Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Han Sen, I'm going to take a shower."

Sitting by the bed, Nietzsche lazily stretched out his hand towards Han Sen, motioning for Han Sen to take his own to take a bath.

After a strenuous exercise, Nietzsche felt that certain places on his body were really sticky, and now he began to feel very uncomfortable. In terms of life, Nietzsche has always been more serious about cleanliness. In this regard, Han Sen is better than anyone else. all clear.

Han Sen stood up, unbuttoned his suit, took off his formal suit and hung it on the hanger beside the bed, then carried Nietzsche into the bathroom.

Nietzsche was lying in Han Sen's arms, watching Han Sen easily hugged himself, so he stretched out his hand and squeezed Han Sen's arm, "Why are you so strong?"

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche blankly:

"I'm a young man, and it's normal to have strength."

The age gap is an indelible fact. Nietzsche snorted coldly and put his arms around Han Sen's neck tightly.

After washing, Han Sen carried Nietzsche back to the bed, then sat on the edge of the bed and dried Nietzsche's hair, "Go to sleep."

Han Sen lifted the quilt and let Nietzsche lie in, and then he lay next to Nietzsche, and then reached out and turned off the wall lamp beside the bed.

Nietzsche moved his body, leaning his body against Han Sen's arm, leaning against Han Sen's side with his chest, pulling Han Sen's arm with one hand, putting Han Sen's arm under his head, and laying the other hand horizontally In front of Han Sen's chest, the whole person is tightly attached to Han Sen's body.

"Han Sen, are you asleep?"

In the dark, Nietzsche blinked and whispered in Han Sen's ear.

Han Sen felt Nietzsche's deep and magnetic voice passing by his ears.

In fact, Nietzsche was never a talkative person, but when he was with Han Sen, he always tried to talk to Han Sen, especially after returning from Brazil.

Han Sen couldn't figure out why this was the case. He always felt that the current Nietzsche was very different from the past, because the Nietzsche that Han Sen was familiar with was a high-ranking, gloomy and cold elder.

However, whenever Nietzsche was not by his side, Han Sen looked over from a distance, and Nietzsche seemed to become the man Han Sen was familiar with again, and most people dare not approach him.

Probably because he was more taciturn than him, Nietzsche wanted to talk to himself so much.

Han Sen thought so.

So, Han Sen reached out and touched Nietzsche's side face, and said in a deep voice:

"No, I was just lying on the bed."

Nietzsche smiled softly, mosuo back and forth between Han Sen's thighs, made a seductive movement, then turned over, with his back to Han Sen, "Han Sen, hug me on."

Han Sen hummed in a low voice, turned sideways, reached out and hugged Nietzsche in his arms, his eyes still closed, and his chin rested on Nietzsche's head, "Is that okay, uncle."

Nietzsche nodded, stretched out his hand and pulled off his underwear, turned his back to Han Sen, Mosuo Han Sen's buttocks.

Feeling that there was a reaction soon, Nietzsche turned his face and kissed Han Sen's lips: "Han Sen, let's do it again."

Han Sen hugged Nietzsche's body tightly with one hand, and controlled Nietzsche in his arms as much as possible. The other free hand pressed Nietzsche's waist to control Nietzsche's provocative body. His eyes were calm. Closed, said in a deep voice with no expression on his face: "Lutheran, go to bed early, don't make trouble."

Nietzsche snorted coldly,

"No trouble."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Han Sen's place, and moved towards his bottom, and said with a sticky voice, "Han Sen, let's do it again."

Han Sen seldom heard Nietzsche speak to himself in this tone.

But once Nietzsche finds pleasure in this kind of thing in a certain period of time, it will be out of control. Han Sen knew this clearly in the first few years of serving Nietzsche.

At that time, Nietzsche's concept of chastity was very bad. As long as he felt that he wanted to do it, there was almost no shortage of people in bed. When other people felt dissatisfied or unhappy, he would find Han Sen to satisfy him.

Han Sen sometimes even spent half a day doing nothing, and he and Nietzsche got tired of lying on the bed.

Han Sen, who was well versed in Nietzsche's nature, knew that he was insatiable, so he patted Nietzsche's back lightly, "Go to bed early, and I'll take you to see what's going on at Jack's apartment tomorrow."

