My years as a menswear boss

"It seems that you are having a good night." Dantès leaned against the door, watching Jiqiu with sweaty hair come back twisting the mask.

Jiqiu nodded irrefutably, "Yes, I met a lovely and charming lady, she took me to dance all night long."

"Oh? Didn't something happen to you with her?"

Dantès admired his cub's concentration in his heart, and he was able to return home on time in the face of a beauty, which was worthy of praise.

"Well... I treated her to a kebab." Jiqiu felt sweat all over his body and wanted to take a hot bath. "She seems to like roast lamb very much, and she asked me to have it with me next time."

"Huh? Are you serious?!" Only then did Dantès realize that his son had a playful face, but he was actually a gentleman.

"Otherwise, I thought I should send her home, but she refused my request."

Jiqiu shrugged indifferently, she really didn't want to do anything, she was just worried that it would be too dangerous for a girl to go home alone at night.

"Well, your etiquette teacher should be delighted that his student is a true gentleman."

Dantès sat on the sofa and poured a glass of gin, "By the way, I will invite a child to have breakfast at home tomorrow, instead of sleeping until noon like before."

"I only get up at noon when I paint until late at night!" Jiqiu immediately retorted, and she walked towards her room without looking back.

Early the next morning, Albert arrived at the appointed time, accompanied by Franz, as the invitation had stated that he might bring a friend.

They looked at the majestic castle in front of them with amazement.A moment later they were invited in by a servant in elegant livery.

When Albert stepped into the castle, he first noticed that the entire room was hung with brocade brought from the East, with exquisite embroidery on it, and a glass crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling, twinkling in the morning light. Yes, there is an Ottoman palace carpet under your feet, and it feels like you are stepping on soft cotton.

"Welcome to the two gentlemen, please enjoy this place as your home." Dantès said standing at the door of the living room, he looked proud but not rude.

Only then did Albert see clearly the appearance of the man who rescued him last night. This mysterious earl was about 40 years old, with black hair and black eyes like a Roman. His face was pale without a trace of blood, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line. He looked very indifferent, and it was impossible to imagine that he would be an enthusiastic person who helped out. He had a straight nose and deep eyebrows. He was wearing a gorgeous robe with special dark patterns on it, and the loose pants modified his straight legs.

"Your Excellency, allow me to introduce myself again. My name is Albert Morcerf. I came to Rome from Paris to spend the carnival. Thank you for your help last night." Albert put his hands on his chest and bowed slightly bow.

"I'm Franz d'Epinay, a friend of Albert, thank you for saving my friend." Franz also followed Albert's etiquette.

Dantès nodded lightly, waved his hand, and summoned an unusually tall black slave, "Ali, call Simon and tell him that the guests have arrived."

Then he made a gesture of extending his hand and invited Albert and Franz to come with him to the dining room.

"May I ask, are there any other guests besides us?" asked Albert.

"Oh, no. Simon is my son. He was too tired to get up from the carnival yesterday."

Dantès said in elegant French, when he mentioned his son, his eyes became gentler, not as cold as before.

"My friend and I were at the carnival yesterday, maybe we just passed each other."

Albert said that at this time he noticed that along the way, there were one antique oil painting after another hanging in the corridor, all of which were painted by those famous artists, but one of them was very eye-catching.

"Sir, you can even buy Rosie's paintings." Franz was shocked when he saw the signature of a landscape painting of a sea of ​​lavender flowers. Greek style, it looks like an entrance to another world, each lavender looks different, and the colorful purple looks very dreamy.

Albert is not only good at fencing and fighting, but also likes art, like painting and music. He loves to collect paintings by contemporary painters, and he is very tolerant of all major painting schools on the market. You can see various styles in his collection works, "I often hear his name in Paris, and the way his paintings are sold is also very strange. All the finished products are entrusted to the auction house for auction. No one has really seen the true face of this painter. My mother likes him very much. The sea in the painting always reminds her of the happy time when she was young."

Albert didn't notice that Dantès paused when he heard him mention his mother, and he was completely immersed in Rosie's wonderful world. Man recalls the best things in memory.

"His full name is Simon Roche." Dantès smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.

"You just called your son Simon, is Mr. Rosie your child?!"

