My years as a menswear boss

With Jiqiu and the little donkey loving each other every day, Dantès's revenge plan is carried out in secret.

"This lady is." Jiqiu looked at the beautiful young girl with a dignified and elegant temperament in front of her.

Even if she was dressed simply, she couldn't resist her every move raised by the upper class.

When Dantès came back from a business trip, he first reached out and rubbed his baby son's hairy head, "This is Haidee, a Greek, I bought it from the market in Constantinople."

There will be no extra introductions, he doesn't want those dirty things to contaminate the only pure land in his heart.

Jiqiu watched Dantès let a maid in Greek dress take Haiide away, and she was relieved, "I thought you were going to bring me a stepmother."

"Huh?" Dantès was quite irritated by his caring little armor's remarks, and he looked serious, "Who taught you this kind of thing? Your father is not so hungry."

"Hey, don't you all say that a rich bachelor must marry a woman in order to have a successful life." Jiqiu stretched out his stubby little arms, signaling for a hug.

"They just need someone to inherit the family property. I already have you, so don't worry about it."

Dantès stretched out his arms and held Jiqiu in his arms easily, "And your father is not called a rich bachelor."

"Ah?" Jiqiu scratched his head, "What's that called?"

"A very wealthy single nobleman." Dantès suddenly threw Jiqiu up, and then caught it firmly, "Why haven't you grown up yet?" He passed his big hand under the young man's armpit and held it in the air , like holding a little piglet.

When Dantès met Jiqiu for the first time, he thought she was only five years old, but who knew from her mouth that she was already ten years old. During the four years that he brought the boy with him, he hired a professional chef to feed pigs. Same.

However, instead of growing vertically, his precious son is growing horizontally, and will soon become a real little piggy.

'My God, Simon isn't a dwarf. Dantès looked at Jiqiu, who was actually 14 years old, but his height was like a ten-year-old boy. He had strong worries about his son's future.

"I'm already growing up well." Jiqiu's feet bounced in the air a few times, but she still couldn't break free from the guardian's clutches, so she gave up.

In fact, she was very aware of her height. Before being adopted by Dantès, her body was indeed malnourished, but her growth was normal after adoption.

She estimated her own growth trend. In the future, she can reach the normal level of European women, but she will be a little shorter.

But Dantès raised her as a son, and the standard for measuring height was according to the boy's growth rate. Although a girl over five feet tall was petite, it was normal, while a boy over five feet tall would be a dwarf in Europe.

"Are the vegetables delicious?" Dantès put Jiqiu down, and he couldn't help stretching out his hands to pinch and pinch his baby's white and soft face, his mood index soared.

"Oh, yes!" Jiqiu patted his hand away, and took a few steps back, "What kind of status is that Miss Haidai in our family? Do you want to adopt her?" The down-and-out noble lady, always Can't be used as a maid.

What Jiqiu doesn't know is that Haidai's life experience is more tortuous than she imagined.

Haidee is the daughter of Ali Tiebelin, the governor of Yanina, and the famous beauty Vaseriki. Ali Tiebelin was once the governor of a famous side. As his daughter, Haiide was raised and raised up .

What I never expected was that the governor was betrayed to the Turks by his black-hearted subordinate, that is, Fernand, on the battlefield, which resulted in the failure of the battle and finally died on the battlefield. Serikit was sold to the slave market in Constantinople and later bought by Dantès.

From childhood to adulthood, she was pampered and protected like a princess on a tower. Once she became a slave, Haiidee silently sold her last jewelry and buried her mother who committed suicide in embarrassment, planting the seeds of revenge in her heart. .

When she saw Dantès appearing in front of her, she had a feeling that the opportunity had finally come.

She followed Dantès back home obediently, and when she saw the young man who looked like a little tiger, she immediately understood that it was the count's most precious treasure.

Before Haiide left the gorgeous living room, she couldn't help but glance back. The Earl, who had a serious and inviolable face, bent down patiently to give the boy a hug like an ordinary father. Envy filled her heart, and her eyes twitched a little. Seriously, her father used to coax her like that, talking about her as the person he loves the most in the world every day.

Dantès originally planned to adopt Haidee as his adoptive daughter, but he thought that if he agreed, his precious son would be very disappointed.

He could think of how the teenager blinked those heart-warming big eyes and accused him, 'I'm not your favorite, the only cub! '

Jiqiu didn't know what her good father was imagining in her head. She held her head up and waited for a response, her neck was sore, and she picked up his big hand in dissatisfaction and rubbed it with her sharp canine teeth.

