luck on thursday

The door on the second floor opened, and accompanied by smooth music, the guests looked up and saw Robin with neatly combed hair walking straight down the stairs. A streak of black and blue revealed his true state.

Most of the guests stayed where they were, watching him go down calmly, only some of the guests came up to meet him, saying a word to each other.

"It's rare to see Mr. Robin having a banquet."

"There are really not many opportunities. I remember that the last time Mr. Robin invited everyone to the manor was at the end of last year."

Everyone laughed tacitly, and began to joke about some irrelevant content, and the rest of the guests finally relaxed a little, showing a relaxed look, and chatted about some gossip with the people around them.

Noisy voices came from the gate of the manor, the tires of the car rolled over the ground, and a long trail was drawn from it. The guests walked towards the gate like a tide, just in time to see some heavyweight bosses get off the car outside the iron gate of the manor Walking into the manor on foot, Robin greeted him with a smile that showed no trace of reluctance.

"Ah, Mr. Foster, I really didn't expect you to agree to my invitation. A few days ago, I heard that you are busy with affairs, and I was a little worried."

"How could I not come, after all, it's Robin's banquet." The gentleman who greeted him held his hand with his slightly protruding belly, and walked into the castle.

"I heard that you also invited Fitzgerald this time?"

The first boss who arrived had a good relationship with Robin. He thought to himself, "It's not that you don't have a good relationship. You gave me an invitation letter. If Fitzgerald really came, wouldn't it be..."

"I was the one who asked him to come. After all, I don't care about this matter, and he is the leader..." Robin narrowed his eyes and gestured to him with his eyes. Hair, nodded and went in, and was surrounded by guests who had been waiting for a long time in an instant.

The guests asked him about the main purpose of the day in cryptic words, and were beaten back one by one by the big man's smiling face. They fell into deep thought while touching the transparent glass goblet. One car after another came outside the door. Under the guidance of the manor security drive down to the garage,

One gentleman after another came down from above, until the last black car drove slowly, followed by a black car of similar specifications, and stopped at the gate of Robin Manor without any movement.

When the security guards of the manor stepped forward to check, Robin squinted his eyes, looked at the black car for a moment, and turned his face away: "Fitzgerald is here."

Just as he thought, the first person to get out of the black car was the servant with the Fitz Manor logo printed on his clothes, opened the door for the back seat, and laid down the inclined ladder.

Mr. Fitzgerald, who everyone is familiar with, rocked his wheelchair and got off the back seat. Instead of going all the way into the manor, he went back. A young housekeeper got out of the car behind and stood by the car without saying anything. Instead of moving, he waited for Fitzgerald to come over, and opened the car door handle himself.

A guest who didn't go to the banquet at Fitz Manor last time was a little surprised, and turned around to ask the person next to him: "Who is in the car behind?"

Could it be that there is a more distinguished guest in Fitz Manor, so honorable that Mr. Fitzgerald needs to personally step forward to help the other party open the car door?

"It's probably to create momentum." The person who knew the truth touched his chin, "Didn't you read the previous news? It has spread all over the circle."

"Aren't you busy? I just got off today."

"Here, look, that's the young master Fitzgerald just found, the child of his sister."

"What... Fitzgerald doesn't have any children!" The person who asked first was surprised, "Isn't it already confirmed that the young master is the next Mr. Fitzgerald?"

"Yes, that's it."

Even Robin went up to meet Lin Qingyang, standing in front of Lin Qingyang, as if he had never seen him before, looked at the young master Fitzgerald very carefully from the beginning to the end, raised his voice, and praised his beautiful blue eyes: "This is Little Fitztel, nice to meet you, your eyes are exactly the same as your mother's."

Lin Qingyang didn't know if there was anything else in his words (to be honest, these gentlemen seemed uncomfortable if they didn't have words in their words), so he could only answer him cautiously: "Thank you, Robin... sir. A lot Everyone has said so."

Robin took a step back, stretched out his hand toward the door, and asked them to go inside: "Come in, it's getting hot outside."

The moment Lin Qingyang stepped into the hall, he received countless friendly or surprised looks. He tried his best to ensure that he would not show stage fright. As usual, he remembered his annoyance, and then raised his chin naturally. , he turned his head expectantly and asked Louis:

"... when do we have dinner?"

Louis was startled for a moment, then laughed, and resisted the idea of ​​combing the young master's black hair in front of outsiders.

"The dinner party usually starts at eight o'clock. It's a buffet style, and it's relatively free. If the young master is hungry, you can look at the dining table. There are usually some pre-dinner meals."

Lin Qingyang raised her eyebrows: "Then it's better to wait a while, anyway, it's only half an hour. To be honest, I'm very dissatisfied with the traditional habit of writing the arrival at [-] o'clock on the invitation letter for the dinner party starting at [-] o'clock."

"You also know that this is a tradition. If you are not an hour late, you will be sorry for the host." Louis replied lazily.

"But we were a full hour and a half late, and you see the whole audience was waiting for us. Look, there are still people watching you over there, Louis."

