My years as a menswear boss

Back home, Jiqiu asked the servant to help boil the bath water, and was going to sleep after taking a bath.

"Simon." Dantès at the corner called Jiqiu calmly.

"What's wrong?" Jiqiu stopped, turned around and looked at him, not knowing which string was wrong with his guardian.

"Put out your hand."

Jiqiu stretched out her left hand obediently, and she showed a harmless smile.

"Don't escape, I'm talking about the right hand." Dantès coughed lightly, not being fooled by the young man's little trick.

Jiqiu had no choice but to stretch out his other hand.

Dantès frowned when he saw that the palms of his originally white hands were flushed, "How did you do it?"

"Uh... it was just an accident." Jiqiu replied dryly, she kept holding the candle in her hand, and the candle's tears were dripping on the palm of her hand.

Because I have been pampered for a long time, my hands are only used to hold the paintbrush, so the temperature of the candle tears caused a slight burn, and I only need to apply ice cubes for a while.

Looking at Dantès' expressionless face, she bit the bullet and explained what happened tonight.

Dantès twitched after hearing this, he didn't expect that his son was still a lover, and he had more tricks to please girls than his old father.

When he was young, all he did was weave a ring out of grass roots and give it to his first love.

"You did a good job, don't do it again next time." Dantès rubbed Jiqiu's brown curly hair vigorously, and smoothed it from the top of the head to the end of the hair.

"Okay, there will be no next time." Jiqiu nodded, then ran off with oil on the soles of his feet.

Dantès stood in the living room, looking at his precious son who had disappeared for a few seconds, his temples began to throb. This time he went to Paris, he was a little worried that Simon would fall in love with the daughter of an enemy, so what should he do?

Jiqiu immersed himself in the bathtub, only his eyes were exposed, and a string of bubbles rushed up from the water.

She knew that going to Paris was an essential part of Dantès' revenge, and she originally only wanted to watch the play.

But after getting along for so many years, she has already developed a family affection for Dantès, and she will still help him when necessary.

She only heard about Dantès being framed in front of the business owner who was about to go bankrupt many years ago.Besides, the man never said anything about revenge.

Jiqiu sorts out the context of the events of the year in his mind. Dantès was entrusted by someone to help the old captain deliver a letter to Napoleon's henchmen. Because of jealousy, Tanglar, his colleague, revealed the content of the letter sent by Dantès and fell in love with Dantes' fiancée. Fernand, Albert's father, reported Dantès to others, and Villefort, the acting prosecutor of Marseilles, became the king's prosecutor through this incident.

According to Jiqiu's calculation, it is estimated that the jealous neighbor Caderos should be counted.

The only thing that made her uncertain was that Dantès's former fiancée, Mercedes, who was about to become his wife, finally married his enemy and gave birth to a son with his enemy.

If Mercedes had married someone else, Dantès might have been able to calmly not bother her, but she chose Fernand.

On the second day after the carnival ended, Jiqiu took Albert and Franz to the Vatican to meet the Pope, and Giuseppe Cappellari became Gregory XVI. His good reputation all along played a role , Not many people in the city objected. Although the nobles complained in their hearts, but the matter has come to this point, they can only hope that Cappellari will return to the embrace of God quickly, and they can choose a nobleman as Pope.

But they probably have to wait for a long time. Giuseppe Cappellari is in his prime, with a strong body, and he is even keen on equestrian sports.

Jiqiu raised her head and looked at the tall and mighty pope. He was even taller than the knight commander next to him. She stretched out her arms and waved.

"Long time no see, Simon. May God bless you." Capelari said sincerely.

Albert and Franz were different from Jiqiu's self-possession. They both looked very nervous, for fear that they would lose face to their surname by acting out of etiquette.

A group of people came out of the church, Albert breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Franz beside him, "Did I not be rude just now?"

"No, you behaved very well." Franz said, he decided that he should be abstinent these days and not profane his pious thoughts,

"The Pope is very amiable, but you seem to be more nervous than seeing the king."

Jiqiu glanced at the two boys, and she pulled the bow tie to relieve herself.

"Of course, Bishop Cappellari is the most suitable candidate for Pope I have ever seen."

Franz sincerely respected the successor of St. Peter, and he felt that the pope would be able to convey God's will to every corner of the world.

"I think most people can't help feeling awe when they face him, even though he is a very humble and friendly person." Albert said.

In the next few days, Jiqiu took the two of them around the streets and alleys of Rome, including the corner shops.

