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The inheritance ceremony is actually very simple, and no outsiders are invited.

Lin Qingyang took Philip to remind him that the ring that Wagner gave him a long time ago was fondling with nostalgia.

Louis fixed his collar for him, Lin Qingyang raised his chin, and asked the butler to button the last button and tie for him.

The self in the mirror was a little strange, and the youthful atmosphere of the past was gradually removed from his brows and eyes. Lin Qingyang was dazed, thinking that he saw Philip in his youth in the mirror—even though they didn't look very much alike.

He began to imagine what he would look like many years later, maybe still this tall, this look, the same blue eyes, nothing different.

Louis moved the mirror away, only then did Lin Qingyang come back to his senses, and smiled at him.

"So that's what the ring means," he said briskly, showing the ring to Louis, "The successor patriarch...then why isn't it in Philip's hands, but in Wagner's, and then directly gave it to me?"

"Maybe they have their own reasons?"

Louis also pinched the ring, together with Lin Qingyang's fingers, and held it gently in the palm of his hand.

"Well, what kind of ring does Jo like?"

He said it very easily, Lin Qingyang paused, and immediately realized that he changed his mind, but he didn't say anything, he knew what Louis was thinking, and probably planned to get married after he graduated or something.

"Me?" The young master deliberately elongated his voice, "Anything is fine, as long as it looks good."

Louis smiled and indulged, "Okay."

The bell rang, and the clock tower of the Fitz Manor issued a thick and long tone at the exact hour, waking up all the resting birds in the pine forest.

They opened the windows to let the wind filled with the smell of the pine forest pour in, and took care of everything on their bodies. Louis stood in front and opened the door for him. Lin Qingyang walked forward firmly until they stopped in front of Philip. Everyone was divided into two rows. , behind him, watching the new master stop and look up.

Lin Qingyang said: "I'm here."

Philip said, "Yes, you are here."

Mr. Fitzgerald looked carefully at the young master at home, saw that his eyes were bright and firm, and said slowly: "You will become the owner of this manor, inherit the wishes of me, father, and all seniors, and lead the whole family down. Until you can't handle it, or have a capable heir."

Lin Qingyang nodded, bent his neck slightly, and closed his eyes: "Naturally. I will do my best."

All the TVs are reporting that the Fitzgerald family has changed to a new owner overnight. The original Mr. Fitzgerald said that he has a better place to go and is going to take care of his body. Please don’t worry about him, and Some lucky media were allowed to interview the newly succeeded Mr. Fitztel Jr.

"Did you ever imagine that you would inherit this huge family so soon?"

The little Mr. Fitzgerald who appeared on the TV had a calm expression. When he smiled, even the reporters were stunned, not to mention the people in front of the TV.They all stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the TV that was making the sound.

"No. But I can't change Philip's decision, so I have to get used to it as soon as possible, just like my parents."

"May I ask if you have thought about the future development path?"

"Of course. I will deepen and expand on the original basis, and have further innovations. Please look forward to the changes in Fitzgerald."

The mellow smell was still coming from the kitchen, plaid gloves were quietly placed on the corner of the table, the daughter who could not speak was sitting upright on the sofa, and the mother poked her head out of the kitchen and called her to eat.

The girl stared blankly at the familiar face on TV, shook her head, and signaled her mother to watch.

The mother walked over with some doubts, and didn't react for a while. It was not until the daughter gestured anxiously that she remembered the boy who knocked on the door of their house.

The utility room where he slept still retains its original appearance. Perhaps the family still fantasizes that wanderers can get a peaceful rest here until dawn breaks and dawn falls.

Miss Lima turned on the TV in the store, and she took a job at a slightly higher hourly snack shop, where the owner allowed her to use the TV at breakfast.

She turned through a few shopping channels in boredom, and suddenly stopped pressing the remote control, and saw someone who had worked together for a while.

Her dazed appearance made the boss puzzled, and he came around from behind the counter, holding a bowl of bolognese noodles in his hand, and asked her what happened.

Miss Lima shook her head, smiled, and said with some nostalgia that there was an old friend who now seemed to have a future with infinite possibilities.

Morris came out of the 24-hour convenience store, turned his head, and saw the silent TV in the store turned on, the clerk swept the floor, looked up, and found that the customer who had just left suddenly came back, staring at the TV, as if Say hello to old friends.

hello, joe.

Hello there.

No one dared to touch the dining car ridden by rats again. In the end, its fate could only be violently dismantled by recycling workers and thrown into the garbage truck for recycling under the eyes of everyone in the restaurant.

