Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Hansen and Nietzsche.The news of Lutheran's wedding shook the whole of Rome.

It's not that the two of them are men and that's why they caused shock. Now men and men are together, almost everywhere.

Everyone is a person who has been baptized by modern civilization. What strange things have you not seen?

But the identities of the two are really shocking.

Nietzsche.Lutheran was the head of the mafia who used to cover the sky with one hand. The Lutheran family was the shadow of a generation in Rome and the source of headaches for the Roman police. Nietzsche himself was definitely notorious and notorious.

This kind of blood-stained demon should go to hell early. Even if he doesn't go to hell, he should be alone for the rest of his life and never find someone who is willing to accompany him.

But no one expected that such a man full of hostility and blood was proposed by the patriarch of the Han Sen family, and he became a marriage partner in a serious manner.

ah!The world is so unfair!

Although many media reported on their wedding, Han Sen still gave Nietzsche his carefully prepared low-key and grand wedding.

As Han Sen said before, it is his honor that Nietzsche is willing to marry. Of course, he should give Nietzsche the best.

Their wedding was held in the largest manor-style hotel near the suburbs of Rome. The manor hotel was as luxurious and solemn as the Roman imperial court.

Nietzsche is a son of a wealthy family, and Han Sen has always known Nietzsche's favorite scene - extreme luxury is good, but Han Sen doesn't like too exaggerated, luxury is fine, but it's best to keep a low profile.

On the day of the wedding, the European-style carved gate and the surrounding area of ​​the hotel were covered with security personnel, most of them were members of the Han Sen family, and some were excellent security personnel hired by Justin's public relations company.

Together with the thugs of the Han Sen family, they ensured the safety of the wedding and checked all the people who entered.

Moreover, all the insiders of the Han Sen family are fully armed, and they are careful to ensure that there will be no mistakes.

"Park all the cars of the guests in the manor!"

On the day of Han Sen's wedding, Shen Zui was mainly in charge of outside affairs. He wore a decent suit and directed some necessary arrangements at the door. He waited until Han Sen's wedding to formally enter the venue.

His wife and children have been arranged in the manor, with those family members.

Because this manor is very large, if some people with unruly plans enter, even if it is necessary to check inside the manor, it will be very difficult, so when the door is closed, it is best not to make any mistakes.

"Keep those reporters out, don't let reporters in."

Many hoped to see this luxurious wedding scene and Han Sen and Nietzsche.Lutheran's own reporters blocked the door one after another, hoping to be released.

Although Justin had previously suggested that some reporters participate in Han Sen's wedding because the public was looking forward to seeing the wedding, Han Sen still explicitly prohibited any reporters and media from entering.

Han Sen didn't like being involved in the media, especially he didn't want Nietzsche to be involved in the media again. He didn't want to see him on the TV screen again.

Han Sen felt that Nietzsche's self-awareness was not very high, and Han Sen himself was not very relieved of him, so Nietzsche.Lutheran, the greatest pride of the Lutheran family, from now on, let's live in their own world.

Moreover, the people who came to Han Sen's wedding included not only some well-known underworld elements in Italy, but also some shady government officials and business partners. These people don't want to read the morning newspaper the next day, and the political scandal on the front page of the newspaper Inside I saw my picture and name.

All the security personnel standing at the door stepped forward to push back the reporters who were squeezing in. In desperation, they had no choice but to slam down several cameras, so that the reporters didn't dare to crowd forward in a mess.

But helplessly, those dedicated guys still stood aside, seemingly unwilling to give up, waiting for the opportunity to enter the door.

On the other hand, Han Sen and Nietzsche's dressing rooms are separate. Before the wedding, according to the custom, the two parties of the wedding cannot meet each other. Meet at the end of the rug.

At the end of the red carpet, the groom stands on the far right of all the groomsmen, standing closest to the altar of the priest, waiting for his other half to appear in front of the door, and finally holds hands with himself on the secular altar.

