My years as a menswear boss

After Jiqiu and Albert visited his collection room, it was lunch time.

"I hope the dishes made by our chef meet your appetite." Albert said.

"I'm not a picky person. Basically, the cuisines of all countries are well received. My father took me to travel everywhere, and the food can no longer attract me."

Jiqiu put down her sleeves, just now she tried the violin in Albert's collection.

The two of them came to the restaurant and found that everyone was waiting for them to arrive.

"Sorry, I was too involved in chatting with Mr. Rosie, I forgot the time." Albert said apologetically, his attitude was very sincere, "I hope you can forgive me for my negligence."

"No, I was also at fault for this matter. Mr. Morcerf's treasure really touched me too much, and I was a little too fascinated at the moment." Jiqiu bent slightly.

"Stop taking responsibility for yourself, I'm hungry enough to eat an elephant, let the servants bring the food!" cried Debray, looking very pitiful.

"Oh, of course." Albert picked up the rattle on the table and shook it a few times, and then a crowd of servants rushed in, each holding a dinner plate.

Jiqiu took a sip of the wine in the goblet. The taste was very light, but it was better than quenching her thirst. She picked up the knife and fork and cut the top-quality foie gras on the plate.

Dantès also ate with them, and he just tasted each dish without moving.

"Is it because our chef's craftsmanship is not to your liking? You don't seem to have a good appetite." Albert noticed Dantès' behavior and said worriedly.

"It's not about the chef. I've always had a bad appetite. This is the time when I have a good appetite." Dantès put down the knife and fork in his hand, not wanting to discuss this topic in depth.

Earl Lenoir noticed that the ring on Dantès' thumb was a transparent gemstone, "Your ring looks very beautiful, it's the first time I've seen an emerald without a trace of impurities."

Dantès rubbed his fingers subconsciously, "Oh, it was given to me by Simon, his first painting was taken by the Duke of Brunswick, who exchanged the most expensive emerald in his treasury for That painting."

"It turns out that Mr. Rossi has made a name for himself in Paris so early. I know the Duke. He has always only collected works by dead painters. I didn't expect to make an exception for you." Le Nuo sighed.

"It's just that my paintings are just in line with his preferences. Your Excellency the Earl is older than me, so there is no need to use honorifics for me, just call me by my name like them." Jiqiu said warmly, her humble attitude won the audience Goodwill from the rest.

"When I was in Rome, did I hear from Mr. Morcerf that you were about to get engaged?" Dantès asked.

Albert looked a little troubled, "Yes, my father is happy to promote this marriage. I already have a girl I like in my heart, and I don't want to form a family with someone I don't love."

"Is that Miss Eugenie Tanglar?"

Leno glanced at Albert, who was in love. He was about to enter middle age, and he saw things much longer than this underage boy. He didn't think that Albert's family would accept a girl of unknown origin unless She was of some noble blood.

"Danglar?" Dantès twitched the corner of his mouth, and a trace of unclear emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, her father is Baron Danglars. He negotiated a loan for Charles X in [-]/[-] and made great contributions. Charles X awarded him the title of baron and the Medal of Honor. "

Leno explained patiently, he looked at Dantès with a flat face, "Do you know him?"

"No, I just heard about him a little bit, but I really want to make friends with him. After all, I want to enter the French social circle, and every new friend is very important to me." Dantès said.

"Okay, don't talk about me anymore, Your Excellency, you might as well talk about yourself, we are very interested in your affairs."

Albert said with a smile, and he snapped his fingers, "For example, where do you live now?"

"Ah, I can answer this." Dantès smiled, and he didn't seem to make him approachable, "We bought an apartment on Rue Saint Benoit, although I wanted to buy a manor at first, but Due to lack of contacts, I can’t find a seller who can sell the manor, if any of you know that someone wants to sell the manor, you can let me know.”

"It seems that you want to live in Paris for a long time?" Morel looked curious. He was sitting opposite the famous painter Mr. Roche.

"Yes, Paris is the art capital of Europe and the utopia that every painter yearns for."

Dantès looked at Jiqiu who was eating a yellow peach egg tart, his eyes became gentle.

They immediately understood the earl's good intentions, and felt in their hearts that with such a dedicated father, it's no wonder they can raise such excellent children.

"Speaking of which, I heard that a viscount is selling the manor, and their family will move to England to settle down." Le Nuo suddenly said.

"Oh! That's great, where is the location?"

"Champs Elysees, NO.15."

"It really didn't take much effort to come here." Albert clapped his hands, he was very happy that the Earl and Mr. Rosie could find a suitable house.