The foreman came out from inside and rang the bell to tell all the apprentices that the rest time was over and it was time for everyone to go to work.

Everyone disperses like a bird, returns to their posts, and repeats the boring and boring work. Day after day, year after year, when the TV is turned on, no one is watching at all, and everyone only cares about what they have on hand. I only think about my work, get off work, go back, and rest.

Tomorrow is the weekend, you can have a good rest.

When a familiar voice came, Borg was the first to react. He suddenly looked up and saw that face he would never forget!

Joe!that boy!

He is no longer the head chef, and his injured hand can no longer handle precise ingredients. The boss saw that he had contributed to the restaurant for many years, so he left him to continue to do some simple work in the back kitchen, but the salary and status were not as good as before. .

And Joe is no longer a small apprentice apprentice, he walked out from here, and then slowly stood up, becoming Mr. Fitzgerald who could no longer be reached.Then came his former roommate, and then the foreman, and gradually some people looked up, still sizzling with butter in their hands.

The head waiter muttered in a daze, Mr. Fitzgerald actually worked in their restaurant...

Snapped.

Wyatt put the water glass on the coffee table, ignoring the part that was spilled due to excessive shaking on the table, and stared at Lin Qingyang's face on TV, seeing him talking eloquently, with an elegant temperament, and his eyes slightly curved when he smiled, obviously He is a real young master.

He remembered what someone had whispered to him a long time ago.

Hey, look at Joe, he has the face of a rich young master, but he doesn't have the life of a rich young master.

How could it not, you see, everything falls into place now.

He picked up the water glass again, tapped it on the TV screen, and drank it alone.

When the people on the TV finished speaking and the host said the last few paragraphs, Louis turned off the TV, and the young master behind him was sitting seriously behind the desk, signing the prepared invitation letter, inviting all the people he loved in his memory People who have helped, who have been kind to him.

After Lin Qingyang signed 150 invitation letters, Louis pushed the rest to his hand. He watched helplessly as his young master put down the ink pen and slammed it on the table. .

The butler walked around the table, rubbed the young master's head, rolled Lin Qingyang on the table, and bumped his head into his palm unhappily.

Louis asked, "What's the matter? Are you tired?"

"Hmm..." Lin Qingyang admitted it with her eyes closed, and took out the ink pen again unhappy, "Why do I have to sign everything myself, why can't I make a notch on my thumb, I press it One click, one click, one click?"

"Master, bear with it, there is not much left."

Seeing that Lin Qingyang was still lazily lying on the table, and his words were getting more and more floating, Louis thought about it, and told him a story about the past: "Philip used to sign [-] signatures at one time, and almost broke his hand. gone."

Lin Qingyang really came alive, and tilted her head to look at him: "Why? He also wants to hold a similar banquet?"

"No, he wrote a love letter to Weiwei. He was afraid that Weiwei would throw away the love letter, so he wrote [-] copies and sprinkled them from the top of the building—Young Master, don't learn from him, my father will copy it for him. It's not going anywhere."

Lin Qingyang snorted softly, and looked at him with beautiful blue eyes: "How could I do such a thing? Louis, why would you let me do it?"

Louis smiled and pinched the back of his neck, causing the young master to shrink back lazily, pulling the pillow on his back and hitting him, as if he had been playful before.

"Of course not, and it's impossible...isn't it, young master?"

Louis pinched the pillows in his hands, watching the little prince playful and returned to three years old, grabbing soft pillows everywhere and hitting him, the butler grabbed them one by one in a good temper, seeing Lin Qingyang put down his hands, he was unprepared for a moment, quietly Throwing one out, it rolled over Lin Qingyang's hair, before knocking down anyone, it knocked down the ink bottle first.

Nothing else happened, except a table full of ink was spilled.

...and a black invitation.

what.

Louis thought silently, the little prince at home was about to blow up.

Lin Qingyang: "..."

Sure enough, the young master jumped up: "You wait! Don't leave! Come back!!!"

The last invitation letter sent out was re-signed by Lin Qingyang himself. The young master angrily left Mr. Housekeeper in his room, and ran to some corner of the castle to sleep alone.Louis searched up and down for two hours, and finally found the man from the corner.

The young master was sleeping soundly, and it was already late at night when he was found out from under the blanket.

Mr. Butler, who couldn't sleep, sighed helplessly, lifted the quilt to catch him, and finally calmed down and had a good sleep.

Although at dawn, he was angrily kicked down by the little prince.

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I watched the movie today, almost forgot to update orz let me estimate, it will be finished on Sunday or Monday