asleep again.When he woke up fully again, he was not surprised to find that he was no longer on the bed, but was sitting upright in front of the long dining table.

Philip looked as expected: "Joe finally woke up, and Louis is still trying to feed you."

A fork with food stuck in it was placed near his mouth, Lin Qingyang yawned, and took the fork to eat by himself: "Louis? I'm really curious how you brushed my teeth."

The butler shrugged, without specific details: "Some special means were used."

Probably, the credit of the electric toothbrush.

The old butler brought an invitation letter from outside, bypassed Philip, put it in front of Lin Qingyang, and said solemnly: "Master, it is an invitation letter from Christopher's family."

Christopher, by the way, he remembered, it was the candidate next door who had a bad match with him yesterday.He was well-dressed, even his hair was neatly combed, but he stepped on the railing under the table in front of him, and tearfully described his miserable family situation, which almost brought tears to the eyes of the people around him.

Christopher: "My mother came back from the textile factory yesterday and told me that her back hurt so much that she couldn't stand up straight. She worked ten hours straight to send me to school for a meager salary."

Lin Qingyang gestured politely: "Thank you, my mother is no longer here."

Christopher: "..."

He continued to babble without giving up: "My father is a poor worker in a food factory. He has always suffered from a herniated lumbar spine. However, the hateful boss insisted on making him work overtime until late at night without paying overtime pay... Woo!"

Lin Qingyang waited for the exam to start until he had a wood planer hamster in his heart, and was gagged for a while by the next door, and he felt a lot more relaxed. He just wanted to laugh, so he joined the sell-out contest and started beeping blindly.

"I was an orphan and lived in an orphanage. I couldn't eat a single meal of meat for two years. I woke up every day with only a thin bowl of cabbage and a thin slice of bread. I was so hungry that my chest stuck to my back and I had to drag my hungry body. Going to school ... the most anticipated thing of the year is the birthday, so the dean will give us a bar of chocolates."

Christopher sensed something was wrong, so he opened his mouth and said, "I wrote a letter to my grandpa in the city at night, hoping that he would pick me up. Our family lives in a hut less than five square meters, and the roof leaked. I looked at the building. I swear that I will take the God of Science and Technology and get rid of this fate!"

Lin Qingyang said with a smile: "Just a piece of chocolate the size of a palm will feed the entire hospital for half a month."

Christopher wiped away his tears: "I will use my efforts to say no to poverty!"

At this moment, the bell rang, and everyone returned to their seats. After Lin Qingyang heard the neighbor sighed for a while, he said, "Hi, I'm Alva Christopher, how about you?"

Mr. Christopher, a food tycoon, and a wife who can say nothing in the fashion industry.

In short, rich and one of Mr. Two Buildings.

Lin Qingyang: "Hi Christopher, I'm Joe, Joe Fitzgerald."

Christopher: "..."

"Thank you sir, your story is very interesting."

So it was not surprising that Lin Qingyang received the invitation letter from Christopher Manor during breakfast. He flipped through the invitation letter happily, and he saw a string of letters written by hand in a gaudy way, with a playful ending at the end. Make a circle.

He held the invitation letter and laughed for a while before opening it to look at the specific address. The more he looked at it, the more familiar he looked, and he gestured to Philip who was drinking tea with his eyes. The gentleman sitting in the upper seat held the teacup and said, "Christopher is our neighbor."

"... isn't our neighbor Mr. Green?"

"Joe, I'm afraid you forgot that there is another neighbor."

"What a wonderful answer, I didn't think of this direction."

Before he finished speaking, his thoughts were dragged away by the other side in a blink of an eye, and he pulled out the corner of his housekeeper's clothes in a drawn-out tone: "Louis, I want to drink sparkling water—"

The butler put a clean towel on his hand and said, "Master, do you really want to drink it? After all, it's really easy to drink sparkling water..."

Philip put it succinctly: "Fat."

The young master threw the fork angrily: "Thank you very much!"

Afterwards, he slipped into the kitchen aggrieved, trying to impress the servant in charge of the kitchen cabinet with his big blue eyes, and finally happily held a glass of sweet sparkling water.

So when she was sitting in the dining room of Christopher's Manor at night, Lin Qingyang propped her chin up, worried that she had no appetite for a delicious dinner, and was secretly laughed by the housekeeper.

He looked at his new friend, but Christopher was keen to feed his cute kitty cat food.

All the guests were eating with restraint, only the owner's elegant long-haired cat was called "Mimi Mimi", and the owner's young son who was not elegant at all was also called "Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi". The stereo buzzed.

Lin Qingyang: "I really gained insight."

Louis smiled indifferently, and filled the glass for his young master: "The youngest son of Christopher's family has always been like this, and everyone is used to it."

"His father doesn't care?"