"Mr. Han, can you see if there is anything wrong?"

Han Sen was wearing a formal black suit with a traditional white shirt inside and a black bow tie on the outside of the shirt, standing in front of the full-length mirror.The black broken hair was combed up, and Han Sen's handsome face was completely exposed.

A large group of service staff who were changing and putting on makeup for the newcomers kept asking Han Sen if there was anything he was dissatisfied with.

Han Sen turned his face, looked at himself in the mirror carefully, then shook his head, "No, it's fine."

The service manager nodded and stood beside Han Sen quietly, while a group of service staff stood quietly in the room.

Han Sen waved his hand,

"You go down first."

"Okay, Mr. Han, just call me if you need anything. The wedding will start on time in an hour."

The manager bowed to Han Sen, and then led a group of people back out.

Han Sen was the only one left in the huge room. With his hands in his pockets, he turned and walked to the huge French windows, his eyes fell on the bustling crowd in the manor outside.

The melodious music outside has already sounded, and the red and white rhododendrons in the manor are proudly blooming in the bright sunlight of September in Rome, and the flowers are happily nestling around the walls of the manor.

Almost all the big businessmen and well-known gangsters from the whole city came here. They stood outside their wedding hall in bright clothes, and obediently showed their gold-plated invitations for admission.

Han Sen stared straight at everyone blankly, bright light golden sunlight fell on Han Sen's cheeks, and Nietzsche on his forehead.Lutheran's name flashed and was clear.

The sunshine in late autumn and September is still as bright and cold as in previous years.

Many years ago, it seems that at this moment, Han Sen still remembered that he was sitting in the prison car, spreading the pale palm of the young man, letting the light dance in his palm, hoping to catch even a trace of warmth in this cold world.

Han Sen blinked and spread his palm silently. At this moment, although the sun is still cold, the whole world is jumping in his palm.

"Mr. Nietzsche, this is a wedding custom, a rule, you'd better not break it, Mr. Han will be angry..."

The housekeeper earnestly followed behind Nietzsche, looking at Nietzsche's tall back in a white suit.

Regardless of the custom, this man wanted to visit Han Sen in the locker room before the wedding.

And his subordinate, Lili, didn't seem to know how to persuade Nietzsche, and followed Nietzsche with a smile on his face to see Han Sen.

Nietzsche's elegant and firm footsteps can be heard in the long corridor.

Nietzsche seemed to be in a good mood today. Instead of threatening and reprimanding the housekeeper viciously, he looked at the housekeeper and said word by word: "Your Mr. Han and I are destined to be together. The so-called customs are all fabricated by those boring people. will affect us."

"But……"

In front of Nietzsche, the butler didn't know what to say, so he could only look at Nietzsche eagerly. This man can be arrogant, in short, he has a reason for everything, as long as it is something he believes, no matter what others say to him Nothing works.

Nietzsche's eyes suddenly turned cold, he looked straight at the butler, raised his hand and pinched the butler's chin, "Be obedient, I'm in a good mood today."

The housekeeper froze suddenly, thinking that no matter how happy the man in front of him was, he was still Nietzsche.

Before he could recover, Nietzsche had already led Lili towards Han Sen's dressing room, but when Nietzsche walked around the corner, he saw a blond young man sneaking into Han Sen's room.

"Owner……"

Seeing the hesitant back of the young man standing in front of Han Sen's dressing door, Li Li turned to look at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche raised his hand, shook his head, and stood silently at the corner of the corridor until the young man opened the door and walked in. Then he slowly walked to Han Sen's room and stood still, looking through the crack of the door, looking inside Han Sen, and the youth walking towards Han Sen.

Han Sen was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his back to the door. He didn't move. He suddenly heard a sound coming from the door. Han Sen turned around immediately and saw a young man in a black suit walking in. He turned around and felt a little embarrassed. He looked at himself anxiously.

"Mr. Han..."

