luck on thursday

It was another morning illuminated by sporadic morning light, the maid of the manor cleaned the window carefully, breathed contentedly to the window glass, and drew a flower on it, the maid who cleaned the other window couldn't help laughing at her: " How old are you, and you still like to do this? Don't you have to wipe it again?"

The maid drew another rose and laughed happily: "Anyway, it's okay to be idle now, and Mr. Fitzgerald can't see it."

She turned her head while laughing, and saw the blue-eyed young master sneaking out of Mr. Wilfred's room. The young master closed the door softly, turned her head, and saw two smiling faces with kind faces at the end of the corridor. The familiar maid.

Lin Qingyang: "...good morning?"

The maid smiled and saluted him: "Morning, young master." She never asked him why he came out of Louis' room. Philip probably knew about it, and everyone in the manor knew about it.

However, seeing their deep smiles, Lin Qingyang's ears blushed, and she grabbed the doorknob and refused to let it go.

He murmured quietly, "Where's Louie?"

He woke up early in the morning and there was no one there. Last night the housekeeper coaxed and tricked him to bring him over, and he held him in his arms and slept peacefully all night. When Lin Qingyang was half asleep and half awake in the early morning, she rolled hard and was caught The people around him stopped him with an arm, combed their black hair again and fell asleep trapped in their arms.

Waking up in the morning, Lin Qingyang was lying on the big bed alone. The weather was getting hotter, and the bed was warm—or it was too hot, so she had to be woken up, crawled out of it, and yawned lazily.

The maid thought for a while, then pointed downstairs uncertainly: "Mr. Wilfred should be downstairs."

When Lin Qingyang was about to go downstairs to find her housekeeper, she heard that the maids behind her didn't continue to clean the windows, but started gossip with cloths, chatting from the east to the west of the city, and finally related to today's news.

"Did you read today's Rost Express?" one of them asked.

"What's the matter? My husband said that it was full of flashy content. The reporter made it up and made up a story with just two photos. He told me not to read it... He was obviously very happy to see it."

The Roster Express is relatively well-known among the locals in Rosaburg. Although it is famous for its reporter’s running speed and ability to fabricate news, it breaks into the locals at a low price, and is regarded by the locals as a daily dog ​​blood. Look at the novel.

Of course, Lin Qingyang has also seen the Rost Express, or when he was still in middle school, some students in the class collected thick stacks of newspapers, and the whole class read them as some kind of tear-jerking extracurricular readings, which can be called It was circulated in turn, and it was unexpectedly popular, not only with female students.

Hearing the conversations of the maids, he stopped happily, hoping to learn from them what the unscrupulous reporter of the Roster Express was fabricating.

The maid leaned over and lowered her voice: "They seem to have changed their temper this time, and they really found the scoop!"

Another maid said in surprise: "Really? What is it?"

"I'll show you this."

She took out a neatly folded newspaper from her pocket, unaware that the young master came up behind them and read the report with relish.

At first glance, it is really surprising!

It should be a candid photo (I have to say that this reporter has a great candid photography technique, the angle of view looks like it was taken hanging from a tree, it may be the reincarnation of some kind of monkey), it is a little blurry, but it does not prevent you from being able to see Robin after zooming in Madam hurriedly left the manor with a sad expression on her face. There was a red mark on her snow-white side face. It didn't look like she was hit somewhere, but more like someone slapped her!

She is Robin's wife!Mistress of the entire Robin Manor!Who would dare to beat her like this and let her leave the manor late at night? !

The answer was clearly written on his face!

The reporter wrote a series of reports eloquently, nothing more than guessing the source of the red marks and Mrs. Robin's whereabouts late at night, and finally discussed the dirty things of other families. At the end, it indicated that Robin might be complained by the Women's Protection Association Or go straight to the lawsuit.

He didn't think it was a big deal, so he simply used the bold and bold title to indicate that Robin might have a tendency to be physically violent towards his wife.

Lin Qingyang exclaimed, which startled the maids who were obsessed with newspapers, and quickly turned around: "My little master, didn't you go downstairs to find Mr. Wilfried?"

"I heard you talking about Robin, so I came here to listen."

With an innocent face, Lin Qingyang reached out and tapped the newspaper: "Is this newspaper credible?"

The maid was a little bit embarrassed, probably because she didn't expect that such a rich and powerful family head lady would be treated like this: "We don't know, but what will happen other than this possibility? She can't fight by herself." Slap yourself?"

Lin Qingyang was thoughtful, bid farewell to the maid and went down the spiral stairs, just in time to see Philip and the others sitting in the dining room, talking happily, it should be not long after breakfast, there are still a few leftovers in front of them The breakfast plate, seeing him coming down, Louis smiled and greeted him.

"Good morning, my young master," said the butler with a smile, "how are you sleeping?"

