My years as a menswear boss

Dantès didn’t know that his unintentional words sent the Beast to the butterflies before history for nearly 100 years. At this time, he found a point to praise his own children, and he talked about the so-called Fauvism without blushing. .

"I asked a Frenchman to teach Simon painting for three years. As you can see, he has learned a lot."

Dantès said, in fact, he was thinking, anyway, there are so many miscellaneous painting schools in France, and no one can see it if they make up nonsense.

At least his demeanor coaxed the Duke of Tuscany. He looked at the painting in front of him carefully, and began to praise the strong personal color of the oil painting, and declared that the painting would be displayed in the living room of his castle. .

As a duke with countless fiefdoms, he has long been used to the paintings of famous artists on the market, as long as they can be bought with money, it is not uncommon. The duke of Tuscany is trying to pursue a height of art appreciation that is unmatched by the world.

Jiqiu's eyebrows turned into the word '丷', she couldn't understand what adults thought.

After returning home, Jiqiu didn't dare to make mistakes, and concentrated on studying the basic skills. She didn't want to flap the butterfly's wings anymore.

Dantès was also worried that Jiqiu would get sick from being bored in the studio all day long, so he brought her with him when he went to Florence to discuss business, in the name of letting her gain insight.

But the man is completely unaware that the soul in the small body in front of him has been in the upper class of England for decades, and his own etiquette experience is dozens of times that of his.

Jiqiu was wearing a luxurious dress, and she was like a fish in water when she stepped into the ball. She calmly invited all the noble girls of the right age to dance, easily elicited topics, and made all the young girls laugh like silver bells. The little girl surrounded herself like little bees.

Dantès looked at the flower-like son in the crowd, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He felt that his son was most likely a romantic neutron.

"Count of Monte Cristo, your son is as fine as his venerable father."

The chubby Viscount has a sense of joy. He is very familiar with the art of language and knows what words to use to whom. This talent has brought him his current status.

The unsmiling Dantès was delighted by his words, and showed a sincere smile, "You are too admirable, Viscount Vasia, we seem to be able to talk about the cotton business you just mentioned in detail, this is a A win-win proposal."

Jiqiu was surrounded by ladies and gentlemen at the ball, she felt that she was marinated, and her whole body smelled of perfume, "Ah--"

"Hold on, we'll be home in a minute. You did well tonight, Simon."

Dantès pinched Jiqiu's baby-fat little face, and wiped off the blush on her face with a handkerchief, but with too much force, the boy's fair and tender face was reddened.

"Well... I just want to take a quick shower." Jiqiu sneezed again, she rubbed her nose, "I don't want to smell rose-scented perfume anymore."

Arriving at the manor in Florence, Dantes' loyal servant Jacob immediately sent someone to prepare hot water for Jiqiu.

"I have ordered the maid to put tea tree essential oil, young master." Jacob squeezed out a kind smile on his fleshy face.

This very strong servant was a former pirate, an unlucky ghost rescued by Dantès on a desert island.

He hid a bag of gold coins and was about to be buried alive by the pirate captain, but before his execution, the pirate captain was not satisfied with his execution, so he asked Dantès who arrived unexpectedly.

If he can give a satisfactory answer, he can send someone to lead their cargo ship out of the maze-like reef.

Dantès was thinking of waiting for his eldest son to return home, so he simply and rudely proposed that he fight Jacob. If he wins, he will hand over the hapless pirate to him, and if he loses, he will ask the captain to let the hapless pirate go.

Jacob, who was born in Yeluzi, was naturally unable to beat Dantès, who was specially trained by the priest of Faria, but Dantès did not choose to kill Jacob, but let him go.Jacob, who was grateful, offered to repay his kindness by being a cow and a horse for him.

So Jacob became a thug next to Dantès, occasionally part-time driving horses, and conveying to the servants in advance the work of receiving orders.

"Good job, Jacob." Jiqiu nodded her head. She took off her coat and threw it on the ground. Wearing a white silk underwear, she jumped into the pool like a small lake. She stretched her limbs comfortably in the water. Immerse yourself in the steaming pool.

Her entire face was smoky red, and she let herself float up and down on the water.

"Plop--" A loud sound of falling water rang in his ears, and Jiqiu opened his eyes in shock.

"It's me." Dantes didn't know when he took off his clothes and soaked in. He waved his long arms and swam to Jiqiu's side, "Do you want me to give you a massage?"

Jiqiu: Pretty cubs are scared!

"Don't be so shy, this kind of thing is normal between men." Dantès laughed and rubbed Jiqiu's wet head hair, stretched out his big hand to wipe the bath beans on the boy's curly hair, and gave it gently She washes her hair.

