My years as a menswear boss

After repaying his favor, Jiqiu followed Dantès back to Monte Cristo without any burden in his heart.

When she got home, she hugged her kitten and donkey first.

Little Orange has been taken care of by Ali, and she has a fleshy body and smooth fur.

"You've gained weight." Jiqiu said holding up the little orange. Before the kitten could struggle, she put it down immediately and went to pet the little donkey.As a qualified parent, you can't favor each other.

Little Lizi didn't change much, he still let his little master pinch his ears in a daze.

Monte Cristo was the first place where Jiqiu felt a sense of belonging. She let go of her legs and ran on the hillside, climbed up the newly planted laurel tree, and looked at the scenery of the island.

After a day of indulgent crazy play, Jiqiu began to sort out his drawings, many of which were sketches drawn casually.She decided to choose some of the most favorite detailed paintings.

On the other side, the maid led Grossi to the room prepared for him.

Grossi looked around at the layout of the room. It was exquisite, and he could see the sea from the window, but he always had an indescribable weird feeling.

"Where is the master's room?" Grossi asked.

"The young master lives on the third floor near the master bedroom. Do you have anything to tell me, sir?" The maid from Germany looked solemn and behaved very upright.

"It's okay, I'm just curious." Grossi waved his hand, and he finally knew where the weirdness came from. The count looked at him like a bad woman who seduced his son, and wished he could stay as far away from his precious son as possible.

He thought of the boy's childish face, not at all enlightened.

Jiqiu had no idea what the two men were thinking. She spent time in the studio revising her paintings, devoting herself to creation.

After Dantès finished processing the one-month backlog of work documents, he stretched his sore wrist and thought of his cub, "Where's Simon?"

"Master is in the studio." Jacob organized the documents and picked up a stack of signed documents.

Dantès looked at the clock in the room, it was three o'clock in the morning, he frowned displeasedly, "Didn't you tell him not to let him stay in the studio for so long?"

"The young master kicked out all the servants. We are afraid that he will lock the studio, so we dare not disturb him again."

Jacob replied that he always felt that his master doted on the child too much, more so than any father he had ever seen. At the same age as the young master, he did not know how many times he had been beaten by his father.

"I'll go and have a look." Dantès stood up and went straight to the studio.He didn't know what Jacob was thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't change his approach.

The boy's high fever many years ago made him terrified and left a shadow in his heart. In the middle of the night, he hugged his son's hot and thin body, and put his hand under the boy's nose several times, afraid that he would not feel the slightest trace of tenderness. breathe.

Fortunately, since that time, the boy's health has become better and better, he has never been sick, and he runs all over the mountain alive and kicking.

Dantès suppressed his anger and pushed open the door. He saw that the young man was covered in colorful paints and his expression was focused and serious.

Jiqiu put down his paintbrush, scratched his hair impatiently, "What do you guys want?!"

"What do you think?" A familiar voice sounded behind his ears.

Jiqiu turned her head and saw Dantès' stern face, she immediately changed her face, "Are you done?"

"If I don't come, why don't you spend the whole night painting here."

"Maybe. You're just hypothesizing. It didn't happen."

Dantès saw the paint on the boy's nose, so he pulled out his handkerchief helplessly, and wiped off the paint, "I'm very worried about your body."

"I think I'm strong enough. You must know that every successful painter will devote himself to painting without sleep and food. I'm still far behind them." Jiqiu raised her face obediently for him to wipe.

"If it's at the cost of your health, then I'd rather you not take the road of painting." Dantès sighed.

"But, this is my dream, and I'm working hard to realize it." Jiqiu moved away, revealing the painting behind him.

Dantès looked at the oil painting behind in amazement. The character in the painting was Grossi, who was as beautiful as an angel. The blond model sat by the sunny window, with downcast eyes, and the long eyelashes were distinct. A thin layer of shadow is cast on the face, and St. Peter's Square is outside the window. The characters in the painting hold books in their hands and read carefully.

Even though Dantès is not a collector of paintings, he can still see the value and fine brushwork of this painting. The beautiful model in the oil painting seems to be walking out of the painting in a second.

"The next time you go into business, you can bring the painting and sell it." Jiqiu is very confident in this painting, and she believes that Bole will appreciate it.

"Aren't you going to stay? This is your best painting." Dantès asked.

"This is not the best painting I have drawn. I can draw better works in the future." Jiqiu smiled confidently, and she felt that her painting skills were making breakthroughs.