The young man looks young, he should be in his early twenties, but he is tall, not a standard European figure, and his bones are slender, so he doesn't look very strong overall, but he is tall refreshing.

"what's up."

Han Sen stood expressionlessly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes falling on the young man's cramped face.

Generally speaking, the young man looks very good-looking. His light golden hair looks a little messy, which adds to his immature feeling. His eyes are blue and blue, and his expression looks very innocent. In the palm of his hand, the son of a rich family who has never experienced big storms.

In fact, not all the children of rich families are capable of intrigue. Some of them grew up in a honey-like environment, with loving fathers and filial sons. Yes, like a piece of flawless jade.

Such a slightly immature expression made Han Sen inexplicably want to know that he also had such an expression back then. In those years, when he faced Nietzsche with such a face, would he be shy or stubborn?

Han Sen remembered that he had never been ashamed in front of Nietzsche, and he was probably stubborn from beginning to end.

"Mr. Han, I'm Charles, we met once in Midtown, do you remember?"

Midtown is a well-known gathering place for rich people, but it is mainly a place for entertainment, contracting high-end banquets, customizing business clubs and other activities that burn money.

Han Sen remembered that he had been there once last winter, and it was only once from the beginning to the end, but he didn't remember the specifics.

Because Han Sen doesn't like to go out and hang out with those so-called rich people who are idle and panic, and he doesn't like to go out too many times to show their faces. In addition, Han Sen himself is a person who has a plan in life and doing things. If Han Sen Sen has been there, Han Sen will definitely remember it clearly.

Therefore, Han Sen definitely didn't go there on a special trip, but he vaguely remembered that he went to Midtown once last year, and it seemed that he just passed by there inadvertently. What was the specific reason? Han Sen really didn't remember the reason.

It's definitely not an important thing, because even if Zhongcheng is a gathering place for rich people, there are not many rich people in Zhongcheng who are worthy of Han Sen's friendship.

Han Sen still stood there expressionless,

"Can not remember."

Charles walked a few steps towards Han Sen in desperation. Han Sen stood there quietly. Although he didn't say anything to reject him, suddenly, Han Sen who was standing in front of him seemed so far away, " Mr. Han! Think about it carefully, that winter happened to be my eighteenth birthday party, my father invited you over, and at that time I was stopped by some bastards in the corridor..."

"The point."

Han Sen interrupted him, not intending to recall those meaningless details with him, "Then, Charles, what do you want me for?"

Charles paused for a moment, and suddenly his eyes fell on Han Sen's cheeks. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything for a long time, but his face turned red.

Han Sen didn't say anything, he walked to the coffee table, picked up a cup of hot tea in his hand, and took a sip slowly.

The two stood there quietly for a minute. Finally, Charles couldn't bear it any longer and shouted at Han Sen, "Mr. Han, I love you!"

Han Sen put down the teacup in his hand, then nodded,

"Okay, I know."

He looked up at Charles,

"Are you finished? You can go."

Charles was taken aback, and stood there blankly, staring straight at Han Sen who still turned to look at himself in the mirror, raised his hand to straighten his bow tie, as if nothing had happened before.

"But, but...Mr. Han? Didn't you hear what I said?"

Han Sen nodded,

"I heard that, isn't that what you want to say? Now that it's over, you can go,"

Han Sen raised his wrist and looked,

"In 55 minutes, I will get married. My marriage with Nietzsche will be recognized by law. My wife is still waiting for me."

Ruthlessly leaving no room.

But out of politeness, Han Sen patiently listened to a young man's sudden confession.

Han Sen was still standing in front of the full-length mirror. The bright sunlight outside the window shone on Han Sen's side. The man's side face didn't have the slightest fluctuation, and it seemed that it had never happened before.

Charles said unwillingly:

"Mr. Han! Do you know what kind of person Nietzsche Lutheran is? I really can't believe you want to be with such a man!"

Han Sen raised his eyebrows:

"You mean Nietzsche?"