"I have been to Rome many times, but I know far less about this city than you do."

Franz couldn't help sighing, he had a feeling that the whole of Rome was under the control of this cold-tempered young man in front of him, and Mr. Roche knew every corner of the city of Rome like the back of his hand.

"You're flattering me. I'm just interested in city life. They are my inspirations. Occasionally, I ride a little donkey to chat with those little people, and I learned a lot of hidden places."

Jiqiu explained that she handed Franz a six-inch oil painting with miniatures of carnival painted on it, "Time is in a hurry, so I only prepared this painting for you as a parting gift."

Franz took the painting, and his eyes widened in disbelief. The expressions of everyone on the oil painting were lifelike and extremely delicate. "My God, how did you manage to play with us and find time to paint?!"

"I'm just good at time management." Jiqiu smiled indifferently, her expression was gentle, "We will meet again in the future."

"Of course, thank you very much, Mr. Rosie!"

Franz held Jiqiu's hand and shook it vigorously, "It's my greatest regret not being able to go to Paris with you. I really don't want to go to Venice, but I have to stay there for a year or two."

"It's okay, you can write to me, I will reply when I see it." Jiqiu said with a smile.

Albert returned to Paris alone, and Franz took a boat to Venice. Before leaving, they all shook hands with Dantès.

"I wish you all the best," Dantès said.

"You must come to find me in Paris." Albert said expectantly, "I will always wait for your arrival in Paris, so that I can fulfill my friendship as a landlord."

"It will, we have an appointment, haven't we?"

Jiqiu's face was mild, in sharp contrast to the calm Dantès beside him.

Albert and Franz had long been accustomed to the count's pale and indifferent face, and they bid farewell to Jiqiu and Dantès in a friendly manner.

Even though Dantès treated them with courtesy, Franz always felt a sense of fear towards him. He liked getting along with Mr. Roche very much, but he was unwilling to face the Count of Monte Cristo.

"My friend, why don't you look very happy because you can't go to Paris with Monsieur Roche?" asked Albert.

"Although it's a little too much to say, I can't lie to you." Franz confided the truth under the suspicious eyes of his friend, "I think this earl reveals an unusual eccentricity, which always makes me feel creepy. His origin I don't know, it makes me worry about you."

"How could it be?" Albert looked at him disapprovingly, "The count seemed a little indifferent, but he tried his best to express his friendliness. We had a good time in Rome, all thanks to the count's efforts. Most importantly, he It's Mr. Rosie's father!"

"Hey, maybe I'm thinking too much." Franz thought of the young man's clear golden eyes, and he felt that he was too worried. How could a person with such eyes be a bad person.

"I think you just like to think about it. Mr. Rosie must know how sad it is for you to say that about his father." Albert said.

"However, I feel that there are too many doubts about the earl. With such a huge wealth, he also has a world-weary attitude. Only when he faces Mr. Rosie will his ruthless eyes generate warmth, making him like a Normal father."

Franz stepped into the carriage behind Albert, "Actually, we don't know anything about the Earl, his nationality, life experience, and his accent."

Albert sat in the carriage and looked at Franz with a vacillating expression, "Mr. Roche said that he is from Florence, and the count is of course Italian. Besides, Mr. Roche never mentioned his mother, so it is very likely that he His mother passed away when he was young, and the earl raised Mr. Rosie to adulthood alone, but he is still alone. He must love Mrs. Rosie's mother very much. Anyone who loses his lover will hate the world."

Franz leaned against the inner wall of the carriage, and Albert's words really convinced him, "I hope it's as you said."

"At worst, you can ask Mr. Rosie, I believe he will tell the truth, he is so kind and caring." Albert comforted Franz.

"I didn't expect you to trust Mr. Rosie more than I do." Franz looked at the trusting Albert, feeling a little weird in his heart. He only admired and respected Mr. Rosie, but he would not give his trust.

"Don't you like him? I can assure you that none of those people in Paris are as likable as Mr. Roche, and they are always considerate of others." Albert said.

"Well, I wish you a wonderful time in Paris with Monsieur Rossi."

Franz knew that he couldn't calm down his friend, so he could only follow his words.

Jiqiu stood in front of the window, watching the two people's carriage disappear into the street corner with a cold expression. She felt that although Franz liked her paintings, he did not regard her as a friend, and even had a defensive mind towards Dantès.

Fortunately, fate is on their side, and Franz will not return to Paris in a short time to ruin their plan.