Dantès had no choice but to respect Jiqiu's decision and entrust the painting to the auction house in Paris. He didn't know that this painting caused a small wave of sensation in the Paris School of Painting.

Artists in Paris were intoxicated by the beauty of this painting.It was the first time that the strange name of Simon Ross came before the public.

This painting was included in the Louvre Museum in Paris in later generations. Historians call this painting the famous work of Luo Xiyang. They have to analyze every detail of the painting. The more widely circulated saying is, This painting shows that Simon Roche is a person who has no religious beliefs, and he believes that knowledge is the most precious wealth of human beings.

Because the beautiful boy in the painting is holding a book in his hand, the pious believers outside the window did not catch his eyes.

They are all very interested in the deeds of the greatest painter in the [-]th century when he was young. The few realistic paintings in existence have become the proposition of their research. Many historical researchers have studied how Simon Roche stepped out of the realistic painting. Prisoned by schools, he created his own Fauvism school.

If Jiqiu was still there, she would have rolled her eyes, she just thought that St. Peter's Square was a good backdrop.

Although she didn't have a good impression of religion, she really didn't mean to carry private goods, nor did she intend to overthrow the rule of religion.

Dantès thought he would get a lot of money from the auction house, but what he got was a small flannel bag with a pure emerald in it, "Why?"

"The auction house completes the transaction based on the highest bidder, and you said in the contract that you can exchange things.

So we agreed to the Duke of Brunswick's bid, and if you want cash, we can help sell it. "

The potbellied owner of the auction house smiled flatteringly. It was the first time he met an unknown artist whose paintings could be sold for the price of a top painter in Paris. He was willing to make an investment as long as the Earl continued to choose their auction house.

"Okay." Dantès accepted the gem, thinking that if Simon didn't want it, he could exchange it for francs himself.

When Jiqiu saw the emerald the size of a pigeon egg, she was a little surprised, "Sold so many?!"

"You are worth the price." Dantès touched the boy's head with a smile.

Jiqiu thought about it, and she decided to find someone to make the gemstone into a finger ring and give it to Dantès as a gift on his birthday.

In the blink of an eye, the time came to [-], the eighth year that Dantès had adopted Jiqiu, and the emaciated cub had turned into a handsome young man.

In the past few years, the name Simon Roche has gained a firm foothold in Paris, the capital of European art, and the classical painting school was gradually replaced by the realist painting school.

"Simon." Dantès smiled and called to his son.

"What's the matter, Father?" Jiqiu came back from a walk with the little donkey and handed it to Ali who was beside him.

Dantès looked at the young man reaching his shoulders in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why his cub didn't grow taller yet, so he focused on the business, "Do you want to go to Rome with me?"

"Didn't we just go there a few months ago?"

Jiqiu was a little puzzled, but she nodded quickly, "If you want me to go with you, I will be very happy."

"Every day I spend with you is a pleasure." Dantès said, only seeing his son would appease his rage caused by revenge.

"Can I take Xiao Lizi with me?" Jiqiu asked, she knew Dantès would agree.

"of course."

Jiqiu has been with Dantes for many years, sometimes even if he doesn't say anything, she can feel the guardian's emotions, she holds Dantes' hand, "I will stay with you, unless you drive me away leave."

"I would never do that, my dear son," said Dantes warmly.

When going to Rome this time, Dantès brought Haiide along with her, which made Jiqiu confirm her guess even more. She knew that men longed for revenge, so that those people could get their due retribution.

Rome is gearing up for its annual carnival, with residents hanging brightly colored tapestry from their balconies and bunting in shops.

Not only Italians, but also tourists from all over Europe gather here, drinking delicious wine, and they are all looking forward to the upcoming celebration.

Jiqiu looked at the beautifully dressed girls all around. She looked at the more dazzling market than usual, and felt a little novel in her heart. It was the first time for her to participate in a carnival.

The bold Italian girl noticed the soft-looking young man in the crowd with a well-mannered manner. She approached with a smile, "Do you want to dance together tomorrow night?"

Jiqiu smelled the fragrance of flowers emanating from the girl, her golden eyes became gentle, "I'm honored, lovely lady."

Jiqiu and the girl made an appointment to meet the next day, and when they turned around and saw Jacob's indescribable expression, "What's wrong?"

"The master must have seen it and was afraid that you would be abducted."