luck on thursday

Until Lin Qingyang finished his breakfast, he didn't see Philip at the main seat of the long table. Lin Qingyang looked left and right, until Louis pressed his shoulders, and then obediently sat in his seat, waiting for Louis to arrange the meal plate, first serve him a soup to moisten his throat.

He knocked on the glass with a long silver spoon impolitely, kept looking at the beautifully colored desserts on the table, and asked, "Louis, where is Philip?"

The dedicated butler replied: "He has gone to Fitzgerald, intending to take care of the house left by Wagner himself. Are you going, master?" Louis silently moved the dessert away, signaling the young master to eat the staple food first.

Lin Qingyang lowered his head silently, took a sip of the soup, and said in a low voice after a while: "No, let Philip stay alone for a while."

For example, a person looks at an old photo album for a while, and recalls the past life or something.

After a while, Lin Qingyang put down the fork, stretched out his hand to grab the corner of Louis's clothes, raised his head, and said nothing.Louis sighed inaudibly, pressed his shoulders, bent down and rubbed the tip of his nose, his eyes were full of the complete figure of the little prince, gentle and tolerant.

"In fact, once I also felt the approach of death, but luckily the ending was lucky."

Lin Qingyang suddenly recalled the previous events, such as that rainy night, he hid under the porch, buried his head between his knees, and almost lost consciousness - not to say almost, he did pass out.He smelled the smell of death, but because of the good-hearted people, he was pulled back again.

Louis didn't ask about the details of the matter, but just filled him with tea. The TV on the side of the restaurant, which was basically used as a decoration, suddenly lit up, and Philip's figure appeared here, accompanied by the low voice and the reporters before the interview. The introduction and the sound of taking pictures can be heard endlessly.

Lin Qingyang cut open the bread with a knife and fork, took a bite of the stuffing flowing out of it, and gestured to the TV with his chin.

"When did Philip record this TV? I always have the feeling that he stayed in the manor during this time and basically never went out to work."

He was thinking a little bit, just in time to see the reporters surrounded Mr. Fitzgerald, and the black suits came out one after another, separating the employers with rather inconvenient legs safely, forming a small circle where no one invaded.

At this time, a reporter put the microphone in and asked a question: "What do you think of Mr. Robin changing the welfare of workers in his factory this time? Do you think Mr. Robin violated the regulations of the Labor Federation?"

Philip raised his hands and pressed them down, and the people around him became quiet and listened to him.

"I regret the injustice suffered by those workers, which will make their lives further oppressed, especially the employees who were unfortunately made redundant as a result of this change."

He leaned his elbows on the wheelchair, crossed his hands, thought for a while and replied, "Fitzgerald has always supported the regulations of the Labor Federation, so we will persuade Mr. Robin to change his mind and transfer the benefits that should belong to them issued, and publicly apologized to the public, admitting that this time it was me..."

beep.

Robin turned off the TV and smashed the remote control board to the floor. The battery slot on the back of the remote control board was smashed through the partition and flew behind the half-open door.His face was extremely ugly, and his subordinates stayed behind him, not daring to take a breath. He knew that the boss was full of anger now, and if he spoke out now, he might be fired along with him, just like those poor people who are begging for life. Ruthlessly driven out of Robin Manor.

Robin said slowly: "I really didn't expect that a cripple without a leg can be so troublesome, cutting off my big orders, and ruining my reputation in front of the public!"

The subordinates were right and wrong, while poking their lips behind him, thinking in their hearts that this boss has a volatile temper. If the salary was not really high, who would work by his side.

Robin didn't look back, and said in a cold tone, "Do you also think Fitzgerald is right?"

The subordinate was startled, arched his back and smiled: "Of course not, boss, you have been fighting with his family for centuries, and this time is just a small setback..."

"...Get out of here!"

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Robin was not happy at all. He pushed the chair and pointed at the door: "If you think he is good, follow him!" There is a sound of rubbing.

The subordinate rolled out in desperation. After a while, the door opened again, and Robin raised his head impatiently from behind the desk: "What are you doing?"

His wife poked her head in timidly, holding a tray in her hand: "Sir, you haven't had breakfast yet, would you like to have some first..."

Robin turned his eyes away from her, as if he was treating an insignificant person instead of his wife who had been married for many years and had a child. He signed the document: "Don't eat."

His wife must have mustered up the courage to disturb her husband's work, but was rejected, and she was a little unwilling.

"Just eat something quick," she insisted in a low voice, "All I cook are easy-to-eat foods. Even if my husband is watching the company's affairs, it doesn't hinder..."

"Get out! Get out! Didn't you hear me!" Robin raised his voice without looking at her.

With a bang, the door was closed in a panic. Outside the door, the young little Robin hugged his mother and asked her dully, "He treats you like this..."

Mrs. Robin shook her head: "He, he is in a bad mood, and you know it."