"Not bad!"

The young man raised his head arrogantly, as if he was the most upright one in the world, "Do you know what happened to him?!"

Han Sen nodded,

"He is a real snake and scorpion, who has killed countless people and committed countless crimes."

No one understands Nietzsche's viciousness, insidiousness and perversion better than him.

That man is truly paranoid.

Han Sen looked at the young man's face in the mirror,

"Luther's blue eyes are on me from the beginning to the end, so it's best to leave my room before you become a dead person."

Han Sen warned him silently.

Nietzsche is like a poisonous snake guarding a treasure. Those vicious eyes are always placed on Han Sen's body, never leaving for a moment.

Even if the two places were separated for a short time, Han Sen felt that the man was always by his side, every place in the room was filled with his breath, every place was his imprint, his deep and slightly gloomy voice It rang in my ears all the time, surrounding Han Sen tightly and suffocating.

Han Sen enjoyed himself and indulged in it, because he was used to it.

Hearing what Han Sen said, the young man suddenly looked at Han Sen with pity. He felt that Han Sen didn't seem willing: "Mr. Han, Nietzsche Lutheran is much older than you, he is already an old monster, although His current beauty status is unmatched by anyone, but one day, he will grow old, why don't you get rid of him now? You belong to yourself..."

There was no expression on Han Sen's face.

"Belongs to me? Yes, if you think so, I'm really sorry. I have always belonged to others. The me you see now, no matter how glamorous I am, is already someone else's property."

Han Sen turned around and looked at Charles, raised his finger and pointed to his lips, then pointed to his head, "Everything you can see, skin, body, and thoughts, has been completely taken over by someone." Therefore, it is wrong for Xiao to want other people's property."

Han Sen smiled silently,

"Although I feel very unhappy when you slander Lutheran, I still want to tell you, let alone ten years older than me, Lutheran is 20 or 30 years older than me, and he is still my Han. Mori's only wife.

He is my respected elder and also your elder. I don't want to hear any disrespectful words or comments about him from your mouth. You are an adult, and this kind of basic courtesy should be done. "

Charles clearly saw that Han Sen's usually expressionless gentle face suddenly became very unhappy, very very clear expression - so unhappy.

He was a little at a loss and wondered if he really offended Nietzsche too much. After all, according to rumors, Nietzsche really brought Han Sen out. It was Nietzsche who cultivated Han Sen to achieve what he is today.

Maybe……

Charles stepped forward and eagerly grabbed Han Sen's arm,

"Mr. Han! I'm sorry...I, I just like you. Since you rescued me that time, I can't forget you. I think, I think I really fall in love with you!

During this time, I was like crazy, collecting all your news, everything about you made me crazy... The news of your marriage made me feel very, very sad... so sad that I want to die! ..."

Han Sen raised his left hand, firmly grasped the hand that Charles was holding him, and pulled it away from his body without hesitation, with a look of disgust on his face, "Oh, I probably forgot to tell you, I'm really not interested in men at all."

Anyone who is familiar with Han Sen knows that Han Sen is a serious straight man.

After Han Sen pushed Charles away, he seemed to calm down his unhappy mood. He stood far away and looked at Charles with a cold expression, "Please get out of my sight."

"Before my wife finds out about you, otherwise, you will personally feel his vicious heart."

"And, I hope never to see you again."

"I think your parents, while maintaining their own marriage, did not teach you that the moral contract concluded by society requires the most basic family contract to maintain.

I always just want to be with Nietzsche.Lutheran signed a lifelong contract by himself, which is not only responsible for myself and Nietzsche, but also for the whole society. If there are fewer people like you who always try to break the family contract for your own selfish desires, there will be There will be many people who will eventually be able to live happily ever after. "

After a serious lecture to Charles, who was trying to be a junior, Han Sen turned around and looked at the scenery outside the window, his expression immediately became calm, as if nothing happened before, and it was impossible to see through him Thinking about something.

