My years as a menswear boss

Jiqiu and Dantès rested overnight in the village of Auteuil before heading back to their mansion on the Champs Elysees.

The next morning, Jiqiu got up to inspect the roses planted in the garden. She twisted the easel and put it in front of the flowerbed, squeezed paint from the paint tube and started painting.

After a while, the sound of a carriage driving was heard from the trail not far away, Jiqiu raised her head from the painting, she held the brush and looked towards the gate.

There was a carriage parked there at this time, with a family crest drawn on the door, she squinted her eyes and looked, "It's a nobleman." '

She saw a person stepping out of the carriage, wearing a black jacket with a vest inside, and the leather shoes on his feet were polished to shine.

What attracts the most attention is his high and protruding cheekbones, greasy face, and shrewd small eyes, which make people think that he is a cunning and cunning figure.

'Perhaps a baron? Jiqiu was thinking about how Dantès would teach her to identify the pattern of the emblem. In this area of ​​Paris, you can throw a stone at anyone.

Maybe they are all small nobles, and each noble has a corresponding family crest, and some have just bought their titles, and they need to increase their family crests.

The groom stepped forward and knocked on the small room where the gatehouse was located, and he moved his lips, chatting with him.

And his master looked at this luxurious palace with greedy eyes, desperately restraining his coveted eyes.

Soon, his gaze met Jiqiu's. The baron was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded slightly as a greeting.

After Jiqiu watched the groom hand out a business card, he turned back to his master and helped the baron into the carriage.

She turned her head and glanced at Ali who was dutifully holding the umbrella for her, "Go and ask the concierge, who is the person who visited just now?"

"Ah, master... Sir asked me to hold an umbrella for you to prevent you from getting sunburned." Ali looked at the parasol in his hand hesitantly.

Jiqiu took it and drove it away with his hands, "Go quickly, I don't need you to hold an umbrella for me."

She didn't understand what Dantès was thinking. Although the sun in Paris was a bit scorching, it was not enough to cause sunburn.

Sometimes she couldn't help wondering whether if it were a real child, she would be spoiled like the mother-killing Benedetto.

"Master, that gentleman just now is Baron Tanglar. He received a loan bill that he needs to pay, so he must come to visit him in person." Ali trotted over and said.

Since it was related to Dantès' plan, Jiqiu didn't pay any attention to it. She soon felt a staring gaze, and immediately looked at a window by feeling, her eyes became sharp.

Dantès behind the blinds put down the binoculars in his hand, "Simon is sharper than I imagined."

He threw the binoculars to Jacob who was standing aside, "Danglar is still as greedy as before, his ugly face is really disgusting."

"Master, it's time for lunch now, do you need to notify the young master?" Jacob asked.

"Well, you go and call him." Dantès nodded, and then he thought of something, and stopped him again, "You ask Mr. Bertuccio to come and see me."

After Bertuccio came, Dantès glanced at him. At this time, the Corsican had returned to his usual calm and steady look, "I asked you to find a bodyguard for the young master, have you found it?"

"Yes, sir. There is an English officer who fits the bill," replied Bertuccio.

Since the defeat of Napoleon, the relationship between Britain and France has gradually become peaceful, and there have been no fierce conflicts. Later, France also joined the Holy Alliance.

"You bring him here," Dantès said.

Bertuccio bowed, and a few minutes later walked in with a man about six feet tall.

Dantès carefully looked at this black-haired and blue-eyed British officer. He had deep eyebrows, a high nose, and a handsome overall appearance. Coupled with his serious face, he looked like a strict father.

"What's your name?" Dantès asked.

"My name is Wade Forrester, sir. I just came back from Afghanistan a month ago." Forrester replied.

"Do you know what job you're going to do?"

"Protect the young master's life safety."

Dantès looked at this stern Englishman, and he was quite satisfied. He didn't like bodyguards that were too flashy, which would easily lead his cubs down, and he didn't like bodyguards that were too gentle, which would easily make his cubs more rebellious. "I'm not a mean person. Of course, your future master is more soft-hearted than I am, but I don't like subordinates who push their feet. You can't find such a good job anywhere. You have a salary of two thousand francs a year, which is better than the small one." The staff is more than ten times higher, not including the tips given by me and the young master, the only thing you have to do is to protect my son."

Forrest bowed deeply, "Yes, I cherish this hard-won opportunity very much."

"Simon is a bit stubborn, but he is a very kind child. He doesn't beat and scold servants, and most of the time he just likes to paint in one place quietly."

Dantès opened the blinds and looked at the young man in the garden, "As long as you don't lie, he will forgive you."

"If you do well, I will give you an extra sum of money. After working for a few years, you can have a small fortune and spend the rest of your life comfortably in a big city. This is far more cost-effective than going to the battlefield. .”

