Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Good afternoon! Mr. Han! Mr. Nietzsche!"

When Han Sen and Nietzsche entered, Jack stood on both sides of the door.

The moment Han Sen and Nietzsche stepped into the room side by side, the four young men bowed respectfully to Nietzsche and Han Sen.

"good afternoon."

Han Sen nodded to them, glanced around the room, then turned to Nietzsche and said, "Lutheran, come upstairs with me."

Nietzsche gave a low acknowledgment, and followed Han Sen up the stairs.

Seeing that Han Sen didn't greet them, Jack obediently stayed in the hall, and some bodyguards also followed them, staying in the hall: "Who owned this house before?"

On the stairs leading to the rooftop, Nietzsche asked Han Sen as he walked.

"This is Feng Bai's house, but I don't plan to take it back now."

Nietzsche nodded and followed Han Sen upstairs.

As soon as Nietzsche went upstairs, he saw a large area of ​​green marijuana plants planted on the roof.

Nietzsche stood there quietly, looking straight at the marijuana.

Because of the relatively high temperature now, the poppies on the roof are all blooming, the red is very beautiful, maybe because Jack and the others just watered it before, now the green leaves are crystal clear, and the whole landscape looks very humid , Smart, not dull feeling at all.

Nietzsche walked up to the flower, pinched the young flower stem with his fingertips, slowly picked off a poppy flower, put it under his nose, and inhaled it. A strange and familiar fragrance came from the flower. Nietzsche pulled his lips and smiled silently. : "What a wonderful thing."

Then Nietzsche looked at Han Sen,

"Sen, do you think so?"

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche,

"Anything that is addictive is not a good thing."

Nietzsche turned around and put his arms around Han Sen's neck, looking straight at Han Sen,

"Then tell me, am I a good thing?"

"Because I know I make you addicted, you must be very obsessed with me, right?"

Han Sen looked directly into Nietzsche's eyes without speaking.

Nietzsche moved his lips closer, kissed Han Sen's lips, then reached out and stroked Han Sen's hair, "Okay, let's go over there and have a look."

Nietzsche dragged Han Sen around the big apartment, looked at the professional equipment and marijuana products with admiration, and looked at Han Sen with admiration: "When did these things start? "

Han Sen thought for a while:

"Six months before I was released from prison."

Nietzsche nodded.

"I didn't expect you to be so dull at ordinary times, but these tasks are done so meticulously in private."

In fact, Han Sen has always had the ability to build something from scratch, and he can build a complete system meticulously, slowly and firmly.Nietzsche has always known this characteristic of Han Sen. When Han Sen was working under Nietzsche, Nietzsche could clearly feel it.

Therefore, Nietzsche is not surprised at all when he sees these things that he has never seen before. Nietzsche may be surprised when others make them, but if the creator of all this is Han Sen, then there is nothing worthy of admiration for a long time.

Nietzsche stood by the window, looking straight at the bustling street outside the window, and said expressionlessly: "If my father is still alive, if he knows that my Lutheran family was destroyed by my young husband, he How would you feel?"

Han Sen didn't express his opinion, because Nietzsche obviously didn't want him to answer.

Nietzsche looked out the window in a daze, as if recalling something from the past. Suddenly, Nietzsche smiled and turned to look at Han Sen.

"What do you say, husband."

Han Sen was taken aback for a moment, his introverted eyes couldn't see any emotion, he just shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Nietzsche walked up to Han Sen, hugged Han Sen's head, looked straight at his name tattooed on Han Sen's forehead, then tiptoed to kiss the name, and said coldly: "Han Sen Sen, if my father were here, we would definitely not be what we are today."

Han Sen blinked, then nodded in agreement.

After walking around Jack's apartment, Nietzsche personally led someone to arrange the apartment, and explained some things to Jack, so that they don't need to worry about their own safety at all.

"I have arranged for people to secretly protect your safety, and the bodyguards I brought here will also be arranged by your side in the future. So you don't need to worry, I guarantee on the reputation of the Han Sen family that such things will never happen in the future If it happens again, what you have to do now is to live in peace of mind."

Han Sen sat on the sofa behind the coffee table and watched Nietzsche introduce the people he brought to Jack and they got to know each other.

