luck on thursday

Of course, you can't wear this outfit to the banquet, otherwise you would think that Fitz Manor is so poor.

In the afternoon, Philip specially contacted the good top-level clothing customization team to come to the door to customize a suit of suitable clothes for the young master who was finally found.

A group of people measured shoulders, measured waists, and carried Lin Qingyang to the mirror for a while, which made the young master lose his energy and lay limply on the bed, refusing to move.

After discussing the plan, the customization team immediately went back to catch up with work, hoping to get Lin Qingyang's new look out before next Wednesday.

After Lin Qingyang stood for four hours, when someone left, her legs went limp, and she collapsed on the bed like a dumpling without water. After hearing the sound of footsteps, she quickly tidied herself up.

Louis, who came back soon after leaving, clenched his fist again and pressed it to his lips.

"Cough," Lin Qingyang poked his neck, anyway, such things as embarrassing are familiar once and for all, "They have a new plan?"

Speaking of the new plan, it really makes one's head bald. They are clearly the world's top clothing customization team. They are so enthusiastic as if they haven't received an order for half a year. They gave him 25 matching plans in one afternoon, and Lin Qingyang's head grew dizzy. .

Now when the new plan was mentioned, Lin Qingyang's scalp exploded, and he quickly denied it: "Don't, don't, I think the last one is quite good. It is elegant, simple and elegant, and it looks completely tailor-made for me."

Although he can't remember what he looked like in the last suit, now he just needs to close his eyes and blow it.

"Obviously not, I just wanted to ask, should we go to the restaurant downstairs for dinner, or?"

Louis turned his head and pushed open the door, there was a servant pushing a full-loaded dining car station in front of the door, the food was full of aroma and dazzling, the silver plate on the dining car flashed into Lin Qingyang's eyes!

"...Or use it in the room?"

Rich man's life!

Six words flashed before Lin Qingyang's eyes, he hesitated a bit: "But if Mr. Fitzgerald eats downstairs..."

Although Louis called him the young master, how could he really be the young master who grew up with a golden spoon? He became independent on the first day he moved in, did not say hello to the master, and even stayed in his room arrogantly to eat... It is too, too I don't know what is good or bad.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingyang quickly rolled down from the bed, Louis pressed his shoulder with one hand and smiled.

"Joe doesn't need to be so flustered." Louis called his name affectionately, and did not address the young master again.

Lin Qingyang quickly raised her head and explained: "I'm just a lucky one who won a lottery, there's no need for the master to accommodate me. Louis, I..."

Louis turned his head and gestured for someone to come in.

Lin Qingyang watched helplessly as several slightly familiar servants came in with their heads lowered. The thick carpet did not hinder them from pushing the dining cart, but a long wooden mosaic table was set up in front of him without making a sound.

The snow-white tablecloth was lifted up, covering the wood grain on the surface of the long table, and it fell to the ground long. The servant moved in an orderly manner, placing decorative potted plants and embellishments one after another, and placed the knives, forks, and tableware in front of Lin Qingyang. plate.

In the end, the plates full of food covered the entire dining table in front of him, and even a servant brought bubbling sugar water, poured it for him silently, and then stepped back.

A group of people disappeared like ghosts.

"Philip just wants you to be more casual and treat this place as your own home—in your own home, no one will blame you even if you sit on the bed and eat."

"Yes, Louie is quite right."

A voice came from behind. Philip was sitting in a wheelchair. The middle-aged gentleman knocked on the door calmly and smiled gently at Lin Qingyang.

He coughed, and pretended to straighten his tie: "Joe, you eat so well, you're a little thin."

Lin Qingyang watched Philip appear behind the door, and then sent him away.

"So, Mr. Fitzgerald came here specially to persuade me to have a good meal?" He said incredulously.

Louis said truthfully: "He just came here for a stroll when he was full and had nothing to do."

Lin Qingyang: "..."

I always feel that your attitude towards each other is completely different from when I first came here, but I have no proof.

Seeing what the host said, Lin Qingyang didn't dare to really let go of the dinner table that was already set, he picked up the knife and fork, and looked intently——

All are his favorite flavors!Not bad at all!

Fitz Manor has completely figured out what he likes to eat!

All the dishes were tenaciously grown on the recipe in his heart, Lin Qingyang was so good at eating that he almost didn't stop, filling himself with a table of food, watching the returned servant remove the food, and roll away Get on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

He felt that he was like a goose who was force-fed words in school, even his eyes became silly, he just wanted to collapse in the corner of the sofa, purring contentedly from his throat, a Slowly rubbing his stomach with his hands.

Someone squatted down beside him, Lin Qingyang narrowed his eyes sleepily, and saw a piece of gray-green in the corner of his vision.

"Louis?" he confirmed.

"I'm here." Mr. Wilfred didn't mind squatting next to the sofa at all, and said with a chuckle, "Are you full?"

Lin Qingyang turned sideways and looked at him. The young man's expression made people feel peaceful for no reason.