The significance of Han Sen's words is very important. It means that Han Sen no longer controls Nietzsche's freedom in business matters, and he can start to intervene in the affairs of the Han Sen family.

Facing Nietzsche, a type with low credibility in Hansen's place, is undoubtedly a risk, because Nietzsche himself is not a man who does nothing.

He is like a dragon trapped in the abyss, as long as he gets a chance, he can fly to the sky, the key is to see what he wants.

Han Sen now handed over the initiative to him.

But Nietzsche didn't seem to hear it, he just grabbed Han Sen's there and didn't let go, his slender legs kept teasing Han Sen's feet and thighs, as if he wanted to push Han Sen's there into his body deliver.

"I want it, Han Sen."

Nietzsche said in a low voice.

Han Sen sighed,

"Lutheran, if you do too much at night, your energy will be distracted tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is tomorrow, today is today, how can it be the same."

A displeased expression appeared on Nietzsche's face. He disliked being restricted in this kind of thing, especially when he wanted Han Sen's body so much.

In the past, when Han Sen was under his control, he could play however he wanted.

But now that Han Sen has grown up, he has changed from a big boy to a mature, steady, and successful man. On the contrary, he seems to be indifferent in this respect. There is always a lack of interest in these things.

"But, I like you in me, don't you think my body is boring?"

Nietzsche asked Han Sen.

Han Sen shook his head helplessly:

"That's two different things."

"Then do it now!"

Nietzsche suddenly ordered Han Sen in a cold tone.

"Lutheran, don't regret it."

Han Sen felt his forehead throbbing. He was already at a young age, but he was reluctant to touch Nietzsche because of Nietzsche's weak body. Since Nietzsche himself didn't appreciate it ...

Han Sen suddenly turned over and pressed Nietzsche's back, stretched his fingers underneath, and poked it hard.

"Put your ass up."

Han Sen said in Nietzsche's ear, and then used two fingers to make it easier for Nietzsche to accept.

When Han Sen's fingers moved, Nietzsche moaned lowly, his slender fingers tightly tugging on the bed sheet under him.

"Nietzsche, relax."

Han Sen signaled Nietzsche to relax his body, and when the person under him really relaxed, Han Sen suddenly pushed in, making the carved European-style bed rattle.

"Sen, use your strength..."

Nietzsche raised his hand, tightly holding the bedpost in front of him, and then raised his hip slightly, allowing Han Sen to attack better.

"Horrifying fear……"

When Han Sen was doing it, it gave people an unexpected vigor. Under Han Sen's attack, Nietzsche soon felt that he was almost no longer himself. His whole soul was trembling, and the feeling of lightness attacked the whole mind.

"Han Sen..."

Nietzsche moaned and called Han Sen's name.

Han Sen suddenly reached out and pulled Nietzsche's hair, forcing him to turn his face and kiss him.

Han Sen's kiss was as strong and swift as when he did it. Nietzsche felt that his thoughts and breathing in his head were firmly blocked, just like a kind of suffocation.

After the kiss, Nietzsche lay on the bed panting, unable to move his fingertips.

Han Sen lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche's neck:

"Good night."

Because of the somewhat indulgent experience the night before, Nietzsche slept until very late the next day, stayed in bed, and slept until the time when he was about to eat lunch at noon.

Nietzsche opened his eyes, the windows in the room had been pulled open by the servants, the bright sunlight poured in through the large and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, a little glaring, after Nietzsche woke up, he lay on the bed and raised his hands to cover the Eyes not yet adapted to daylight.

"Mother……"

Hearing someone talking in his ear suddenly, Nietzsche put down his arm covering his eyes, turned his face sideways, and suddenly saw Han Xiu lying on the side of his bed with his eyes open, looking straight at him with his dark green eyes .

The child was wearing a square plaid shirt, and his red hair looked very dazzling and beautiful.

Nietzsche smiled silently at Han Xiu, and then looked around, only to find Han Xiu and himself in the huge room.

"Xiu, come up."

Nietzsche stretched out a hand to signal Han Xiu to climb onto the bed, and Han Xiu immediately climbed onto the bed vigorously with his calves kicking for two days, and then stretched out his hand for Nietzsche's embrace after getting into bed.