Hearing Nietzsche say "I guarantee it with the honor of Han Sen's family", Han Sen's heart trembled violently even though his face was expressionless.

Nietzsche.Lutheran was extremely proud, but at this moment, he said in front of many people, "I guarantee it on the honor of the Hansen family."

These words are not only for the people present, but also for Han Sen himself.

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche's side face and listened carefully to Nietzsche's recent assignments.

I can't help thinking that when he was in prison, Nietzsche would often arrange everyone's duties like this, with a meticulous appearance.

"Okay, Mr. Nietzsche, thank you for coming to our side today."

Jack watched Nietzsche so earnestly solve the problems encountered for their safety, and suddenly felt moved.

Nietzsche waved his hand:

"Thanks to your Mr. Han, he has always been thinking about things here."

When Nietzsche said this, Han Sen stood up on his knees,

"Okay, since the matter is settled, let's go back first and let them have a good rest."

Nietzsche nodded:

"Okay, Han Sen, I will listen to you."

Hearing what Nietzsche said, Han Sen pursed his lips, walked up to Nietzsche, suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Nietzsche's palm, and said in a deep voice, "Nietzsche, I will take you for a walk."

Since Nietzsche returned to Italy, he has been living in Han Sen's villa and has never gone out. This time Han Sen really planned to take Nietzsche out for a walk, but the location was still in the city of Rome.

Nietzsche nodded, although he didn't have any specific expression, but he looked very happy.

In fact, Nietzsche knows how many streets, how many business districts, how many people, how many influences there are in Rome with his eyes closed, but at this moment Han Sen will take the initiative to hold his hand and take his own to go out for a "walk" , Nietzsche suddenly found it interesting.

Nietzsche couldn't even figure out why Han Sen became active.

He only knew that he couldn't understand this child more and more.

But Nietzsche felt it was a strange experience to be able to hold his own hand for the first time in front of so many people.

"Okay."

Nietzsche pulled his lips and smiled, with an indescribably gorgeous face. He held Han Sen's palm backwards, and stroked his fingertips in Han Sen's palm, with a charming look that only Han Sen knew.

Feeling the fingertips sliding across his palm, Han Sen's Adam's apple moved up and down, swallowed, and then suddenly let go of Nietzsche's palm, turned around and walked towards the door without saying a word.

"Mr. Han?"

When they walked to the door, the bodyguard standing by the door looked at Han Sen suspiciously.

Han Sen waved his hand and said expressionlessly:

"Go back first, don't follow."

"Ok."

The bodyguards nodded obediently.

Jack and the others watched Nietzsche follow Hansen out the door.

"Hey. Jack, do you think Mr. Han is more attractive, or Mr. Nietzsche? I think Mr. Nietzsche is the most handsome man I have ever seen..."

The young man who ate an apple just now took another apple and stood beside Jack at some point, chewing the apple in his hand, watching Nietzsche leave from afar.

For them, although Han Sen is a leader in a high position, perhaps because of his personality and position, he is somewhat too dull and boring.

Jack looked straight at Nietzsche's slender back, and the bright crimson hair bathed in the sun, and said thoughtfully, "It depends on your personal preference which type you like."

"Han Sen, where are you going?"

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen who was walking ahead without saying a word, and followed Han Sen towards the car.

Han Sen went straight to the front of the car, stretched out his hand to open the door, and said in a deep voice:

"boarding."

Nietzsche just got into the car, and before he had time to put on his seat belt, Han Sen drove the car out suddenly, and then turned on the horsepower. After 15 minutes, the car stopped in a leafy forest in the outskirts.

Nietzsche looked at the empty scenery around him and the brilliant spots of sunlight falling on the ground through the leaves, and turned to look at Han Sen, "What are you doing?"

Han Sen turned his face away, looked at Nietzsche blankly, and looked at Nietzsche's face for a full minute before uttering two obscene words: "Fuck you."

Ever since he established a relationship with Nietzsche, Han Sen is generally gentle and behaves very gracefully, and rarely utters such obscene words.

Now that Han Sen said this with such a formulaic expression, Nietzsche almost stared blankly at Han Sen's handsome face, unable to take his eyes off at all.

Han Sen has never been a crazy person.