He curled the corner of his mouth dully: "Yeah. I feel a little bit full."

"I see, Joe likes meat."

Louis took out a roll of paper from his pocket, and after unfolding it, there were densely packed small characters on it, all of which were post-meal records made by the servants, including the food that Lin Qingyang ate the most and left the most, which fully described: a little eclipse young.

Lin Qingyang: "..."

He reacted belatedly, and turned over with some headaches.

The feeling of sleepiness after eating made him react much slower. Lin Qingyang grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it.

Louis saw that Lin Qingyang's attitude became more relaxed, and he was no longer as stiff as he was at the beginning, and he also spoke with a teasing tone: "I only took a few mouthfuls of vegetarian dishes, right? Is it because the chef's cooking is not delicious?"

"No." After burying his face in the pillow, his voice was buzzing, "It's just that I don't like these green leafy vegetables very much."

"That's because the chef's cooking is not delicious," Louis said calmly, "It seems that the chef's level is not good, so let's change it..."

"……Etc., etc!"

Lin Qingyang almost didn't realize it, so she was about to hum in a daze, and make that unlucky chef lose his job from now on.

He hurriedly turned over again, forced his eyes to widen, "It's just a few dishes that I don't particularly like! Maybe others will like it...such as Mr. Fitzgerald?"

Seeing him flustered, Louis narrowed his eyes and spoke with great certainty.

"If you don't like it, it's his dereliction of duty."

"He dereliction of duty, he is incapable, the best result is to say goodbye to Fitz Manor."

Lin Qingyang looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, and after a long time, he choked out a sentence: "Actually, the taste is really good."

"But our young master doesn't like it, so what should we do?" Louis dragged his tone lazily.

"... I will like it in the future." Lin Qingyang said dryly.

"That's the best."

Seeing that Lin Qingyang no longer persisted, Louis unbuttoned his cuffs slowly and rolled them up, revealing his strong forearms.

Lin Qingyang tilted his head to express his incomprehension, then Louis pressed his palm on his stomach and gently rubbed it clockwise.

Lin Qingyang grabbed his hand, the young man with gray-green eyes raised his eyelids, and said with a friendly smile: "Didn't Joe say that his stomach is full?"

But even if it is really supported, Mr. Wilfred doesn't need to do it himself!

The teenager who was still paralyzed on the bed stuttered even more. It seemed that he couldn't even speak complete words. He really fed all the teachers in the school to the dog. After a long time, he said: "... just, A little bit, hold on!"

But the sofa is too soft, the temperature has been adjusted just right, and the surrounding atmosphere is too pleasant, and I don't know where there is an ethereal fragrance that soothes the nerves.Lin Qingyang softened as she spoke, losing her momentum.

There seems to be the rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other outside the window, quiet and serene, everything is very comfortable.

There was still a soft carpet on the floor, so Louis simply knelt down and squeezed the muscles on Lin Qingyang's waist comfortingly to make him relax.

"Master, rest for a while," he said slowly in a low voice, "please close your eyes, do you need some music?"

"No, no need."

"I have learned a little massage, which can effectively relieve fatigue. If you feel uncomfortable, please let me know immediately."

The strength of the hand is just right, the slightly higher temperature of the palm penetrates through the material, and it is almost ironed to the heart.Lin Qingyang felt sleepy, she pushed her a few times but didn't push her away, she let him rub her belly helplessly.

The young man in the corner of the sofa yawned loudly, turned over slowly, curled himself up in the corner again, and fell asleep.

The new butler didn't bother him, stood up, thought for a moment, put one hand around his waist, one hand around the bend of his leg, picked him up safely, and put him back on the bed. There was a small hole in the big bed.

Louis stretched his fingers and gestured. Looking through the gaps between his fingers, he found that the little prince in his memory who had only reached his thigh had grown up a lot.

Go down the winding stairs, and without accident, you will meet Fitzgerald at the top of the stairs.

"Where's father?" Fitzgerald didn't follow behind, so Louis just glanced at him and asked casually.

"Contact my dad." Philip completely lost his appearance, and Louis pushed the wheelchair for him, walked out from the other side of the stairs, and walked through the long corridor. When I heard that I found my grandson, I was so happy that I jumped out of bed."

Louis laughed; "No, it's easy to flash your waist."

"Joe asleep?"

"Ah."

"It's still useful for you to coax Joe to sleep. When I was a child, no one could speak well. Wei Wei told five bedtime stories in a row and still kept her eyes open." Philip recalled.

He was silent suddenly, and said, "I'm sorry, Louis."

Louis Wilfried knew what he was referring to.

Once he was an unfettered free man. When he was galloping on a steed in the Maremma ranch, he even thought about leaving Fitz Manor, so that the position of steward would be discontinued in his generation.

In the past, he would still think, after so many generations, why did none of the Wilfreds leave here.

Now he probably knows, when he came to pick Lin Qingyang home, he officially admitted this identity.

Louis let out a pleasant laugh from his throat: "Of course, he will be my little prince."

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