"mom!"

It seemed that Nietzsche, who was still sleeping just now, had finally woken up. Han Xiu giggled, leaped forward with joy, put his arms around Nietzsche's neck, and his whole small body lay in Nietzsche's arms.

Nietzsche lowered his head and kissed Han Xiu's cheek, brushed Han Xiu's bangs with his fingers, and looked at Han Xiu's immature cheek: "Xiu, where's dad?"

Han Xiu looked at Nietzsche with innocent eyes:

"Mom, Dad is working in the study and talking to an uncle. Dad said that Mom is sleeping, and I'm watching Mom sleeping..."

Nietzsche nodded, let Han Xiu lie on the bed, got up and dressed on his own, and then carried Han Xiu out of the bedroom door after washing.

"Mom, you are so beautiful..."

When walking in the corridor, Han Xiu stroked the red hair beside Nietzsche's cheek with his soft fingers, and focused his eyes on Nietzsche's cheek and beautiful eyes.

Han Xiu seems to have a good understanding of external beauty since he was very young. I don't know if it is innate or influenced by some kind of acquired influence.

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Han Xiu, carefully observing the child—the child belonging to himself and Han Sen.

Because he had little contact with children before, and then suddenly had Han Xiu, Nietzsche adapted to the role of being a parent very well.

However, what surprised everyone, including Nietzsche himself, was that Nietzsche was more or less the type who doted on children.

Compared to Nietzsche, Han Sen was much stricter with children, even somewhat dogmatic.

However, Nietzsche doesn't care about all of these. To be honest, what he values ​​most now is Han Sen, and the child is an independent individual. At least in his opinion, Han Sen is more important.

Nietzsche was not Chinese, so he couldn't understand the spiritual quality of oriental parenting that puts his heart and soul into his children.

For children's education, Nietzsche did not have any specific plans, and he himself was not a person with strong plans in his life.

He always felt that as a child, it is good to develop freely, and it is best not to be as depressed as he used to be when he was a child.

But, in fact, Han Sen has already made a series of detailed plans for Han Xiu's future education.

Before Han Xiu was a minor, it would be impossible for him to disobey Han Sen's intentions in major matters, because Han Sencong was fundamentally an out-and-out, dogmatic feudal parent.

Nietzsche looked at the small face that resembled himself, and suddenly found it interesting, so Nietzsche asked Han Xiu: "Xiu, Mom asked you, does Dad think Mom is pretty?"

"Well……"

Han Xiu raised his head and thought about it, then covered his mouth and smiled:

"Mom, Dad has a picture of Mom in his wallet."

Nietzsche nodded, pulled his lips and smiled:

"I know this."

Han Sen has always had a photo of Nietzsche in his wallet. That photo was taken by Han Sen several years ago when Nietzsche was not paying attention. After swiping it out, Han Sen put him in his wallet.

After so many years, Han Sen has neither changed the wallet nor the photo. Now Han Sen's wallet is a bit old, but the photo in the wallet still looks new.

"anything else?"

There was an extremely rare shallow smile on Nietzsche's face.

Han Xiu thought for a while:

"If someone speaks ill of Mom, Dad gets mad."

Nietzsche raised an eyebrow,

"Someone said bad things about mom?"

Han Xiu nodded, pointed to the study room, and said in a childish voice:

"Yes, Mom! It's that uncle who was in the study just now! He said Mom was bad! Dad is angry! Very angry!"

After finishing speaking, Han Xiu seemed to recall Han Sen's rare angry appearance. His soft arms hugged Nietzsche's neck more forcefully. The feeling of a child is the most accurate. Han Xiu can clearly feel his father's emotions status, and Han Xiu was very afraid of Han Sen's appearance.

Han Sen's character is too strict and showy, such a character itself will not make children like to be close to him too much.

"Then let's go see Dad now."

Nietzsche carried Han Xiu all the way to the front of the study. Nietzsche stood in the gap where the study was opened and looked into the study, then stopped in front of the study and walked in without carrying Han Xiu.

Nietzsche gently hugged Han Xiu and walked to the other side of the corridor, away from the study, "Take Han Xiu down to the garden."