"Thank you very much, Your Excellency." Dantès thanked with a smile, and tapped his fingers on the table, "To express my gratitude, I invite you to watch a play in my private box."

"Do you have boxes at every theater?" asked Debray.

Dantès nodded, "Because I have a very favorite woman, she likes to go to the theater very much, as long as I go, I will reserve the first-floor boxes in every local opera house."

"Is she your mistress?"

"No, she is a slave I bought from Constantinople. She has performed very well in the past few years. I kindly let her out of slavery and wanted to set her free. Unfortunately, she has been unwilling to leave me."

"You are so kind, no wonder that loyal lady is attached to you." Leno said.

"Then are you raising her as a lady now?" Albert became interested in the beauty Dantès was talking about.

"Basically, she can only speak Greek and Roman, so I bought two Greek maids to serve her." Dantès replied.

"Then can we meet her?" Albert thought that the woman he was obsessed with was also a Greek beauty, and he always had a strange feeling in his heart, whether that Greek beauty had any connection with the woman mentioned by the count.

"Of course you can. After our new home is decorated, please be sure to pay a visit to the humble house."

Then they talked about the current social situation in France, mainly to allow Dantès and Jiqiu to better integrate into the upper class society of Paris.

It was not until it was dark that Dantès had to take Jiqiu up to leave, but Albert made an agreement with Jiqiu to take her around every corner of Paris.

"I believe that no one knows Paris better than me! I know every street and every shop, and choosing me as your guide is the most correct choice you made." Albert assured, patted his chest.

"I believe in you, Albert." The young man looked at him with trusting golden eyes, which benefited the 16-year-old Albert very much.

Jiqiu followed Dantès into the carriage, she saw the guardian's expression became cold, so she put her hand on his big hand worriedly, "Father?"

Dantès looked down at the admiration in his precious son's eyes, his expression softened, and he reached out and rubbed Jiqiu's head, "Did it scare you?"

"No, I just feel that you are very sad." Jiqiu got up and sat next to him, and put the wrist on his arm, "You can talk to me."

"I'm sorry to have brought you a bad influence." Dantès said softly. He closed his eyes and thought of the portrait he saw in the side hall today. Although it was placed in an inconspicuous corner, it was his first time. Noticed at a glance.

The oil painting is framed in a gold-plated hollow picture frame. On the picture is a beautiful woman. She is wearing a simple long dress, her hair is coiled up high, and her eyes are gazing at the sea affectionately. melancholy.

Dantès immediately recognized the woman in the painting as Mercedes, the woman he once loved deeply.

Whenever he thinks of the woman he loves deeply marrying the enemy he hates deeply, Dantès finds it difficult to breathe. Fortunately, he still has his favorite son, which relieves his hatred-filled heart to some extent.

'Maybe I can talk to Simon about it, I can't hide it from him. ' thought Dantès secretly.

Jiqiu yawned a lot, she stretched her waist, bumped her head against Dantès' shoulder, and soon fell asleep on it.

Dantès choked back all the words he had to say, and his mood became even more depressed, and his intimate little armor sometimes panicked.

However, he re-fixed Jiqiu's head to ensure that she could sleep more comfortably.

When they arrived at the apartment, Dantès put his index finger to his mouth, signaling Jacob to keep silent. He adjusted his posture, carried Jiqiu on his back, and carried him back to the youth's bedroom.

After returning to the bedroom, Dantès asked Ali to bring a pot of hot water, wring out the soaked towel, and wipe the young man's alcohol-smelling face.

Jacob, who was standing at the door, felt his toothache. Every boy he knew drank fine wine in big glasses at this age. How could he be so squeamish like his little master, who could get drunk with bland wine.

After wiping his son's hot face, Dantès planned to unbutton Jiqiu's clothes and wipe his body, but when he unbuttoned halfway, he was grabbed by the wrist.

Jiqiu opened his eyes and looked at him without blinking, "I'm sorry, beautiful lady, I don't intend to go to the cloud and rain with you."

Dantès' pupils dilated, he immediately retracted his hands, wrapped the young man in a quilt, and walked out of Jiqiu's bedroom without looking back.

Jacob didn't dare to show his anger, and followed Dantès with his steps, and soon saw his master stopped.

"Go and find out, what did the girl who made friends with Simon do to him in Rome?" Dantès turned his head and said expressionlessly.

Jacob looked at Dantès' staggering steps, confused, "Shouldn't the young master be the one who took advantage?" '

Jiqiu covered her head in frustration. If she had known she would not stop her, she would have let Dantès find out. It was all a subconscious brain reaction just now, and it was obviously a good opportunity to confess.