Franz widened his eyes and cried out in surprise, his expression became very excited, "Then is he going to have breakfast with me, can I make an appointment for his next work?! Those damn auction houses always Sold to his own shareholders before the auction, we guests rarely come across his paintings being auctioned."

"Don't get too excited, sir." The count coughed lightly, and his expression returned to his original calm expression. "You can negotiate with him in person. If Simon is willing, my father has no reason to object."

"Excellent." Franz and Albert looked at each other.

Although Albert did not admire Roche's paintings as much as his friends did, he was also curious about what this painter who had never shown his face looked like. He looked at the young earl and guessed that this famous painter might be around his age .

Ali stood patiently at the door of Jiqiu's bedroom, holding a trumpet in his hand, and blew the horn every three minutes until the door was pushed open vigorously.

"Okay, Ali. You can calm down for a while!"

Just as Jiqiu was about to get angry, he saw Ali shrinking himself into a corner pitifully, and said dumbly, "I'll go over after I finish washing up."

Jiqiu changed into a silk shirt, paired it with black trousers, and tied a dark golden bow tie. She stood in front of the mirror and made a circle. After confirming that it was correct, she walked out of the bedroom and came to the restaurant.

All eyes at the table were on her, and Jiqiu's voice was tinged with apology, "Sorry, I'm late, I hope I didn't delay your meal."

"We also just arrived not long ago." Dantès smiled and introduced them to each other.

Jiqiu nodded towards the two boys opposite, as a greeting.But why is one of the eyes so bright?

Because of the arrival of the guests, the breakfast was extraordinarily sumptuous. The servants pushed in one by one dining carts and put the breakfast on the dining table one by one.

Albert finally looked away from Jiqiu's face, and looked at the dazzled breakfast, the fried Australian steak was half-rare, Turkish barbecue, German ham, French foie gras, and a lobster the size of an adult's arm. , silver plates are used for every meal, and there are also oriental porcelain bowls, which contain washed seasonal fruits.

Jiqiu scooped up the crystal-clear bird's nest in the bowl with a spoon. It was transported by sea from an eastern sea route specially opened up by Dantès. She felt that every bite she ate tasted like money.

"Mr. Rosie is younger than we imagined. At your age, I can only compete with my peers, but you are already at the forefront of art." Franz has a lively personality, and opened the topic.

"I'm sorry, my appearance is a little younger than my actual age, but in fact I am already."

Jiqiu nodded slightly, she was very reserved in every move, "We are not much different in age, there is no need to be so polite to me, otherwise I will feel uneasy."

"My achievements are nothing compared to those of my predecessors. It's just a matter of luck. I happened to meet people who appreciate my works."

"You are too modest, Mr. Rossi." Albert said, he looked at the cold young man in front of him, his rare golden eyes made him look unattainable, "your paintings are very popular in the upper class of Paris, it is said The queen also wants to invite you to paint for her, but there is no way to get through, and no one in the auction house knows where you live."

"Really?" Jiqiu smiled lightly, and his cold temperament brought warmth, "I am very glad that someone likes my paintings. Desire to bring good things to all people, hoping to bring out the best in their humanity."

Albert felt that Mr. Roche was not as cold as he looked on the outside, but full of humanity, just like his father, the Count of Monte Cristo, cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

"You are such a kind gentleman, may I ask you to travel to Paris?"

Franz looked at Jiqiu expectantly, he wanted his idol to see for himself how popular he was.

Jiqiu hesitated for a moment, she looked at Dantès, "Is it okay, Dad?"

"Of course, my son. You know that I will satisfy all your wishes." Dantès said with a smile.

Albert was a little envious. It was the first time he saw the Earl with a sincere smile on his face.

Even though he respects his father very much, he has to admit that Mr. Luo Xi's father is the envy of all children.

"I think we will become good friends." Jiqiu said warmly, she looked like a harmless little animal at this time, "If you are not in a hurry, please allow me to show you Rome, I am here Met a lot of interesting people."

"That's great!" Albert and Franz nodded happily.

Jiqiu raised the carved glass in his hand, "Danttes will take revenge like his father, so let me take care of his son." '

Two real critters chirped happily, and the real beast hid its tusks.