My years as a menswear boss

"Master, did you just let them go like this?!" Jacob squeezed into the carriage in disbelief, his expression extremely ugly.

"Otherwise." Jiqiu shrugged indifferently, she looked at Jacob and said, "If you didn't provoke the girl he loves, that gentleman wouldn't scare you like that."

"But how would I know this!" Jacob's voice became aggrieved, and his dark eyes were full of accusations.

Jiqiu touched his nose in embarrassment, "Actually, I don't know how to deal with him. In addition, I have no interest in becoming a justice envoy, so it's none of my business what they do."

In fact, after she was sure that she could completely suppress the phantom, she lost her mind. Anyway, with her around, there is no problem in protecting Dantès. As for others, that is not something she can solve with a single child.

'How can a villain be a savior. ' she thought irresponsibly.

In Jacob's eyes, Jiqiu has changed from a tiger cub to a giant dragon, a very terrifying one.

If Jiqiu knew what he was thinking, she would probably express her affirmation. She is the descendant of the dragon from the east, which is a compliment to her.

The moon had already risen in the sky, Jiqiu sneakily pushed open the door, and she waved to Jacob behind her, "Hurry up, my dad is not here!"

Jacob stood on tiptoe and jumped to the boy's side, "I don't think it's possible, the Earl will definitely wait for you to go home."

"How is it possible, Hehehe~~~" Jiqiu smiled and didn't care.

"How is it impossible?" Dantès' angry voice sounded in front of him, his face was cold, and his eyes were full of anger.

'Oops. Jiqiu's body gradually shrank and shrunk again, she dared not look at the guardian's face.

The originally dark living room was suddenly brightly lit, and there was a row of expressionless servants standing in the living room. Dantès turned around and said, "You can call Andrew back." Then he stretched out his big hand and lifted Jiqiu up.

Jiqiu's limbs fluttered in the air, and the curly hair on the top of her head raised uncomfortably, "Dad, I'm back~"

"You still know how to go home?" Dantès snorted coldly, slipped the boy onto the sofa, and sat on the tea table by himself, interrogating him face to face.

"Father, I love you!" Jiqiu revealed her dimples, her eyes widened with a smile, "I love you even more than yesterday."

A smile appeared on Dantès's face, but it was quickly suppressed, "Don't be glib, this trick is useless to me! Simon Roche, I'm very angry with you."

He looked stern, "Did you go to that theater?!"

"Would you like to listen to the truth or lie?" Jiqiu blinked and asked.

Dantès laughed at the young man's mischievousness, he raised his eyebrows, "What do you think?"

"I can explain it..." Jiqiu quickly explained everything like pouring beans.

Jacob watched the terrifying dragon suddenly turn into a docile cub, and he was willing to call his master a dragon trainer, a dragon knight.

"No more?" Dantès held down the boy's dangling calf, and he frowned to correct the kid's sitting posture.

"That's what happened." Jiqiu answered, biting her nails.

"For the sake of your honesty, I won't skip your dinner." Dantès said in a drawn-out tone. He looked at the corner of the young man's mouth and struck with precision, "Your trip to Venice is over. , I will not let you run around and mess with unclean things again."

Jiqiu's little face collapsed, it might as well detain her for dinner.

"Is it really not possible?" She looked at the man with wet eyes, pitifully shimmering.

Dantès covered his forehead, "Well, at least you can't leave my sight." Then he watched his cub climb up on him, and imprinted a wet kiss on his cheek.

"Have you eaten?" Dantès rubbed the boy's curly hair, and his expression returned to the gentle look before.

"No." Jiqiu shook her head honestly, and immediately asked with concern, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, you go to the living room and wait for me." Dantès borrowed Jiqiu's arm to make her roll off the sofa.

Jiqiu glanced at Dantes' expressionless face and ran towards the restaurant.

In the eyes of doting parents, their children are the most well-behaved babies in the world. If they make mistakes, they must be instigated by others.

Dantès was no exception. He looked at Jacob in the corner with a gloomy expression, "Why don't you take a fancy to him?"

Jacob: ...

In this way, Dantès beat Jacob up, and told him to follow him from now on, and would never send him to the brat again.

Jacob was delighted with this decision, and he wanted to dance a tango happily. Instead of following the ignorant Jiqiu, he might as well follow the uncertain Dantès. He couldn't imagine who could scare the ghost of the opera. How scary.

At least in front of Dantès, Jiqiu is a sweet and soft white dumpling that everyone loves.

