My years as a menswear boss

With Mary's unremitting efforts, the children in the poorhouse finally recognized all the letters, and those who learned fast could even read some simple children's story books.

"Your selfless help to them will always be remembered in my heart." Jiqiu walked with Mary in the garden of the almshouse, "The children are very grateful to you."

"I just taught some very simple literacy lessons." Mary said, looking at the children playing with toys in the room. "Has Mr. Hyde found a suitable tutor?"

"No, I don't want to just find someone to be their teacher." Jiqiu said.

Mary looked at the young man curiously, "What kind of ideal teacher do you think?"

"I think the character of a tutor is more important than knowledge, and knowledge can be improved through teaching.

But the character cannot be changed. No matter how perfect the appearance is, what she teaches students is far inferior to a teacher who teaches students to think independently.

I don't want these girls to be too weak. This teacher must have a tough heart, so that he can set an example for the children. "

Jiqiu replied, and she continued to add, "The children here come from all over England, and their different habits have already caused friction. The teacher has to balance the relationship between the students."

Jiqiu looked at Mary who was thinking about something, and changed the topic with a smile, "Don't you want to see Winston? Let's go there this afternoon."

"Afternoon?!" Mary raised her glasses on the bridge of her nose. She pinched the corner of her skirt shyly, "Am I dressed too plainly? Would it be rude to see Mr. Winston?"

"No, Winston is not a person who pays attention to appearance. He is very happy that you continue to support him now, and wants to express his gratitude to you in person." Jiqiu said gently.

Winston set the meeting at a high-end restaurant in the city center. He chose the quietest corner corner, bought a bottle of red wine, and asked someone to play the violin not far away.

Before Jiqiu set off, she asked someone to paint a delicate makeup on Mary, trimmed her eyebrows, and then asked someone from the clothing store to give her a styling.

Mary looked at herself in front of the mirror and was a little lost for a moment. She could hardly recognize this person as herself.

"Are you satisfied, Miss Mary?" Jiqiu stood behind her in a tuxedo.

"It's really amazing." Mary touched her face, which was covered with a thin layer of pearl powder, which skillfully covered the redness on her face.

Jiqiu smiled without saying a word, and raised her arm. Mary smiled, and she put her hand on Jiqiu's arm, and the two came to the restaurant that Winston ordered together.

Mary walked into the hall with a nervous mood. It was the first time she saw such a magnificent hall, and there were waiters guiding her every few steps.

"Don't be too anxious. Winston is a gentleman who is easy to get along with. He will not be rude to a lovely lady." Jiqiu saw Mary's nervous mood and comforted her aloud.

Mary walked slowly to the seat that Winston had reserved with Jiqiu's arm, and she saw the young man waiting on the seat.

"This is my friend Winston." Jiqiu introduced them. "This is Miss Mary. I like your book very much."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Winston." Mary looked at the tall young man in front of her, completely different from what she imagined in private.

Winston was wearing a black tuxedo, and his black curly hair was neatly groomed. His handsome appearance was comparable to that of Mr. Darcy, and Jiqiu did not expect that his once scruffy classmate could be so good-looking.

"Hello, Miss Mary." Winston greeted very politely, even using etiquette that he would not use in Eaton.Every move is in full compliance with noble etiquette.

Jiqiu watched the two sit down, she looked at Winston who suddenly became a gentleman, and lost her ability to distinguish for a while, she learned to start a topic like at the previous banquet, leading the two people to discuss.

Gradually, the two no longer needed Jiqiu Lai as a middleman, and began to chat.

"You are the best novelist in my heart. I like your "Insects in Boxes" very much. This is the first time I have met someone who writes novels from the perspective of insects." Mary said sincerely.

"It's just that what I write is very novel, and it's far from those famous writers."

Winston said modestly, he cut a small piece of steak under his hand and put it in his mouth.

Jiqiu looked a little complicated. As far as she knew, Winston was very confident in his writing.

And I am sure that the novels I wrote will last forever. I usually eat two or three bites of steak, which is faster than primitive people.

Fortunately, the two of them had a very happy conversation. Mary was not as reserved as before when facing other men. She expressed what she wanted to say one by one.

Winston patiently listened to all her long speeches, and answered each of Mary's curiosity in the same way.

The two were no longer limited to the content of novels, but began to chat about the books they had read. Mary was surprised to find that Mr. Winston she mentioned could give a unique opinion, and she soon realized that Mr. Winston had always been It was Mr. Winston who chimed in on her subject, and she lamely expressed that Mr. Winston could talk about what interested him.