Nietzsche stood at the corner of the corridor, stretched out his hand to greet the butler, then put down Han Xiu who was in his arms, and signaled the butler to take Han Xiu out and leave the study.

Because through the crack of the door, Nietzsche saw Han Sen sitting on the large sofa with a blank face, and a man was pressed and kneeled in front of Han Sen.

The man's head was pressed on the coffee table in front of Han Sen, and the cigarette in his mouth fell out, and it fell in front of the man himself.

Looking at the terrified and surprised eyes of the man, Nietzsche can easily judge that this incident seems to have happened just now.

"Who did it, I want to listen to the truth."

Han Sen reached out to pick up the cigarette that fell on the coffee table, and then took a look at the sparks jumping on the top of the cigarette, and then pressed the cigarette on the man's cheek without warning and mercilessly.

"ah--……!!"

The man screamed twice in pain, twisting his body non-stop, Han Sen looked at the man's face expressionlessly.

Nietzsche stood outside the door, looking at Han Sen's calm face through the gap in the study door.

Nietzsche still remembers Han Sen's previous appearance very clearly. In fact, Han Sen's appearance has not changed much, but his temperament is completely different.

Han Sen must have a handsome face, otherwise Nietzsche would not have taken a fancy to him.

But Han Sen used to look picturesque, with red lips and white teeth, he was a slender and beautiful boy.

At that time, but in terms of appearance, Han Sen was definitely a serious and beautiful boy.

But now, Nietzsche looked at Han Sen's basically expressionless face - over the years, Han Sen became more and more calm and introverted, making it impossible for people to see what he was thinking. An indescribable, indescribable sense of oppression.

Over the years, in Nietzsche's eyes, Han Sen has changed little by little and completely, and gradually became what he is today. The face of yesterday was all torn apart, and the boy turned into a man after all.

A powerful and terrifying man.

"Actually, I hate other people smoking in front of me the most. It is a very stupid behavior to damage one's own body openly and still feel tasteful. Even my wife can't tolerate it."

Han Sen stared straight at the man's cheek with a black scar from the hot cigarette butt. The flesh and flesh on that black scar had already died.

"Give you another chance, to be honest."

Han Sen took down the cigarette that was pressed against the man's cheek and gently placed it on the table.

Looking at the situation, Nietzsche knew that Han Sen and this man should talk about things again, and Han Sen suddenly turned his face halfway, and this ending happened.

If it wasn't for sitting down to discuss things seriously, Han Sen would not be so kind to let a person smoke in front of him.

Nietzsche suddenly found it interesting. He didn't know what made Han Sen, who had always been good-tempered, angry.

Nietzsche knew that Han Sen's demeanor had always been good, and it was difficult to make him angry with ordinary things.

Although the man was sweating from the pain, he still gritted his teeth stubbornly and said angrily, "Han Sen, you are so stupid! Wife? Ha! Your so-called wife is the one who wants to kill you!

You think about everything that happened between you, think about how you treat him, how he treats you!

I have never seen such a simple oriental person like you!Nietzsche Lutheran's reputation is better known to you than to me!

You are just mesmerized by his pretty face!All he has is a heart of snakes and scorpions!

How he will treat you in the end, you know in your heart! "

Han Sen silently listened to the man's words, then nodded, looking at the man who was glaring at him: "Nietzsche is a snake, I know that."

Han Sen picked up a gun from the coffee table.

The moment Han Sen picked up the gun, the man raised his eyes, following the movements of Han Sen's hands nervously and fearfully.

Against the light, the man could clearly see the ring on Han Sen's ring finger, which represented a married marriage, a promise of eternal life, and unswerving love until death.

Han Sen loaded the gun silently, then put the gun against the man's head, with no expression on his face: "I, Han Sen, know better than anyone else about Nietzsche Lutheran's bad behavior, so you don't need to say more about it." .”

"But what I need to know is the objective facts, the truth, not your subjective evaluation of Nietzsche Lutheran."

"And I can't accept anyone slandering my wife like that."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullet quickly passed through the man's head, then spun at high speed inside the brain and exploded. Before the man could scream, his breathing and heartbeat stopped abruptly.

Some blood stains were sprayed on the back of Han Sen's hand.

Han Sen put down his gun and let go of the man who was pressing down on the man. The man's lifeless body slowly slid down to the floor, leaving a big crater on the coffee table.