The person who can make him crazy must not be an ordinary person.

"Han Sen?"

Nietzsche blinked, he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that a man like Han Sen would say such a thing.

"do not move."

Han Sen stopped the car completely, parked in the depths of the woods, closed the window, turned around and reached out without hesitation to unzip the zipper of Nietzsche's short black jacket. The dark blue shirt under Nietzsche's jacket stripped off the clothes on Nietzsche's left shoulder, put his nose close to Nietzsche's neck, and smelled it.

"Is it fragrant?"

Nietzsche's fingers slowly stroked Han Sen's hair and asked Han Sen.

Han Sen nodded silently, stretched his fingers downward, then untied Nietzsche's belt, stripped off his pants, and kissed Nietzsche's neck with his warm lips.

Nietzsche raised his head and let out a low gasp. He felt that Han Sen was kissing the delicate and sensitive skin of his neck, which is the place closest to his Adam's apple. It is the Achilles' heel of a man and the place where he feels the most when he is kissed.

Han Sen's palm was slowly stroking down Nietzsche's outer thigh, one hand was pinching Nietzsche's slender calf, and the other hand was around Nietzsche's waist, and with great force, he easily brought him onto his body , sitting in front of myself.

Nietzsche lay softly on Han Sen's shoulders, with his arms around Han Sen's neck, his red lips pressed against Han Sen's cheeks, and the hot air from his breath passed over Han Sen's cheeks, giving Han Sen a strange feeling. a feeling of.

Brilliant light fell through the luxuriant trees, passed through the layers of leaves, and printed circular spots of light on the ground and the car body.

There are also some scattered light that shines on Nietzsche's fair back through the glass window, creating a perfect visual effect.

Han Sen's palms ran along the shoulder blades, stroking Nietzsche's back and forth.

"Well……"

Han Sen's fingers went down the spine, landed at the bottom, and then silently and forcefully stretched in.

Nietzsche raised his head and saw Han Sen opening up his body with a serious expression, without any obscenity.

Nietzsche lowered his head, kissed Han Sen's lips fiercely, inserted his fingers between Han Sen's hair, and then felt that Han Sen was moving his body closer to him, and finally pressed against Han Sen's body, being crushed. Han Sen pressed hard and sat down.

"husband……!"

The moment Nietzsche felt Han Sen, his arms wrapped tightly around Han Sen's neck, his legs curled up, and his toes couldn't help curling up, as if he would never leave Han Sen's broad embrace.

Han Sen had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his brows were slightly frowned, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together. When Nietzsche called out the word "husband", Han Sen paused for a while, Only then did he spit out two words coldly: "Shut up."

Nietzsche snorted softly, bit his lips, and Han Sen pressed Nietzsche's body and began to bump up hard.

Because Han Sen asked Nietzsche to shut up, Nietzsche kept biting his mouth and didn't make a sound. Under Han Sen's strong attack, the car shook up and down slightly because of Han Sen's movements.

"Um……!"

At the last moment, Han Sen suddenly opened his mouth and bit Nietzsche's shoulder forcefully until the smell of blood came out of his mouth without mercy.

Nietzsche let Han Sen bite his shoulder, did not avoid at all, just snorted softly.

"I hate you."

Han Sen reached out and hugged Nietzsche's waist tightly, controlled Nietzsche in his broad chest, buried his head on Nietzsche's shoulder, and said these words in a deep voice.

Nietzsche nodded, and smiled silently with his lips drawn:

"Of course I know."

After such an exciting activity, Nietzsche, who was finally satisfied, stretched out his hand to straighten Han Sen's messy hair, touched Han Sen's forehead with his fingertips, and carefully felt the tattoo on Han Sen's forehead with his own hands. name taboo.

"Han Sen, I thought about it, even if I die, I must die in your arms."

Han Sen closed his eyes, and smelled the smell of Nietzsche that he had been familiar with for many years.

[You can understand my anger.My body is for you to touch.Only you can make me impulsive. 】

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"What color clothes do you like?"

Akino sat on the large leather sofa, and Lili, who was wearing pale pink pajamas, sat on Akino's lap.