The legal contract has not yet come into force, but since it is a fact that Nietzsche's body has been occupied by himself, and Nietzsche's status in the family is recognized by everyone, then no matter what happens, Han Sen will not break this contract at any time.

And the legal contract will be more important than the oracle-like existence.

To put it bluntly, Han Sen will never talk about relationships with other people again, and he will never divorce until he dies. Even if Nietzsche repents, it will not stop the established fact that they will grow old together after this wedding.

Charles suddenly discovered that maybe what he had imagined was completely opposite to the reality.

The man in front of him was like a locked house. Even if he stood in front of the door and yelled loudly, he couldn't push the door open.

Charles was standing not far from Hansen, but he felt like he was standing in front of a thick wall, powerless. The romance and emotion he had fantasized about disappeared in an instant. He seemed to want to save something, but he felt nothing. There is no hope, even if it has a slight impact on Han Sen's heart.

However, all efforts are in vain.

Han Sen is the sea, bottomless.

Charles suddenly had tears in his eyes, but he held back and said nothing. He always thought that confession was a very romantic thing. Even if he couldn't succeed, in his fantasy, he could always get Han Sen's considerate comfort. Even if it's a kiss, or the simplest hug, it's still earned, but...

Charles walked quickly to the front of the locker room where Han Sen was, opened the door of the locker room, walked out quickly, and then walked quickly down the corridor of the hotel with his head down. He didn't want to stay here at all, he I really don't want to see Han Sen and Nietzsche get married, after all, it's the first time I like someone so seriously.

It's better to go home, just go back home and take a nap, maybe there will be chances to get in touch with him in the future, Mr. Han can always feel his fascination with him.

In fact, he didn't know that he was the first person other than Nietzsche to confess to Han Sen clearly in so many years. It's a pity that Han Sen talked about feelings—especially with people other than Nietzsche. There is really no interest in things like feelings.

"Well……!"

Charles, who was walking with his head buried, bumped into someone suddenly. He raised his head with a snort, and suddenly felt that all the breathing in his body had been robbed, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating.

Wearing a white suit, Nietzsche stood in front of Charles with his hands in his pockets, expressionless. His bright red hair was tied up with a scrunchie and put behind his head, revealing Nietzsche's astonishingly beautiful face.

In fact, Charles had never had close contact with Nietzsche, but Charles was not young until Nietzsche was old, because when Charles was in junior high school, Nietzsche was already very famous in Italy, especially the Lutheran family. .

In the past when Charles saw Nietzsche, he always saw Nietzsche standing elegantly and arrogantly beside Han Sen. Looking at it from a distance, countless people privately marveled at Nietzsche's beauty and strength, but it was the first time to see this man so closely. once.

This man is completely his elder. He may even be a round older than Han Sen. Except for his flirtatious face, his prestige is deep. Just a look in his eyes makes Charles speechless.

"Nie, Nietzsche... um...!"

Charles subconsciously called out Nietzsche's name, and before he could speak, he was slapped hard on the face, interrupting his words.

Lili slapped Charles hard, then stretched out her hand and pinched Charles' chin, exerting force on her wrist, and it hurt Charles' chin, "Boy, talk to me, my master's name is also what you can call directly ?”

Lili stared straight at Charles's face, licked her bright red lips with her pink tongue, and said with a charming smile: "The little face looks good, as expected of a spoiled boy, my sister doesn't want to hurt your face."

After finishing speaking, Lili raised her hand, and patted Charles' flushed face gently.

Charles seemed to be frightened, too frightened to speak, two big men who came out of nowhere, were already standing behind him, tightly blocking him in the human wall.

Nietzsche stopped him at the corner of the hotel. The corridor here was dim, but there were bright lights coming straight from the background wall behind Nietzsche and the lights above his head. These pale golden lights fell directly on Nietzsche's face , everyone was hidden in the dark, and the only thing Charles could see clearly was Nietzsche's expression.

