Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

But Feng Bai was wrong. For the next period of time, Hong Jian didn't show up. For about three months, from winter to spring and summer, Hong Jian didn't show up again, and there was no news at all. , Did not send a text message, did not make a phone call.

Feng Bai really lived alone for three months. He did everything by himself. When he ate, he ate at a roadside stall or restaurant outside. He didn't even have his hair done. It was a mess. The image is much worse than before.

Because the hair has not been trimmed, it has grown below the shoulders. It looks like a young woman, but compared with before, it still feels bad and not refined enough.

One morning when September was approaching October, Feng Bai got up from the messy bed that looked like a kennel.

When he lived alone in downtown Rome, he still liked to tidy up his room. Everything was well-arranged and tidy. Later, when he lived with Hong Jian, he was spoiled by Hong Jian and didn't bother to do anything. People, the whole depravity, hygiene habits can never go back to the past.

Feng Bai rubbed his messy hair and got up from the bed. There were wine bottles and cigarette butts beside the bed. The room was filled with the smell of cigarettes. Feng Bai stretched and got up. In the room, Feng Bai, who only wore a pair of pink and white underpants, sat in front of the dressing table opposite the bed, picked up the wooden comb on the dressing table, combed his hair, and combed his shoulder-length hair more smoothly. Then put down the wooden comb, picked up the earrings and put them on the ears.

Feng Bai looked at himself in the mirror, stretched out his hand and tugged at the end of his hair, wondering if he should get a haircut, because he has been too lazy to cut it, and now his hair is too long, which complements his appearance Zhang's face really looks less and less like a woman, Feng Bai feels that he can't stand himself like this.

Feng Bai knew his mother, but he couldn't accept that he looked like a mother.

It's not his fault for being a bitch, it's innate, but it's better to look like a man as much as possible.

This is also the reason why Feng Bai has never had long hair since he was a child, not even his ears. A few days ago, when Feng Bai was walking across the street with a cigarette in his mouth, there was a little boy pointing at the turning. Seeing him yelling about his sister, Feng Bai was depressed to death.

"Beep beep..."

Suddenly the phone on the dressing table started to vibrate, Feng Bai picked it up and put it to his ear, there was a voice that made Feng Bai feel scared, then Feng Bai's eyes widened, and the wooden comb in his hand suddenly fell off down.

"Feng Bai, come back from Brazil immediately, Han Sen was assassinated in the afternoon, he will die soon."

Nietzsche Lutheran said these words ruthlessly, his voice did not fluctuate, and he didn't seem to care about Han Sen's life or death at all.

Feng Bai stood up abruptly, put on his clothes and ran out the door.

Feng Bai couldn't believe that this happened to Han Sen. In Feng Bai's heart, Han Sen is a tough guy who can't fall down. Even if Han Sen is injured, he can definitely survive without any real danger to his life.

Han Sen was seriously injured at Lutheran's hand before, but Han Sen still survived?

However, at this moment, Lutheran said to him: "Han Sen, it will die soon."

Feng Bai felt terrified, an indescribable fear, as if a person who had always depended on each other for life would suddenly disappear into this world, and he would be alone again from now on.

Feng Bai rushed to Rome overnight, and when he got off the plane, Shen Zui drove him to pick him up.

"Drunk."

When Feng Bai saw Shen Zui at the airport, Shen Zui was only wearing a white shirt, looking very decadent, with one hand in his pocket, leaning against the side of the car to smoke, his black hair falling down, he couldn't see Clear expression.

As October approaches, the weather in Lost Rome is already very cold, but Shenzui doesn't seem to feel cold at all.

Feng Bai waved at Shen Zui.

Only then did Shen Zui come back to his senses, looked straight at Feng Bai, then turned around and opened the car door, motioning Feng Bai to sit on it.

Feng Bai walked to the side of the car, and said to Shen Zui:

"give me a cigarette."

Shen Zui nodded, and handed him a cigarette, Feng Bai tremblingly put the cigarette in his mouth, Shen Zui lit the fire for Feng Bai, everything was normal, suddenly, Shen Zui stretched out his arms to hug Feng Bai, As before, hugging her tightly, said in a deep voice, "Ah Bai, I'm afraid."

Feng Bai took down the cigarette he was biting into his mouth, and patted his backhand intoxicated,

"Azui, isn't it cold to dress so lightly?"

Drunken shook his head.

"not cold."

Then the two of them didn't speak, and went straight to the car.

On the walk, Shen Zui told Feng Bai that Han Sen was injured because of Nietzsche's blocking the gun, otherwise Han Sen would not have done this.

Feng Bai nodded, stretched out his hand and tugged at the collar of his clothes, obviously already wearing a lot of clothes, why do you still feel cold?

It was already late at night when Shen Zui drove Feng Bai all the way to Han Sen's villa.

The butler opened the door and said directly to the two:

"Mr. Shen, Young Master Bai, Mr. Nietzsche told you to go directly to the bedroom."

The two nodded, followed behind the butler, and went directly to Han Sen's bedroom.

"Mr. Nietzsche, Mr. Shen and Young Master Bai have come."

