Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Han Sen stayed with Nietzsche for two full days at home, and then resumed his normal work habits. He started to pick up the work that was handed over to Shen Zui before and devoted himself to it.

"Good morning, Mr. Nietzsche."

The butler raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was already eight o'clock in the morning. When Han Sen went out, he ordered Nietzsche to get up before eight o'clock anyway, because if Han Sen didn't tell him, Nietzsche could sleep in one night. To the position of twelve noon.

So, no matter what, the housekeeper pushed open the door under tremendous pressure, and called Nietzsche to wake up as Han Sen ordered.

When the door was pushed open, the curtains hadn't been drawn yet. Nietzsche was lying sideways on the bed, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs, and seemed to be sleeping deeply.

Probably because he slept with Han Sen in his arms for the night before, and now that Han Sen has gone out, Nietzsche is still sleeping on his side.

The butler first walked to the French window silently, and then opened the French window to let the morning light outside the window pour into the bedroom.

Nietzsche finally got some movement. He didn't like the noise around him when he was sleeping.

He slowly opened his eyes and found that Han Sen was no longer by his side. Nietzsche coughed softly and saw the butler standing in front of him with a smile on his face, "Mr. Nietzsche, it's time to get up."

Standing in front of Nietzsche, the usually calm butler began to pretend to be cute for no reason. He couldn't control his behavior, probably subconsciously hoping to use this to minimize the damage of the man in front of him.

Nietzsche's vision gradually became sober, he sat up with his arms propped up, turned his face coldly to look at the housekeeper who smiled cutely at him, and said with displeasure: "Who told you to wake me up so early. "

Nietzsche looked at the time. It was just after eight o'clock, and it was still very early. Nietzsche had already planned to sleep until around one o'clock in the afternoon.

When the time comes, get up and eat something casually, then sit in the study and read a book. Soon the afternoon will pass, and Han Sen will go home and have dinner with himself.

When it comes to enjoying life and killing time, Nietzsche is a master. He doesn't feel that he is wasting his life or wasting time. He feels that everything is perfect now.

Even if he spent the rest of his life like this, Nietzsche would not feel bored.

He likes watching other people busy while he sits quietly in a certain place and enjoys it.

If you are destined to enjoy life, and you choose a busy person, you are going to die.

The butler silently took a step back,

"Mr. Nietzsche, before leaving, Mr. Han specifically told me to ask you to get up and eat breakfast in the morning, otherwise it will not be good for your stomach and you will suffer from insomnia at night."

Han Sen thinks that for Nietzsche, it is better to sleep less, just the right amount, because the more you sleep, the more you sleep, especially for a sleepy man like Nietzsche. May start to degrade.

"Well, I see."

Hearing that Han Sen said so, Nietzsche didn't say anything, but lifted the quilt and planned to get up.

"What are you still doing here?"

Seeing the butler standing beside his bed and not intending to leave, Nietzsche sat by the bed and looked directly at him.

The butler lowered his eyelids and placed his hands neatly by his side,

"Mr. Nietzsche, there is one more thing. Although Mr. Han did not explain this matter, I think it is also very important..."

"Then speak quickly."

Nietzsche flicked his hair impatiently. Han Sen already had enough ink stains, but the servants in the house also had ink stains one by one. For Nietzsche, who has a neat habit, this is simply a kind of torture. .

"Mr. Nietzsche, young master, I haven't seen you for several days!"

Looking at Nietzsche's expressionless face, the butler finally couldn't hold back anymore and said what he wanted to say.

Nietzsche had been with Han Sen all the time before, and it was rare to have a large chunk of time in the same enclosed space with Han Sen. How could Nietzsche let go of such an excellent opportunity?He is a man who can't wait to die on Han Sen's body.

However, under such circumstances, Nietzsche probably forgot that besides Han Sen, he still has a biological young son!

The little boy waited eagerly to see Nietzsche every day, but every time Nietzsche appeared, he would conflict with Han Xiu. As long as Han Xiu was at home, Nietzsche would always be in the room with Han Sen. Sometimes even Nietzsche If you come out, you may not be able to see Han Xiu.

While Nietzsche came out once in a while, Han Xiu had already gone to school, or learned to draw and play the violin.

Some time ago, Han Sen took time to take Han Xiu to see the interest classes other than painting. Han Xiu pointed to the violin interest class and said that he was going to learn the violin. Han Sen and the local excellent violin teacher After a brief exchange, the money was paid, and now Han Xiu's violin has passed as a formal arrangement, but Nietzsche didn't know about these things.

It's not that Han Sen forced Han Xiu to learn something, these were Han Xiu's own choices, but Han Sen set a standard there, and Han Xiu floated freely within the standard range set by his father.

But Han Xiu is clear that as long as he chooses, he must persist until the end, otherwise Han Sen will definitely not give him a good face.

Therefore, with a clear mind, Han Xiu conscientiously put the violin on his own agenda.

At the same time, the time he spent with Nietzsche was much less than before, and he was simply a poor child who lacked maternal love since he was a child.