Lin Qingyang thought seriously, and answered him equally seriously: "It's a little hot, I don't know why."

"It's almost June, and it's really time to get hot—it's because of the weather, it's definitely not that the young master was too close to me last night."

Philip rolled his eyes to look at the patterns on the top of the restaurant that he had seen for decades, saw the young butler bring his young master back, and took a sip of tea.

"I knocked on Joe's door last night, why didn't Joe come to open the door?" He raised his hand and asked the old housekeeper to refill another drink. Lin Qingyang pulled out his chair and sat down, and said very naturally: "Ah, at that time I had already gone Louis is there."

Philip: "... as long as you are happy." So why did he ask knowingly.

However, in my heart, it was still, suddenly, sour.

Seeing that Lin Qingyang was a little happy, Philip asked curiously, "Is Joe so happy in the morning?"

Lin Qingyang cut the bread, Louis took it from him, spread butter and a thick layer of jam, was picked up by the young master, put smoked meat and lettuce, made a nondescript sandwich by himself, and finally used a knife Cut diagonally in half.

Louie: "Master, I'm glad you have an appetite... But that's not how toast is eaten, or sandwiches are not meant to be eaten that way."

Lin Qingyang raised his hand and brought the sandwich bread to his mouth. Louis, who had just had breakfast, was stuffed with another sandwich.

"Thanks, Louie. I know, but I kind of like it this way."

"as long as you are happy."

"So do you think it's delicious?" The words were filled with anticipation and affirmation of one's own craftsmanship.

"No."

"...I know your answer, thanks for the damn honesty. Or does the jam taste wrong? How about a different flavor?"

"I don't think so."

Lin Qingyang turned her head angrily, and answered Philip's question: "I read the Roster Express this morning, saying that Robin is going to be unlucky?"

The old Philip was drinking tea on the ground: "Actually, I want to know where Joe saw this newspaper, the notorious Rosa Fort cancer... Although he is indeed in trouble, this problem will not pull him down, The energy of a family is greater than you can imagine."

"Understood, he may also use a little trick of the rich."

During the day, the news fermented, and the public opinion in the society did not have any obvious influence on Robin. The other party pretended to know nothing, and even invited guests, calling the high-class guests to come to Robin Manor for a gathering.

Even the Fitzgerald Manor received two invitations from him, inviting Mr. Fitzgerald and the young master to attend the banquet together.

Philip touched the invitation again in disbelief. After confirming that there was no poison on it, he pondered for a moment.

He was puzzled, and turned back to the old butler, "Chesterton, I remember that Robin had a banquet and never invited us?" What happened to him today?A slap broke his own brain?

The old butler nodded affirmatively: "Never, sir."

"That's very strange," said Philip.

Lin Qingyang ate his breakfast and swallowed the food in his mouth: "Will he become angry and set us a trap, and then make us look like we died accidentally?"

Philip was still in the spirit: "Then your Louis will rush in and shoot him in the head."

Lin Qingyang: "Hey, Louis, would you do that?"

Louis mused: "If necessary, I can also squat outside and snipe."

Lin Qingyang: "...that's not the point, so how much have you learned?!"

Louis lazily put the dessert in front of Lin Qingyang, and the delicate dessert was sweetened, which was the young master's favorite taste.

"That's why I said," he drawled, "Wifred can do anything."

He remembered that he had already refuted this question in his heart.Lin Qingyang smiled expressionlessly, not intending to make the butler feel ashamed by saying it.

The day of the banquet is coming soon, Lin Qingyang looks at himself in the mirror, and always feels weird, he is not used to suddenly putting a circle around his neck, he has the illusion of being strangled.

He tugged on his tie, and Louis pinched the back of his neck, so he put down his hand unhappily and kicked Louis' calf. The butler seemed to feel nothing, looked at him carefully for a while, and smiled: "Young master looks good in this suit." , seems very energetic."

Lin Qingyang was so stared at that the hamster in his hair softened into a hamster ball lying in the sawdust, being poked around with one finger.He covered the mirror and covered himself in the mirror, preventing Louis from looking at him: "Go out, I want to change my pants."

"go out."

Robin covered himself in the mirror, he knew that his eyes were too cloudy, and his complexion looked ugly, especially when his scandal was exposed some time ago, the stock market was turbulent and stocks fell, the company was in chaos, and the workers in the factory were all day and night All he knew was to shout strike slogans, push all the products off the assembly line, turn off the machine switch, and threaten him to give an explanation while taking advantage of the chaos.

The subordinate looked up at him tremblingly: "All the guests downstairs are here, boss, you are hosting this banquet, this is...?"

With his back turned to him, Robin couldn't see his expression clearly, only a gloomy and angry voice could be heard coming from the depths of his throat.

"They controlled those workers and cut off my supply of raw materials... just because I want to apologize! Ridiculous apology! Apology! Public apology!"

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