Nietzsche kept Charles straight for about half a minute, and suddenly raised his finger to touch Charles' face, "It's such a young face. In comparison, I'm really an old monster."

Nietzsche was a little taller than Charles. He lowered his head slightly, and his eyes met Charles's at close range. Charles was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat and couldn't say anything. He only felt cold sweat on his back and his heartbeat accelerated. Scary fast.

The man's face with a strange beauty was close in front of his eyes, his red lips opened and closed, and he said word by word: "Good boy, tell uncle what you said to my little baby Han Sen."

Hearing Nietzsche call such a powerful Han Sen a little baby, an indescribable feeling hit his heart, but his teeth seemed to be stuck. Charles couldn't say anything, and his teeth were chattering.

Nietzsche raised his fingers, peeled off Charles' soft lips, curled his fingertips slightly upwards, and forcefully pried Charles' lips and upper and lower teeth apart, "Don't even dare to speak, why, still want to grab a man with me, Lutheran? "

Nietzsche parted his lips, smiled strangely, took his fingers out of Charles' mouth, squeezed Charles' chin, and forced the young man to look straight at him and meet his gaze, "Don't be afraid Well, tell uncle, do you like Han Sen?"

Charles realized that he was almost frightened, so he nodded stubbornly, "Yes, yes!"

Nietzsche looked straight at Charles, let go of the fingers pinching Charles' chin, and shook his head, "Is this the first confession?"

Charles nodded, tears suddenly overflowed from his eyes, Nietzsche made him feel scared, scared from the bottom of his heart.

When the man looked at it from a distance, he looked really elegant, but when he got close to him, the weird distortion made his heart jump.

Charles fought back his tears, and finally, under Nietzsche's gaze, he lowered his gaze as if admitting his mistake.

Immediately afterwards, Ni adopted his own pair of fairly well-maintained hands to lift Charles' right hand, held it in his own hand, and said softly, "Lili, this hand touched Han Sen, didn't it. "

Lili nodded,

"Yes Master."

Charles' pupils constricted in an instant, which was simply a precursor to death, and Nietzsche looked at his hand like a sharp knife!

"I never thought that someone would dare to touch Han Sen behind my back."

Nietzsche smiled softly, but his expression became ruthless, and the bloody aura that had been hidden by Han Sen for a long time rolled out.

Nietzsche had no morals and correct values, and what he loved most was this feeling.

Lili turned around and lay next to Nietzsche's ear,

"Master, today is your wedding day, and seeing blood is very unlucky."

Lili glanced sideways at Nietzsche, then leaned over and whispered in Nietzsche's ear, "This is what the orientals say. Mr. Han is an oriental. It is said that they are very taboo about this."

Nietzsche frowned in displeasure, and shook off Charles' wrist, which he was pinching. He took a step back, looked at Charles and said, "Today is the day when Han Sen and I got married. Seeing blood is unlucky. Just put one hand on your body first."

Nietzsche's dark green eyes flicked back and forth on Charles's face, then he smiled, turned and walked towards his own dressing room, and waved to Lili: "Take him."

"Do not……!"

Charles struggled a bit, and before he could say a complete sentence, he was supported by the strong man behind him and followed Nietzsche.

Charles watched his body being carried into a room by Nietzsche's men.

Lili opened the door, and everyone came in one after another:

"Mr. Nietzsche, how does this kid arrange it?"

Lili turned her head and glanced at Charles.

Nietzsche glanced around his dressing room, and finally fixed his gaze on the big bed in the room, raised his chin, "Throw him on the bed."

"Yes, Mr. Nietzsche!"

Those two strong men threw Charles on the bed. Charles was hurt all over from the fall. When he sat up, he looked around and found that the bed was covered with people. Nietzsche sat leisurely on the sofa opposite the bed. .

At this moment, no matter how Charles looked at him, he felt as if he was a girl about to be raped by others in turn, helpless and confused.