"I already have a good enough older son, so naturally I don't need an equally good younger son...maybe."

Lin Qingyang immediately imagined a series of scenes of brotherly rivalry, and then heard Louis silent for a moment, and said: "Maybe it's because the youngest son is too stupid, and I really don't have any hope."

Christopher hugged the cat, and just walked behind Lin Qingyang, a little surprised: "Joe, you eat so little, is it because my cook's skills are not to your liking?"

Of course Lin Qingyang wouldn't say that, in fact, in his opinion, today's dinner is very delicious - his own problem, he drank too much sparkling water: "It's delicious, but I don't have a very good appetite today. "

"We have an event next week, Joe, are you coming?"

Christopher is keen on bringing new friends to meet people from the original circle, seeing Lin Qingyang, he doesn’t want to continue eating, and happily drags him to meet the young gentlemen he knows, all of whom are rare and rich The descendants of powerful gentlemen.

When they heard the news from Fitzgerald that they had found the young master who had been missing for many years, they really wanted to chat with the young master up close.

Last time at the banquet at Fitz Manor, I couldn't find the free time to say hello to Lin Qingyang. I never expected to see him at Christopher's party.

Seeing Lin Qingyang walking in this direction, sitting on the soft sofa, the Louis he brought also stood behind him, silently watching his young master gradually enter the circle of high society young masters.

The moment Lin Qingyang sat down, the young gentlemen applauded gentlemanly, welcoming him to join them.

However, there were also several gentlemen who watched all this silently and did not take any action.

"Good evening, Master Fitzgerald."

The gentleman on Alva's left smiled and said that he was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, but in comparison, Lin Qingyang mixed with some oriental blood, looked a few years younger than him.

"We're still making a bet on how to invite you here. We didn't expect Alva to do it."

The young masters specially chose this corner to chat. A servant stepped forward to adjust the record and chose a familiar song. In addition, several maids served refreshments for the young masters. After a while, a pleasant sound came from the record player. Everyone squinted their eyes in enjoyment and picked up their teacups.

Lin Qingyang picked up a cookie curiously, it was dark green, and it didn't look like any flavor he was familiar with.

"Mr. Christopher and I met in the examination room of Imperial College. We shared the stories of each other's past..."

Mustard, shit, who the hell invented cookies like that.

"...and thoughts about the future."

Christopher rushed to interrupt him. After all, he couldn’t let him tell the sad story of his mother’s hard work in the textile factory and his father’s lack of overtime pay. He would be beaten up by his family.

Everyone booed in surprise, and a gentleman said in shock: "Alva is going to take the exam at Imperial College?"

"Isn't it going to donate a building?" Another pointed out directly, "You have to donate a row of buildings."

…Gentlemen, thank you for letting me know where the tradition of two buildings of indecision comes from.

Lin Qingyang thought mockingly.

Someone suddenly realized: "No wonder Alva's favorite hunting didn't come last month, so will he come this month?"

"Come on, why don't you come? I've finished all the exams, and my grades can't be my obstacle!"

Christopher yelled outrightly, and turned his head to look at Lin Qingyang with bright eyes, "Joe, can you come too? This way we can still form a team, maybe I won't be at the bottom!"

With a bang, the sudden sound attracted everyone's attention, Christopher stopped talking and turned his head, Lin Qingyang leaned lazily on the armrest, and saw an acquaintance walking in from outside the room.

Well, that little Mr. Robin with the little rubber band.

He looked very impatient and expressed his dissatisfaction by tapping the heel on the ground as soon as he came in.When he walked in, he deliberately looked around and saw Lin Qingyangou paused for a moment, and then sat on a sofa that was vacated by everyone, crossing his legs as if nothing had happened.

"what are you guys saying?"

The few gentlemen who had been silent all this time were scrambling to speak at this moment. Obviously, they were people who followed the Robin family.

"People are talking about the time of the month to go hunting."

"Not yet decided, Robin, what do you think?"

Robin thought for a while, and said, "I think this weekend will be good, the weather is good... What do you think of Fitzgerald?"

The two looked at each other, Lin Qingyang withdrew his gaze, took a sip of tea slowly, narrowed his eyes and responded vaguely: "Maybe."

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-0919:36:41~2019-12-1022:22:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: it doesn’t matter, mom is fearless 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Sanweiyue;

Thank you indifferent mom fearless little angel mine!Holding mines and laughing happily OwO

Thank you Sanweiyue little angel for the nutrient solution~give the little angel rua hair~

The author of Xianyu is so tired today. Orz did not save the manuscript, so it is updated now. It is updated urgently with a mobile phone. I hope it will not be too strange?How do you feel that writing on a mobile phone feels different from a computer, and even the rhythm has changed23333

Alright, let’s kiss the little angels one by one, let’s have some relaxed young master’s daily routine today