During dinner, Jiqiu moved the heavy chair to Dantès's side, and stood next to him, set the tableware for him deftly, and shared his favorite lasagna with him.

Although he knew that this was to please the child after he made a mistake, Dantès inevitably felt happy, and his whole aura became like a spring breeze.

In the next few days, Dantès took Jiqiu to all the theaters in Venice, big and small, and saw many performances, musicals, stage plays, eunuch singing performances, choirs, and pianist performances. A great inspiration came.

"Art is really a treasure of mankind." Jiqiu said softly, and she looked at Venice far away from her reluctantly.

"I'll take you to see it if I have the chance." Dantès said standing beside Jiqiu.

"When is the next time?" Jiqiu asked seriously.

Dantès realized that he was becoming more and more like a common parent, always saying words to coax children casually.

But he didn't want to be a parent who broke his promise, "After a year, if you still have this idea, I will take you there."

A group of them came from Venice to Vatican City in Rome and stayed in a local residence.

Jiqiu didn't have a specific idea about the real estate that Dantès bought. In short, when she arrived in a new city, she would first ask if her family had any real estate. If not, then when would she buy one.

"It's a bit small." Dantès looked at the small apartment in Vatican City. The entire apartment was under his name, leaving only the top floor with the best view, and renting out the rest of the rooms.

"This is already the most central location of the city, unless you buy a piece of land from the Pope to build a church, it is equivalent to having a manor in the city center."

Jiqiu opened the curtain, and she could see St. Peter's Cathedral from her angle, and St. Peter's Square was a few steps down the stairs.

"However, is there any event going on here? It looks very lively." She looked at the Vatican Pope's guards patrolling around, and a bunch of people sitting in St. Peter's Square, as if something important was about to happen.

"They are conducting the Pope election." Dantès glanced at him and said with certainty.

"The last pope passed away?" Jiqiu scratched her head. In her impression, the pope was a position that would last until her death. When she was the prime minister, she still expressed sympathy for this ultimate social animal.

"This matter has been discussed in the streets and alleys these days, and the news of the Pope's death has already spread in Venice."

Dantès looked at the silly son who was only thinking about painting and didn't hear anything outside the window, touched her head, and sighed quietly in his heart, "Simon is getting taller every day, so I can't touch his head anymore, now I want to touch more. '

Jiqiu didn't know Dantès' complex psychology of being happy that the cub had finally grown up, but not wanting the cub to grow up. She was completely attracted by the Pope's election.

Dantès didn't respond to Jiqiu's playful attitude, he didn't believe in Catholicism anyway, and of course he still had to abide by other people's rules on his territory, he squatted down and repeatedly emphasized to the boy that he must listen to him, Don't run around.

"Of course, I'm very good." Jiqiu stepped forward and took his hand.

Dantès put on plain clothes and led Jiqiu to St. Peter's Square where believers gather.The candidate for the new pope is being discussed everywhere.

"Dad, why is there smoke there?" Jiqiu pointed to the black smoke that zigzagged above the Sistine Chapel not far away.

"That is, the result of the election has not come out, and only white smoke can prove that a new pope has been elected."

Dantès believed in Catholicism when he was young and knew the general process of the Pope's election.

The power of the pope in this era is much greater than that of later generations, and the believers are basically the supporters of the pope. Jiqiu doesn't like the so-called religious forces now.

It not only suppresses women, but also engages in some superstitious persecution activities, especially witch hunts. It would rather kill one thousand by mistake than let one go. The so-called "wizards" are vigorously arrested, and the detainees are executed. Thousands of innocent women Burned alive as a witch.

Apparently, the believers in the square were also eagerly looking forward to the election results. Seeing the news that there was no result, they sighed and had no choice but to continue to wait in the square.

At this moment, a man wrapped in a black robe walked into the square, out of place with everyone around him.

The Pope's guard immediately spotted this strange man, and the leading knight commander pointed at him with his sword, "Who are you?"

The man in black ignored him and strode towards the fountain in the center of the square. The knight commander summoned the knights to surround him. At the critical moment of the Pope's election, everyone dared not relax.

Jiqiu's gaze was also attracted by the man in black, she pulled Dantès over there, and whispered, "There seems to be something interesting there."

The leading knight impatiently grabbed the man in black's robe, "I want to see who you are?" He just pulled off his robe, and flinched back.

Jiqiu saw a flash of fire in her vision, and before she could figure it out, her eyes were covered by a pair of big hands.

"Don't look." Dantès said softly.

The next second, Jiqiu smelled the smell of burnt fat in the air.