The butler stood in front of Han Sen's bedroom and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Feng Bai's familiar Nietzsche's voice came from inside.

The housekeeper pushed open the door, Shen Zui and Feng Bai walked in one after another.

Feng Bai saw Nietzsche in a black low-necked sweater sitting on the bed, holding a landline phone as if answering the call. Han Sen closed his eyes, sleeping beside Nietzsche, with a blood transfusion set beside the bed.

It is said that Han Sen's previous operation had just ended, and the room was filled with a bloody smell, Feng Bai and Shen Zui could clearly feel it.

Nietzsche, who was on the phone with a blank expression, glanced at Feng Bai and Shen Zui, then stretched out his finger and pointed to the sofa beside the bed, signaling Feng Bai and Shen Zui to sit down.

The two sat down, Feng Bai's eyes remained on Han Sen's face, from the beginning to the end, they never shifted.

Seeing Han Sen lying lifelessly on the bed, Feng Bai felt completely frightened. Really, Feng Bai thought of who would encounter such a thing, but never thought of Han Sen.

In Feng Bai's heart, Han Sen is the most powerful person in the world. Of course, this is without mentioning Lutheran who was in the sky before.

After Nietzsche finished the call, he put down the landline phone in his hand, and glanced at Feng Bai: "Feng Bai, have you been in Brazil before?"

Feng Bai nodded.

Nietzsche said blankly: "Why, you live alone, Han Sen gave you so much money, don't you know how to find someone to take care of you?"

Feng Cai still didn't understand what Nietzsche meant by saying this, so Nietzsche said in a mean and disgusted tone: "Look at your current appearance, you don't know how to cut your hair, it's so messy and ugly."

Feng Bai was completely stunned, no one had ever criticized his appearance, and now Nietzsche actually said that he was ugly on the outside.

However, Feng Bai knew that although Nietzsche was mean and didn't like him, he would not talk about him for no reason. He must look very bad now.And compared to his appearance that he had at least tidied up a bit, Feng Bai remembered that his bedroom was the real existence that he couldn't look directly at.

Hong Jian used to take care of it. Once I get used to another person, the feeling and the consequences are terrible. All my good living habits and hygiene conditions are gone, because Hong Jian took care of everything in the house... …

Feng Bai silently raised his fingers to straighten his hair, and said in a deep voice: "I will take care of it, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche nodded, waved his hand and said:

"You can handle your own affairs. Anyway, when you go back to China, Hong Jian who has been by your side will remind you. Pay attention to yourself and don't let people talk about you."

Hearing Hong Jian's name, Feng Bai nodded, his hands twisted together with some impatience, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

Afterwards, Nietzsche made a few more phone calls and got out of bed, took Feng Bai and Shen Zui to the study room, Nietzsche and Shen Zui had a brief exchange with Feng Bai in the study room, and found that both of them were a little absent-minded, so they stopped He criticized them lukewarmly.

Later, Nietzsche took people to strangle Qiu Ye, and Feng Bai was arranged to stay in the villa with Shen Zui to take care of Han Sen.

"Ah Bai, come out."

After Shen Zui and Feng Bai sat silently for a while, Shen Zui got up first and motioned for Feng Bai to come out with him.

Feng Bai nodded, followed behind Shen Zui, walked lightly to the door, then turned around and closed the door.

Walking all the way to the corridor with Shen Zui, Shen Zui took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to Feng Bai, the two lit cigarettes for each other, then leaned over and put their arms on the railing of the corridor to smoke.

"Abai, do you know that when this villa was just bought and renovated, Han Sen and I were standing in this place and chatting about the future together."

Shen Zui smiled suddenly, with an indescribable feeling on his expression.

"I didn't expect Han Sen to encounter this kind of thing. Among us, he had the hardest life and the most pressure, but he was also the one who was injured the most."

Feng Bai nodded silently, expressing his approval.

Shen Zui suddenly turned his head, looked straight at Feng Bai, and asked: "Ah Bai, to be honest, if your brother Han just lies down like this, what are you going to do?"

Shen Zui finally asked the most important question.

It was Han Sen who took them all the time before, but now Han Sen is unconscious, and Nietzsche is the mistress of the Han family that Han Sen admits, and he took them out to meet people in public.

Han Sen is a very low-key man, and he doesn't like to show off. Everyone who knows Han Sen, from the time he knew Han Sen to now, knows that during the time when Nietzsche disappeared, he had never seen Han Sen go out in public. When I was there, I had women with me, including men.

After Nietzsche came back, the seat next to Han Sen must be his. Han Sen's right hand has never been held by anyone else.

This is Han Sen silently declaring that Nietzsche is by his side, in the position of the Han family. Everyone knows that Nietzsche Lutheran is the mistress of the Han family.

Well, now that something like this happened to Han Sen, Nietzsche only needs to use a little bit of means, and the Han family is like in Nietzsche's pocket. As long as he spreads his palm, Nietzsche can grasp everything about Han Sen.

Feng Bai and Shen Zui were shocked by Han Sen's coma just now, so they didn't think about it for a while.