Winston didn't care about Mary's lack of social etiquette. Based on the conversation just now, he guessed the books Mary would read on weekdays, and chatted about some interesting travel notes.

Jiqiu felt that she was shining brightly sitting between the two of them, and silently ate all the food that Winston had ordered into her stomach, "Fortunately, it's all Italian food." 'She ate the thousand-layer meat pie in her mouth with a whimper.

Winston and Mary talked all through dinner.It wasn't until very late that Winston said to Jiqiu with an apologetic face, "I'm really sorry, I've been chatting with Miss Mary and neglected you."

Jiqiu seemed to be stabbed with a knife, she showed a kind smile, "It's okay, anyway, Miss Mary is currently teaching children knowledge in the poorhouse, we have talked a lot, I should give you this hard-won opportunity .”

Mary also immediately apologized, but she was sincere. She never thought that she could chat with Mr. Winston for so long.

"Don't feel sorry, Miss Mary. No matter who sees the person they admire, they will ignore others." Jiqiu said.

In the end, Jiqiu asked Barton to take Mary home first, and go back by himself in Winston's carriage.

"Her knowledge is not like that of a squire's daughter. I am afraid that the noble ladies I met are not as knowledgeable as her."

Winston had drunk a little wine, and his face was flushed, but he was still conscious.

"You are the first person to say that." Jiqiu was a little surprised, but she quickly returned to normal, "Miss Mary has two older sisters, two younger sisters, the elder sister and the younger sister are very beautiful, and the second sister is smart. Smart, the fourth sister is lively and cheerful, she is the most humble girl in the family, she is not very popular at home, everyone thinks that she is dull and like an old pedant."

"A man just wants to marry a beautiful vase and give birth to an heir. In the end, he spends his life in a daze, with nothing worth remembering before he dies." Winston said slowly.

"Are you drunk, Winston?" Jiqiu looked at the classmate who was nodding, she poked him, and Winston fell on the back of the carriage.

With Jiqiu's efforts, her relationship with Gwendelyn has made a breakthrough.

"Do you want to eat?" Jiqiu put a piece of candy in the palm of his hand, and waited leisurely in the air.

Like a little turtle, Gwendolyn moved to Jiqiu's hand little by little, took the candy away from the young man's hand, and then continued to retreat to the corner to eat the candy.

Jiqiu saw that after Gwendelyn finished eating the candy, she continued to talk about the notes Mary had sorted out. She tried to attract Gwendelyn's attention with some interesting things.

Gwendolyn put her head on the side of the bed and listened carefully to Jiqiu's speech, occasionally curling the corners of her mouth when she heard something interesting.

At the same time, to her great surprise, Winston started visiting the Bird of Paradise Hospice.

"What are you doing here?" Jiqiu asked her classmates with a headache, and she glanced at the girls behind her.

Winston has a handsome appearance, which makes people look very comfortable, without any sense of distance.

Coupled with the fact that he has not experienced the hardships of society, he does not look like a writer, but a student studying abroad.

"I came here to find inspiration." Winston sat on the sofa and crossed his legs. "In my next novel, I want to write about almshouses, so as to draw society's attention to vulnerable groups."

"Okay, then don't think about it, especially children." Jiqiu had a trace of suspicion in her eyes, and she speculated about the purpose of Winston's arrival. This classmate is not a person who likes children.

During her time at Eaton, she heard this man talk about how he played tricks on the disobedient children at home.

"You imagine me so badly, my dear friend." Winston spread his hands innocently, "I just want to do something for the children."

"You better do what you say."

Winston watched Jiqiu's leaving back, got up and came to the classroom where the children were in class, where Mary was teaching the children simple words, and beautiful stick figures were drawn beside the words on the blackboard.

Winston stood quietly behind, listening to the lesson with relish.

"Mr. Winston?" Mary looked at the person in surprise. She tidied up the lesson plans on the table in a panic and accidentally dropped the paper on the floor.

"Let me help you." Winston bent down and picked up the papers one by one. "I came here to get inspiration. After all, my controversial novel has come to an end."

"I think that novel is very interesting, you don't have to belittle yourself." Mary pursed her lips, and she stared at the paper in her hand, "The ideas conveyed in all your novels are exactly what I appreciate the most, and they are also what I lack. That part of me. I'm afraid I'll never express myself so boldly as you."