Akino wrapped his arms around Lili's waist, holding a fashion magazine in his hand, and accompanied Lili to read the magazine. The TV opposite the sofa was broadcasting news about the new policies issued by the Italian government for the ruling party. .

Akino raised his head and glanced at the TV news, then lowered his gaze to the magazine at hand.

Lili shook her legs, looked at the color pages of the magazine in Akino's hand, shook her head and said, "There is no specific color I like, the key is to look at the style. As long as the style suits me, I think I can buy it. Ning Clothes shopping for women has always been a feeling, not a fixed thing.”

Hearing what Lili said, Akino smiled, and reached out to touch Lili's thighs. Lili's thighs are actually very sensual, not at all like those dry girls who diet too much, like It's two logs, and it looks sexy, especially in stockings.

"Honey, the key is that you look good in whatever you wear. I think it's better to choose a color you particularly like."

Akino's lips kissed Lili's arm, and the stubble on Lili's short chin stuck on Lili's arm, making Lili very uncomfortable. Akino's beard stubble was very hard, and Lili felt that her arm was a little tight. Pain, "I can say these words!"

Lili gave Akino a white look, then took the magazine in Akino's hand with one hand, flipped through it casually, and pointed to a woman on the color page on the third page, "I want this dress."

Akino shrugged.

"Of course, I will take you to buy this dress on Saturday..."

Before Akino finished speaking, a servant came in and saw Akino and Lili sitting on the sofa hugging each other. He quickly lowered his head and politely looked away: "Mr. Akino, someone is looking for you outside the door."

Akino still didn't put down the magazine in his hand, but hummed in a low voice, and asked casually, "Who is it?"

Akino raised his wrist to check the time, it was almost time to sleep, who came here at this time, he was planning to have a fling with Lili.

The servant shook his head,

"I don't know, it's a man, about 40 years old, a Southeast Asian man, he said he wanted to talk to you about some important things."

Akino was still flipping through the magazine in his hand, leaning his head towards Lili's body, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know anyone from Southeast Asia. He can tell me something important. I, Akino, are nothing. Celebrities, why are all these messy people looking for me?"

Akino rattled through the magazines in his hand, and the TV began to broadcast about the robbery of a gold jewelry store in Rome. The armed robbers were standing with black hoods on their heads, fully armed, and the city of Rome. The police in the district are fighting in the streets, which is really audacious.

"Brother, I think you should see what this man is looking for you to do."

Lili reached out and firmly pulled the magazine off Akino's hand, motioning for Akino to meet this person.

Akino's type is actually very careless. Lili doesn't like him very much. When others talk, they are still doing their own things, and they don't seem serious at all.

Akino raised his head and looked at Lili's expression. He could see that Lili seemed very unhappy now. Akino grinned and said to Lili: "It's okay if I meet this person, but you have to promise me One condition."

Lili frowned in annoyance, looked at Akino with a look of contempt, hugged her arms together, and looked a little cold: "You want me to agree to your terms? Don't you think it's strange?"

Akino shrugged, and made an expression of indifference again:

"Well, you can do whatever you want, anyway, I don't plan to meet this person myself, let him stand there and wait for me."

Lili looked at Akino's rough and handsome face, her expression became milder, she stretched out her arms to hug Akino's neck, her expression was very charming, she pressed her lips to Akino's ear, and said softly: "What you just said is fine, I promise Will get you 'to heaven'."

Akino looked up Lili's thighs, Shu'er pulled his lips and smiled, then scanned from top to bottom, and finally his eyes were right in the middle of Lili's thighs, "Baby, you know, heaven The door is within you."

Lili showed a charming smile, and pinched Akino's chin with her slender fingertips, making Akino look up at her, then lowered her head, her plump lips kissed Akino's sharp-edged lips lightly, her eyes straight Looking into Akino's eyes, he said softly, "Brother, I will open this door for you with my own hands."

Akino swallowed, his eyes fixed on Lili's face.

At this moment, Akino recalled in a trance that at the make-up wedding ceremony between his father and that woman that year, Lili, who was wearing a white dress, looked into her eyes and pointed to the wedding hall in the same way. A pair of beautiful eyes were watery. At that time, Lili brushed her hair, with a more or less shy expression, she smiled sweetly at herself and said, "Brother, I will open this door for you with my own hands.".