The butler sighed in distress.

He smiled and said, "After all, it's Robin's banquet. You know, young master: it's not good for anyone if you come too early." He hinted.

Almost everyone had arrived, and when the clock struck eight o'clock, Robin slowly walked up to the high platform, looking at all the people looking at him under the high platform.

He saw the gentleman he was friendly with was raising a glass to him with a smile on his face, and he also saw Fitzgerald, who was not on good terms with him, shaking the glass, but there was only a glass of clear water in it, and he didn't even intend to drink it. Looking from the side, he just smiled, and then pressed the edge of the cup against the corner of his lips, without actually drinking the liquid inside.

There was even movement in the corner. The pretty young master who had attracted everyone's attention as soon as he came in was standing behind the dining table, most of his shadow was blocked by the dessert stand, quietly eating something.

Robin snorted coldly in his heart, barely suppressing the sourness in his heart that was full of gnashing of teeth, and still had a perfect smirk on his face, and he sighed realistically, bowed to everyone below, and sincerely apologized.

"I think, all gentlemen have been paying attention to the social news during this period, as well as some small unpleasant things that happened in Robin Manor... For this reason, I need to explain that this is completely non-existent. The assumptions made by the reporter of the newspaper were forced on my head, causing public misunderstanding..."

Lin Qingyang picked up the sparkling water and clinked glasses with Louis happily: "I never expected that I would drink sparkling water that I haven't seen for a long time at the banquet of Philip's old enemy."

Louis also clinked glasses with him cooperatively: "Perhaps we should really thank Mr. Fitzgerald."

"You shouldn't have locked up my sparkling water, lest someone see it and say, look, Philip's nephew can't even drink sparkling water!"

"However, Philip and his nephew can afford tea and red wine, which are hundreds of times more expensive than sparkling water."

The two smiled at each other.

Robin above is still tirelessly delivering his speech, which is nothing more than anger at this matter and determination to pursue it to the end.Just when the guests were about to get tired of hearing it, the topic suddenly changed to the workers' strike movement earlier.

"I would like to thank Mr. Fitzgerald for his contribution to the United Labor Association. I have realized my mistake and made up my mind to correct it..."

Lin Qingyang slipped to Philip with a plate of snacks, and stuffed them into his hands: "I think Robin will talk for a while, Philip, do you want to eat something first?"

Philip shook his head with a smile, and handed it back to him again: "Joe, eat, I think Joe is already hungry in the car."

Lin Qingyang was startled, shrank her neck back in embarrassment: "How do you know?!"

Philip smiled mysteriously: "Secret."

...In fact, it was Louis who made a small report to him, as if he had some special powers.

Lin Qingyang thought of this, but before he could speak, Louis took the lead in bringing up what happened just now: "Master drank half a bottle of sparkling water just now." This time he was making a small report openly, but his master tugged his sleeves as a warning.

Philip fell into deep thought: "So, it costs a lot of money to hire a dentist."

Lin Qingyang sincerely suggested: "You might as well give this money to me, I have more practical uses."

"for example?"

"Buy some reliable hair tonic."

When they were talking, Robin stopped talking just in time, as if he had picked the time ahead of time, apologized to everyone involved in this matter, including the angry workers, and then announced the start of the dinner, and walked down the steps and went straight to Here comes Philip.

Philip looked up at him, with a habitual smirk on his face: "Old friend, it's been a while."

"I miss you very much, Fitzgerald." Robin also smirked. The two of them seemed to be carved out of a mold, and people who didn't know thought they were reminiscing about the old days. Turn to Lin Qingyang.

"Well, your young master,"

He turned his head, put down his status and figure as an elder, and shook hands with Lin Qingyang: "A young master who will be promising."

"of course."

Lin Qingyang listened to Philip and Robin's nonsense nonsense, took two steps to the side, and asked his housekeeper, "Do you know where the bathroom is, Louis?"

The sparkling water he drank just now seemed to have played a role, urging him to look in the direction of the corridor...

By the way, let's leave this embarrassing situation where big guys look at each other and fake smiles.

Before Louis could speak, Robin turned his head sharply and gestured in a direction: "It's over there, you can see it if you keep going straight."

"Thank you, Mr. Robin."

Lin Qingyang hurried to the bathroom, the bathroom was clean and hygienic, he was the only one in it, it looked empty.There seems to be a scent of incense in the air, and the ground is as clean as new.

After he solved the problem, he turned on the faucet. Just two seconds after he put down his hand, he happened to see a person walking into the bathroom unhurriedly. The sound of footsteps gradually sounded, and I inadvertently looked up at the mirror, and my whole body froze.

It was as if a nightmare had come true all those years ago, with all the lights dimmed and only focused on the man behind him.Lin Qingyang's back exploded with fine hairs, and he quickly turned around and backed away, touching the edge of the sink.

Mr. Big Robin, who was still talking to Philip just now, was standing quietly behind him without saying a word.

Robin said slowly: "Well, I'm very glad that you can still stand in front of me with such spirit."

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