Dantès felt the itch on his hand, he looked down, squatted down, opened Jiqiu's mouth, reached in and touched it, "Simon, you changed your teeth?!"

"Yesterday I ate two apples and dropped them." Jiqiu bared her mouth, showing the gaps next to the tiger teeth on both sides, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Oh, I don't have this plan. However, I will let her live a life of food and clothing for the rest of her life. As a benefactor, I need her to help me with some things."

Dantès stood up and wiped the velvet robe casually with his hands, "The exchange of benefits is all there is to it."

"What a pity." Jiqiu pursed her lips and blinked her golden eyes, "Miss Haide is a lovely and delicious beauty."

"Oh, little pervert." Dantès snorted disdainfully.

"I'm just thinking about the rest of your life, Dad." Jiqiu shrugged helplessly.

For a long time, the estate of Monte Cristo has accepted such a girl who looks like a master but not a master, a servant who is not a servant.

Dantès hired several French maids to take care of her food and daily life for Haidee, and also asked someone to teach her various foreign languages.

"Little Juzi, I finally understand how you feel." Jiqiu put her head next to Maomao, and she muttered softly, "The feeling of having a second child is so terrible, if you were human, you must be very jealous of me now Get tired of being with Xiao Lizi every day."

Little Orange's ears were itchy because of the hot breath from the little master. It shook its big cat ears and turned its head to the other side.

Jiqiu put the kitten smelling of saponins on the bed, leaned his face towards it, and planned to kiss its little head, but Xiaojuzi blocked it with his upper limbs in disgust.

Every hair of the cat resists, 'Stupid human being, I'm noble and you don't deserve it. '

Jiqiu, who has always been firm and forceful, is the sweetest melon. She removed the cat's paw and rubbed her head against it.

The castle is huge, Jiqiu saw only a handful of times Haiidee, and in order to prevent his son from misunderstood that he had grown up, Dantès resolutely refused to let Haiide dine with them.

"Dad, how are my paintings doing?"

Jiqiu thinks of the batch of paintings she handed to Dantès before he left the house, and she wants to make a name for herself with realistic painting.

"The sale is very popular. Within a week, it was bought by someone." Dantès cut the lamb chops on the dinner plate, "Every piece was sold at a high price."

"Really, I don't believe it." Jiqiu put the meat into her mouth, and by the way put aside the boiled vegetables on the plate. She still pays attention to painting, and has also inquired about the current situation in the art world. Napoleon's downfall Afterwards, the classical painting school lost its former glory, and the realist painting school emerged. It took a lot of time for the emerging painting school to be accepted.In other words, the classical school of painting still occupies the mainstream of the market.

Every time Jiqiu thinks about it, Jiqiu feels a headache for the era that belongs to the academic school. Her personal style is Beastism, which is specifically against the academic school.

And before Fauvism confronted Upper School, there was Impressionism. Historically, Post-Impressionism was the first teacher of Fauvism. She didn’t know what impact her creation of Fauvism before Impressionism would have on art history.

Dantès reached out and picked up the hand bell on the table and shook it.After a while, Jacob came in holding a medium-sized box.

"Master, this is all the money you got from the paintings you sold." Jacob showed an amiable smile, but he did it with a ferocious look.

Jiqiu put down the knife and fork, picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth. She looked at the coins in the box, they were the currency in the market, not the ancient gold coins in the cave.

' Dantès was so impeccable in his work that he even exchanged coins. '

She sighed in her heart, Jiqiu couldn't believe that the few pictures of the sea that she drew casually could sell for a high price.

Dantès, who didn't know that he was not trusted, couldn't help laughing at Jiqiu's suspiciously stunned expression. His son is indeed the best in the world!

"Thank you, Dad!" Jiqiu hugged Dantès emotionally. In her memory, she had never experienced such a deep father's love.

Even though she has been deprived of the previous emotions and only memories are left, she believes that this kind of fatherly love is like a mountain, and it must be the first time she has experienced it.

'Hey~ What a white lie, I will definitely provide for Dantès in the future. Jiqiu thought firmly.

"You don't need to be so polite between relatives." Dantès put his chin on the top of Jiqiu's head, and gently patted the boy's back with his big hand.

'Simon is really too sensible, he can be satisfied just by helping him sell paintings, I must make more money for him to spend. ' thought Dantès firmly.

Jacob on the side didn't understand the brain circuits of the two masters at all, but he was also moved by the pure father-son relationship, "Although the master and the young master are not related by blood, they have a deeper relationship than any pair of father and son in the world." '