"But it's always been like this...forget it."

In the room, Robin seemed to hear his son's voice outside the door. He raised his voice and called his son in.

The door opened and closed, little Robin stood straight in front of his father, his hair tied with a rubber band also drooped silently: "Mother obviously did it all for..."

"It's none of her business." Mr. Robin waved his hand and switched to another topic, "I heard that you invited the young master of the Fitzgerald family out, but you haven't even won a round?!"

After Philip returned to the manor, he seemed to be in a much better mood than before, his eyebrows relaxed, and when the old butler pushed his wheelchair into the gate of the manor, Mr. Fitzgerald was still tirelessly talking about the previous events.

"I want to tell Joe what I saw Robin at the headquarters of the United Labor Association," he happily described what he saw that day. Reluctantly..."

The gentlemen were chatting, and the servants of the manor came over to open the gate of the castle for them with lowered eyes. Fitz Manor was exactly the same as before they left, and the restaurant next door with the open door still had a hint of the aroma left over from breakfast. Philip called The servant in the kitchen asked his young master what he had for breakfast, and was a little surprised to find that Lin Qingyang didn't eat much today.

"Maybe it's because you're in a bad mood and you don't have much appetite." The gentlemen speculated secretly and planned to take a look at the young master's room.

As a result, he had just passed the spiral staircase, and the sound of the wheelchair rolling over the floor did not cover the faint sound of water. Philip paused and motioned for the old housekeeper to stop. The young master's corner.

"... To be honest, I think my lung capacity is considered superior among my peers," this is the voice of the young master complaining, it sounds a little hoarse, and he is panting intermittently, which is really pitiful, "But how can I let you go?" Is it not enough to see in front of you?"

Then came the laughing voice of Mr. Wilfred Jr.: "It may be that the lung capacity increases year-on-year with the increase in volume."

"You wait, science says I can grow to be 23, and you are past the age where you can continue to grow."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it—it sounds exciting, a young master who is taller than me or something."

"...what's going on in your head?"

Then there was a muffled groan of unknown meaning. The gentlemen could hear that it seemed that their young master was at a disadvantage, so they hurriedly rolled out of the wheelchair and went around the corner, just in time to see the young, tall, long-legged, gray-green-eyed Mr. Butler, forcefully and lazily Pressing his little master against the wall, he lowered his head and kissed him.

Before the poor young master could catch his breath, he was re-enacted the incident that happened in the morning, his eyes were red, and he kissed him a little aggrieved.

The gentlemen who had just come out of the corner looked away in embarrassment, Louis raised his eyes and saw them, finally he was willing to let Lin Qingyang go.

He politely backed away a little space, quite politely straightened the young master's collar, and combed Lin Qingyang's somewhat messy black hair neatly, as if he hadn't done anything just now.

In fact, the gentlemen from the beginning to the end: "..."

Louis said: "I thought you were looking for trouble, but I didn't expect you to come back so early."

Philip coughed, and he always felt that this action was very skillful: "I didn't expect to see it here. So you are still together?"

Louis responded to the elder's question with some indistinct complacency: "The young master told me first."

No, I don't actually want to know this.Philip coughed again.

Lin Qingyang leaned on the wall and stood firm. Hearing this sentence, he said calmly; "Because if I don't take action first, sir, you will come directly to climb my bed - listen to such words, how shameless."

"If the ending can meet the expectations, then who will care about the means?"

"That's why you plan to seduce/seduce?"

"Ah, it sounds a bit obscene."

Lin Qingyang tilted her head and stared at him in disbelief: "You actually said it?!"

"Mr. Wilfred, I have to warn you, your room is just the third room at the corner of the corridor, don't slip your foot into the wrong place."

"It sounds more like a veiled invitation."

"Thank you, not at all. I'm still more used to occupying the big bed by myself, and I can roll around or something."

"The young master has to get used to having one more person by his side, maybe you can roll in my arms, I don't mind."

"Maybe only the anti-pornography and anti-illegal crackdowns can control you."

"what is that?"

"An official organization for people like you."

Seeing that the young people were about to go back to the wall again, Philip silently rolled up the wheelchair and retreated down the stairs.

The old butler said in a muffled voice, "I will discipline him well..."

Philip sighed a long time: "Ah, when the child grows up, people with rich experience will no longer be seen in his eyes."

The old housekeeper: "...?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-1721:33:45~2019-12-1820:58:39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 threw mines: Mu Ying and Ye Maojun 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Rabbit Meow, Lost Flower Crown, and Sanweiyue;

Thank you little angel Muying and little angel Ye Maojun for mine~

Thank you little angel Rabbit Meow, little angel Mizuo Corolla [I like the name w] and little angel Sanweiyue for their nutrient solution~

Hug the super cute little angels one by one!Quietly, Mimi slipped away with a kiss [cover face]