Jiqiu froze, she didn't dare to speak or move, her face was flushed, she didn't know if it was from embarrassment or heat.

"Wait!" Jiqiu held down the earl's plan to give her a bath, and quickly picked up the fluffy brush on the side, "I'll give you a bath."

"Are you sure?" Dantès looked hesitant, he stretched his hand behind, stroking the uneven scar on his back, which was whipped out by the prison guards when he was in the Prison of Chateau d'If, and the hideous scars filled his entire back .

Jiqiu nodded firmly, she couldn't let Dantès rub her back, if so.

She only blew up her vest, but she hadn't figured out how to explain it to the man. To Dantès, her behavior was a deception. She couldn't imagine the scene where the earl learned the truth.

"Okay." Dantès turned his back.

Jiqiu looked at the horrific scar on Dantès' back, she frowned, "I will help you complete your revenge, and drag those people into hell step by step."

"What did you just say?" Dantès was so lazily smoked by the steaming steam that he couldn't hear Jiqiu's murmur clearly.

"It's okay, it must have hurt at the time." Jiqiu twisted up a towel soaked in hot water, placed it behind Dantès, twisted it into a twist shape, and poured hot water on the scarred back.

"It's okay." Dantès would not recall that dark time when he was with his son. He enjoyed the warm parent-child time with the teenager, and usually talked about some beautiful things.

"Do you have any plans to hold an art exhibition?"

"Art exhibition? You think highly of me, Dad." Jiqiu twitched his brows, "I'm still an apprentice with no name, what can I do."

"Of course my son is the best. He deserves all the precious things in the world."

Dantès took a brush and cleaned his own feet. He was never used to having servants to serve him, and he did most of the things by himself.

But Dantès has a large group of servants for Jiqiu. She doesn't have to pour water herself, and someone puts on her shoes when she gets up in the morning. It is more luxurious and depraved than her previous life. Since she was adopted, she My hands are only used for petting cats, eating and holding paintbrushes.

"You will spoil me like a kid from a rich family who only knows how to spend money." Jiqiu couldn't help but rubbed Dantès's back with a towel, avoiding the deep scar.

"No, you will always be sober as you are now, sometimes I really wish you could rely on me a little bit."

Dantès picked up the peaches brought over from France on the pallet, peeled off the fluffy skins, and he took off the shells and handed them to the boy.

Ji Qiu swallowed it in a big gulp, she chewed the soft peach in her mouth, it melted in her mouth, and her mouth was full of sweet peach flavor.

The next day, Jiqiu took advantage of Dantès to go out to discuss business, and went out for a walk by himself. The market in Florence was very lively, selling everything, and the stalls with the most crowds were the ones selling slaves.

Jiqiu looked at the heated discussion crowd, her curiosity was aroused, and she used her small body to squeeze through the gaps in the crowd to the front.

Finally, I saw the focus of people's discussion. It was a black slave imprisoned in a cage more than one meter high. He was about two meters tall and curled up in the cage like a huge rock.

Jiqiu observed the huge man, and the trafficker yelled a few times and only needed five francs to dispose of this black slave at will.

"The price is very suitable, why is no one bidding?" Jiqiu tugged at the goatee uncle beside him.

The goatee itself was a little impatient, but when he saw the exquisite clothes on the young man, his attitude immediately became pleasant, "Dear young master, you don't know that this black slave has been returned several times."

"Why?" Jiqiu became interested.

"Because he's just big and can only serve as a deterrent. This black slave is unwilling to teach others a lesson for his master. He doesn't even dare to kill a rabbit. It's useless to buy it." The goatee explained.

"Even if he was beaten with scars, he doesn't want to beat someone. I really don't understand what he thinks."

Jiqiu frowned, did she meet the Holy Father?

Little Juzi was very interested in the black slaves in the cage. Curiously, it jumped out of Jiqiu's backpack and stepped sideways into the cage.It climbed onto the man on all fours.

The black slave Ali was a little at a loss for a while, he tentatively stretched out his two big hands, and picked up the kitten.

Jiqiu looked at the fat cat she had raised for three years like a kitten in the hands of black slaves, she squinted her eyes to observe him.

Seeing the noble young master in front of him, Ali blinked his peasy eyes, and handed the kitten forward, "Honorable young master, is this your cat?"

"Yes." Jiqiu watched the little orange crawling restlessly in his hands, and realized that his cat might need a cat climbing frame.

In the end, Jiqiu took out five francs and bought this black slave named Ali from the slave owner.