"Mr. Han."

A young man who was standing with Han Sen reaching out handed a piece of white silk to Han Sen's side, and thoughtfully signaled Han Sen to wipe his palm clean.

Han Sen took the white silk cloth from the man standing beside him, wiped the blood stains on the back of his hand, and put it in the trash can. His eyes stayed on the man's dilated corpse on the ground, his expression was cold, and he couldn't help it. Know what to think.

Nietzsche pursed his bright red lips, then smiled silently, seemingly in a very happy mood.

Nietzsche stood by the door with arms folded, paused for a while, and slowly admired his husband's handsome face, then pushed open the door and walked in, looking at Han Sen suspiciously: "Han Sen, what happened."

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche without expression, then got up and signaled his subordinates to dispose of the man's body.

"It's nothing, Han Xiu went to find you, did you see it?"

Han Sen put the gun in the drawer on his left, lowered his head and carefully locked it, Nietzsche nodded,

"Han Xiu carried the housekeeper to the garden,"

At this moment, the expression on Han Sen's face seemed as if nothing had happened just now.

Nietzsche walked to Han Sen's side and lowered his head to kiss Han Sen's cheek.

Han Sen reached out to cover Nietzsche's lips, and subconsciously frowned:

"Lutheran, pay attention to the influence."

Han Sen likes to make intimate movements in public, unless no one is paying attention.

Nietzsche smiled softly. He knew that Han Sen had always been like this, but he still put his arm around Han Sen's neck and sat down on Han Sen's lap, "We are husband and wife, not some other messy relationship ,What are you afraid of."

Han Sen had too many concerns, Nietzsche carefully looked at Han Sen's profile.

Han Sen sat there silently, and waited until the men who were cleaning up dragged the corpse out before opening his mouth to speak: "I'm not worried about anything, but what should be paid attention to is that Han Xiu is still young, and such behavior will not affect him much. Well, boys are more promising if they are dignified and prudent."

Nietzsche lowered his head, looked straight into Han Sen's introverted eyes, and held Han Sen's face with both hands: "My dear boy, I used to teach you for nothing. You used to be quite interesting when you were young, but now you look like a piece of wood." Same. Besides, Xiu is not here now."

Han Sen let Nietzsche sit on his lap, put his hands around Nietzsche's waist, and began to tidy up the folders and some important materials on the table, "You also know that I was young at that time, and it was not a normal thing to do those things. Forced by you."

Nietzsche seemed to find it very amused. He lowered his head and kissed Han Sen's lips.

"Honey, are you still angry?"

"After so many years, are you still angry?"

Han Sen didn't answer, but said lightly:

"Things that should have happened have happened, and things that shouldn't have happened have happened. What's the point of being angry?"

Han Sen looked up at Nietzsche:

"Men shouldn't be obsessed with unnecessary problems, just grasp the present moment and grasp what you want, and everything else can be dismissed."

Han Sen smiled softly:

"Uncle, you taught me this, remember?"

Nietzsche looked directly into Han Sen's eyes, unable to see what Han Sen was thinking, so he nodded, "Of course I remember."

Nietzsche suddenly reached out and held Hansen's bottom:

"I think I can teach you a lot. I want to teach you personally. Why don't we practice it now."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche lowered his head, kissed Han Sen's lips fiercely, pried open his teeth, stuck his tongue in, and pulled Han Sen's skirt with his fingers, fingertips back and forth on Han Sen's neck and chest Mosuo.

"Sen, you talk like this, it makes me feel very sexy..."

In any case, in Nietzsche's eyes, Han Sen will always be a child, a junior with a big age difference.

Nietzsche will never forget the first time he met Han Sen. The immature boy with a calm demeanor, no matter from which angle he analyzed it, made people feel dull and no fun.

In fact, Han Sen with such a silent and dull personality is really not very attractive, but Nietzsche finds it very interesting, otherwise, why would he find Han Sen inexplicably.

Han Sen let Nietzsche kiss him. Nietzsche took his slender fingers out of Han Sen's skirt, inserted them into Han Sen's black hair, combed Han Sen's hair, and then let go of Han Sen. Green eyes looked directly at Han Sen's face.