"There is a big black slave beside him, but he is only big. In fact, he is useless, and he can't even kill. That's why I hired a bodyguard to protect him."

"He will be very stubborn in certain things. If you see him doing behaviors that harm his health, you can stop him, even against his will."

Forrest kept Dantès' words in his heart, and he meticulously made a pledge of allegiance, "I will protect the safety of the young master with my life."

"Don't be too nervous. Simon is a very gentle person. He has no enemies, but I have. I believe that their skills are completely inferior to yours. If necessary, it is not impossible to kill them. I will pay for it." You bailed."

Dantès turned the wrench in his hand, then raised his hand, "That's all I want to say, you can get to know your master."

Forrest nodded silently, and strode away from the Earl's office.

Jiqiu looked at the man who was two heads taller than her, with an indescribable expression, "Is this the bodyguard my father found for me?"

"Yes, master. This is Mr. Wade Forrester, responsible for protecting your safety." Jacob smiled brightly.

"You are British." Jiqiu said affirmatively, she was so familiar with this style, it reminded her of Barton, the bodyguard in her previous life, "Afghanistan or India?"

"What?" Jacob was confused.

Jiqiu sighed softly, "The cocoon of the tiger's mouth, the curve of the waist, only soldiers who have served can form this walking posture, so Mr. Forrester is stationed in Afghanistan or in India?"

"Oh, he fought in Afghanistan." Jacob suddenly realized.

"My request is not much, as long as it does not violate my decision." Jiqiu said slowly.

Forrest nodded silently, but he felt troubled in his heart, "Your Excellency the Earl told me to focus on the health and safety of the young master, but the young master doesn't like servants against his wishes. '

The British are meticulous in handling affairs, and Jiqiu entrusted his personal safety to Forrester with confidence, "I am going to hold an art exhibition, and the security work at the exhibition will be entrusted to you."

"I'll do it right, master," Forrester said.

A few days later, Jiqiu held an art exhibition as scheduled, and people from the upper class in Paris gathered in her studio.

"Thank you for coming to my art exhibition." Jiqiu shook hands with Moran.

"There are many people from other countries who came to Paris to participate in your painting auction. This is something worth celebrating."

Moran patted Jiqiu's shoulder with a smile, and then he moved away, "Please allow me to introduce you to my beloved Camille and my beloved daughter."

"Nice to meet, Mrs. Moran." Jiqiu looked at the gentle-looking beauty in front of her, and kissed her hand with a smile. When she was about to say hello to Moran's daughter, she was stunned.

"Simon?" Aurora covered her mouth in surprise, with an expression of disbelief.

Jiqiu couldn't help sighing in her heart, the world is so small, "Long time no see, Aurora, maybe I should call you Miss Moran?"

"Do you know each other?" Moran was surprised by this, and he had never thought of such a coincidence.

"I had a wonderful time with Miss Moran at the Roman Carnival." Jiqiu replied softly.

Looking at his daughter who hesitated to speak, Moran understood, and offered to take his wife to the art exhibition without Jiqiu's company, leaving the world to the two young people.

"We met again." Jiqiu said warmly, looking at the thin girl in front of her, she never mentioned what happened last time when she bought bread.

Aurora's brain was confused. A few days ago, she learned that her father was invited to an art exhibition, and that art exhibition was held by the painter the sponsor asked to imitate. She was very curious about what kind of painter he was So she asked her father to take her there, but she never thought that she already knew the painter.

'I should have thought earlier that Simon said he was a painter, and the painter Dad was asked to imitate was also called Simon, but I mistakenly thought that the painter was old. ’ Aurora thought ruefully.

After all, the name Simon in Italy is as inconspicuous as Tom in England. Whether it is a street vendor or the son of a wealthy businessman, it is possible to be called Simon.

Aurora has never connected the two together, and Jiqiu's face is too young to make it difficult for people to think that she is a successful painter.

"You said you were a poor painter." Aurora said with some resentment.

"Because I gave my father all the money from selling paintings, so I really don't have much money in my hands."

Jiqiu explained, and she thought that her explanation was too pale, so she continued to add, "I never thought that my paintings would be so famous in France, but I didn't receive much popularity in Italy."

"I'm sorry I lied to you."

Listening to the young man's pitiful voice, Aurora's heart softened again, "I have my own mistakes, and I shouldn't have the prejudice that well-known painters must be middle-aged."

After Jiqiu heard this, she didn't want to spend time between the two of them taking responsibility for each other, so she bent her arms, "May I invite you to visit the art exhibition together?"

For a moment, Aurora felt like returning to the night of the Roman Carnival, she smiled and nodded, "Of course."