Nietzsche looked straight at Charles,

"What's your name."

Charles was speechless.

"say!"

The man standing next to Charles pushed Charles.

Charles hastened to say:

"Charles!"

"My name is Charles...!"

"Humph,"

Nietzsche sneered,

"Charles? Do you think you are a prince after taking this name?"

Nietzsche stood up, walked in front of Charles, pinched his chin with his hand, forced him to look up, looked at his own, and said coldly: "I know what your family does, whether it is you or yours. Father, in the eyes of Nietzsche and Han Sen, you are just Cinderella (Cinderella) in fairy tales, do you think you are worthy of Han Sen in your position?"

Charles was stunned speechless, he knew Nietzsche's status, trying to kill himself was as simple as crushing an ant, heh, he was probably overwhelmed by obsession.

Nietzsche squeezed Charles' chin hard with his hands:

"It's just a little sparrow, how dare you miss me Lutheran's man."

"Son, do you want me to tell you the truth that Cinderella's stories only exist in Andersen's fairy tales and romances read by high school students, and they are all deceiving children and immature girls. Do you think, you Such a lowly status, why should I be worthy of Han Sen."

"The only one worthy of Han Sen is my noble Lutheran."

Charles' chin was painfully pinched by Nietzsche's fingers, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he held back. In Nietzsche's eyes, this is a weak little thing.

Nietzsche smiled cruelly. This feeling made him happy for no reason. It was really a joy to ravage those Xiaoxiao who loved Xiao Hansen.

Likes to bully others, likes to bully all those who make him look uncomfortable, even if it is a character that is suppressed by Han Sen's side, it will eventually return to Nietzsche.

This is probably the so-called country is easy to change, nature is hard to change.

"I, I just like Mr. Han... This is my first time...".

Charles began to whimper in a low voice. At home, he was held in the palm of his hand by the whole family like a baby. He had never been bullied like this before, but he knew that he was bullied and he couldn't take revenge. Even if he did, he couldn't succeed. , Charles finally began to cry sadly.

Nietzsche frowned and reprimanded him sharply:

"Useless things, why cry!"

Nietzsche turned around and took a tissue from the table, and gently wiped the tears off Charles' face, but there was no expression of pity on his face: "Sure enough, children who are pampered and raised will become waste when they grow up."

At that moment, Nietzsche thought of Han Xiu. He felt that when Han Xiu grew up, he would become as powerful as his father Han Sen, not as Charles in front of him.

Charles was reprimanded by Nietzsche, and immediately suppressed his sobs and tears. He looked at Nietzsche with red eyes, and then sat obediently on the side of the bed. Under the pressure of Nietzsche's powerful momentum, he did not dare to resist at all.

Nietzsche turned around and sat down on the sofa, with one hand under his chin, and the other tapping rhythmically on the armrest of the sofa.

"I think, in fact, your mind is not yet fully mature, and you don't know what you want and what you like."

"Just like Han Sen back then, at your age, you need elders to guide you. Otherwise, the confusion of adolescents will still confuse you. You are all children in need of help."

It's like Han Sen, under his own training, finally decided that he couldn't do without the fact that he was himself. Hey, Nietzsche always felt very helpless in the face of these children who didn't know the future.

"Since your parents didn't give you the correct guidance on your sexual orientation, let me teach you, uncle."

Charles looked at Nietzsche suspiciously, wondering what Nietzsche was talking about. This man was completely immersed in his own three views, and he didn't care about other people's excuses and ideas. He was measuring everyone's thoughts with his own world outlook and values.

Nietzsche looked straight at Charles with a tolerant expression on his face,

"Good boy, in fact, men are supposed to like women."

"Your fascination with Han Sen is nothing more than being blindfolded by a sudden feeling. When you mature, you may feel that you are very young. According to the laws of nature and society, men should like women. of."

Suddenly, Nietzsche smiled softly.

Charles questioned Nietzsche unwillingly,

"then why