Han Sen lowered his eyelids and let Nietzsche look at him. Hearing Nietzsche describe himself in this way, Han Sen smiled slightly: "Uncle, how can my personality be sexy."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen stood up holding Nietzsche, went around the desk and walked to the middle of the study, then stopped again, put Nietzsche down and stood still, "Okay, Lutheran, come to have lunch with me, and then I'll take you to the city in the afternoon."

Han Sen raised his hand and patted Nietzsche on the shoulder, signaling Nietzsche to go out with him.

Nietzsche saw that Han Sen was indifferent to his suggestion, standing there with a dark face, his expression was cold and scary.

Han Sen turned around and was about to go out. Nietzsche quickly walked behind Han Sen, reached out and hugged Han Sen's waist, opened his mouth and bit Han Sen's ear, then licked it with his tongue, and said in a deep voice: "Good boy, Come play with uncle."

Han Sen frowned in annoyance,

"Lutheran, do you know what the result of excessive indulgence is?"

Nietzsche smiled softly, and kept touching Han Sen's chest with his fingers.

"Anyway, I will always die earlier than you, does it make any difference how I die?"

"To shut up."

Han Sen scolded Nietzsche coldly, and then forcefully broke Nietzsche's arm holding Han Sen, "If you can't speak, just shut up honestly."

Han Sen gave Nietzsche a cold look, his expression was very displeased.

When Han Sen said this, Nietzsche was stunned and speechless.

"Mother……!"

When Han Sen and Nietzsche were relatively speechless, Han Xiu suddenly opened the door and walked in. His expression was very bewildered, and his tangled face was covered with tears. He choked up sobbing suddenly, and his eyes kept searching the room, as if he was looking for Nietzsche's figure in desperation.

Hearing Han Xiu's cry, Han Sen and Nietzsche quickly looked towards the door.

The housekeeper who followed Han Xiu stood awkwardly by the door, and said nervously to Han Sen, "Mr. Han, the young master fell down in the garden just now..."

Han Sen nodded to the butler, and looked at Han Xiu who was full of tears expressionlessly.

Han Xiu was crying, but when he saw the displeased expression on his father Han Sen's face, he suddenly stopped crying, then took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, opened his hands, and wiped it with a white handkerchief. Covering his face with a handkerchief in his little hand, he stood by the door and sobbed silently.

Trying to control my crying, my small body kept shaking.

Nietzsche gave Han Sen a blank look, walked quickly to Han Xiu, held Han Xiu in his arms, and gently patted Han Xiu's back with his palm, "Good boy, don't cry."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche raised his head and pulled off the handkerchief that Han Xiu was covering his face. Han Xiu still covered his face with his small hands, and said while sobbing: "Mom, Mom... I didn't cry... Did Xiu cry... ..."

From Han Xiu's open fingers, Nietzsche saw Han Xiu's sad expression, as if he had encountered something tragic for a child, but Han Xiu dared not cry in front of his serious father Han Sen .

"Look at your son with a straight face all day long, Han Sen, give me a smile!"

Seeing Han Xiu not daring to cry, Nietzsche could imagine that during the two years when he was absent, Han Xiu must have been under strict supervision by Han Sen. Suddenly, Nietzsche felt annoyed.

According to Nietzsche's cognition of Western education concepts, such a baby who has been strictly disciplined since childhood will not be creative in the future.

After reprimanding Han Sen, Nietzsche turned to Han Xiu and said softly:

"Xiu, if it hurts, cry."

After speaking, Nietzsche's palm kept soothing on Han Xiu's back.

Han Xiu shook his head, raised his head, and tightly covered his eyes with his fingers, as if he wanted to hold back the tears. He shook his head and choked up, saying, "Don't cry, don't cry... Dad said, a man shouldn't cry... "

Saying so, Han Xiu's small body began to shake slightly because of the silent crying.

Han Sen watched Nietzsche's constant coaxing Han Xiu, stretched out his hand to hold Han Xiu in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Son, let's go to lunch."

Han Xiu touched his tears vigorously, and quickly let go of the little hand covering his face, nodded to Han Sen, and said with a forbearing expression: "Oh! Dad, let's go to lunch!"

After finishing speaking, he opened his small hands and hugged Han Sen's neck tightly, and put his chin on Han Sen's shoulder. Because of crying just now, his face was still red.

"Father, is Xiu a man?"

Han Xiu stayed in Han Sen's arms, looked straight at Han Sen, blinked, and waited for Han Sen's evaluation.

Han Sen nodded:

"Yes, Han Xiu is a man."

Nietzsche walked behind Han Sen, watching Han Xiu smile happily at Han Sen, and suddenly understood one thing.

In fact, although Han Xiu has a face that is very similar to his own, his personality is more like Han Sen - traditional, conservative, strong, stubborn, and very unwilling to show his weaknesses.

From the moment Han Xiu entered the study to the present, Nietzsche discovered that Han Xiu was not afraid of Han Sen so he didn't dare to cry, but took his father Han Sen as his example—so he just didn't want to show himself in front of Han Sen fragile.

Even if he was really in pain at this moment, even if he fell a lot, he would not cry out that it hurts.

Because when Han Xiu was crying just now, he called "Mom" instead of "Dad." But the moment he saw Han Sen, Han Xiu immediately controlled his emotions.

Nietzsche also discovered that when he first returned to Italy, Han Xiu actually hoped to be by his side all day long, but he didn't say anything.

At that time, including now, Han Xiu has never really said to Nietzsche such words as "Mom, I miss you so much" or "Mom, I hope to be by your side all the time."

Instead, when Han Sen allowed it, Han Xiu would try his best to be by Nietzsche's side, even guarding Nietzsche every step of the way, but as long as Han Sen asked him to do his own things - such as lunch break, eating or necessary Han Xiu must have obediently walked away immediately after learning children's art courses. He would not even be noisy like ordinary children, and would never cry not to leave his mother.

Although Han Xiu is still young, his personality is already very similar to Han Sen.

Nietzsche looked at Han Xiu's proud expression towards Han Sen at this moment, and recalled Han Sen who was by his side many years ago.

At that time, as an elder and superior, I didn't have much love for Han Sen.

Han Sen was not very old at that time, no matter what happened, he would blindly bear it, but there was no one around him to confide in. As time passed, Han Sen's character gradually became what he is now.

After all, Han Sen's current appearance of rejecting people for thousands of miles is all caused by himself.

Nietzsche is fully responsible for Han Sen's current life.

Nietzsche walked to Han Sen's side, reached out and touched Han Sen's head,

"Sen, if you are my son, I will take good care of you."

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche without expression, and did not answer Nietzsche's question. After a long time, he said this when he walked to the first floor: "Lutheran, if it is the most meaningless word in the world. If You can choose, but I wish I had never met you."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen smiled cruelly at Nietzsche.

Seeing Han Sen with a ruthless smile, Nietzsche reached out and squeezed Han Sen's chin, "No, if this is a movie, the only thing that cannot be changed in the script is that I, Nietzsche, met you when you were here. and not anyone else."

"Han Sen, you only want me."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche kissed Han Sen's lips fiercely. Han Sen held Han Xiu in his arms and couldn't avoid it. He could only open his eyes and let Nietzsche kiss his lips.

"Mom and Dad kiss..."

Han Xiu covered his eyes in embarrassment, then giggled when Nietzsche kissed Han Sen.

————————————————————————————

When Jack received a call the night before, knowing that the two big bosses Han Sen and Nietzsche were going to visit the city center, he couldn't believe it was true.

So, Jack and the three of them cleaned up for a whole night, put away all the things that shouldn't be in the room and stuffed them in the closet, and cleaned the room and the roof that hadn't been cleaned for many years. , and even watered the marijuana plants here, making the whole room look full of vitality.

In fact, since Feng Bai left this apartment for them to use, he has no plans to take it back. The main reason is that he has a new residential area in his own hands, and it is much more luxurious than this apartment. Basically, he was gradually forgotten.

And if three single men live here, and they are relatively casual, single men without any obsession with cleanliness, the hygienic situation must be relatively unsightly.

"When will Mr. Han come over?"

A young man sitting on the sofa watching TV asked Jack. He was biting an apple in his hand, and looked towards Jack from time to time, looking very disturbed.

Standing on the balcony, Jack looked straight at the bustling streets of Rome in the distance, shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it's about two o'clock, now