It is rare that today is Saturday, and Han Xiuxing has a good day to rest. Seeing that tomorrow is the beginning of a new week, all kinds of things will happen one after another, and it is very likely that he will not see his mother for another week—so, the old-fashioned family Educating young children is really hard work.

So, when he got up together this morning, Han Xiu grabbed the butler's wrist, silently pursed his lips, and after holding back for a long time, he finally asked, "Is mom free today?"

The housekeeper suddenly felt a deep pain in his heart. He has experienced many families, but he still has the deepest affection for Han Sen, and he will probably stay with the Han family in the future.

To be honest, Nietzsche is the only parent who can be so indifferent and indifferent to children.

This Italian man is really ruthless. He doesn't have the traditional Italian value concept that attaches great importance to his family and family members.

You know, Italy is known as Europe's China in private.

The housekeeper estimated that Nietzsche had forgotten about having a young son.

There is probably only his own man in his world.

Damn it...

Nietzsche got out of bed silently, sat down on the dresser beside the bed, brushed his hair in front of the mirror, wondering what he was thinking.

"gentlemen……?"

Slightly bending his body, the butler who stood respectfully beside Nietzsche raised his eyelids and secretly glanced at Nietzsche, looking at the cold profile of that man, wondering what this man was thinking now.

"Um,"

Nietzsche hummed, and said to the butler in the mirror:

"So I have a son."

Butler: ==!ah!It turned out to be like this...!

Because he never used his mind on the child, and when Han Xiu was very young, Nietzsche did not say he took care of the child himself, so Nietzsche often could not remember that Han Xiu was his own son, and occasionally he would Forget about having a child.

He was actually more interested in things related to Han Sen. Han Xiu basically couldn't arouse Nietzsche's interest in suddenly fulfilling his parental responsibilities.

But Nietzsche still likes Han Xiu very much, because Han Xiu is very obedient, filial, and obedient. He feels like a little Han Sen.

"Sir, the young master just has a rest today, see if you can find some time to come out and see him."

The butler suggested cautiously. He felt that Nietzsche still liked Han Xiu very much, but he just didn't take him seriously. He didn't care about children as much as his boss Han Sen.

Nietzsche nodded.

"Okay, no problem, I can have breakfast with Han Xiu in the morning."

"Hey, okay!"

The butler smiled and nodded, then turned and walked out.

When Nietzsche got dressed and went downstairs, Han Xiuxiu sat upright by the long dining table, waiting for Nietzsche to go downstairs.

Hearing Nietzsche's footsteps, Han Xiu stood up abruptly and walked towards Nietzsche full of joy.

"mom!"

Han Xiu walked up to Nietzsche quickly, and Nietzsche bent down and hugged Han Xiu in his arms. Speaking of which, Nietzsche hadn't hugged Han Xiu for a long time.

"My dear son, are you waiting for me?"

Han Xiu, who was hugged by Nietzsche, stretched out his arms and hugged Nietzsche tightly, put his head on Nietzsche's shoulders, feeling the warmth of his mother's embrace and the elegant body.

"Yes, mother."

Han Xiu raised his head and looked at Nietzsche with a smile.

Nietzsche looked seriously at Han Xiu's young face that was very similar to his own, moved his lips together, and kissed Han Xiu's cheek.

Han Xiu happily hugged Nietzsche's head and kissed Nietzsche's forehead. The housekeeper stood beside him and laughed happily.

Children, like kittens and puppies, are so easily satisfied.

Although Nietzsche seldom spends his mind on children, every time he is with Han Xiu, he makes Han Xiu feel that he is really, really happy.

"Mom, shall we have breakfast together?"

Han Xiu opened his eyes, and his innocent eyes fell on Nietzsche's face.

"Okay."

Nietzsche accompanied Han Xiu to breakfast, then sat on the sofa in the hall, watched Han Xiu hold the violin, and introduced to himself what he had learned from the teacher recently, and spent the whole morning with Han Xiu Xiu's side.

Nietzsche himself has been proficient in temperament since he was a child. His father has always found the best piano teacher in Italy to guide him in learning to play the piano, so he and Han Xiu still have a lot of topics to talk about.

Being able to be so tired of Nietzsche's side, Han Xiu couldn't believe it was true from the beginning to the end. He was flattered psychologically, and wished he could hold Nietzsche and not let go.

"When will your husband come back?"

Nietzsche turned his face away, and asked in a low voice the housekeeper who had been silently all this time.

Han Xiu lay on Nietzsche's lap, probably tired from playing around, and fell asleep in a daze. Nietzsche gently put his palm on Han Xiu's back, back and forth to comfort his resting son.

"This, we are not very clear."

The housekeeper told the truth.

Nietzsche hummed,

"Han Sen seems to be very busy recently."

Nietzsche said such a sentence for no reason, then stood up with the sleeping child in his arms, and walked towards Han Xiu's bedroom.

"good afternoon."

Nietzsche put Han Xiu on his big bed, covered the quilt lightly, bent down and kissed Han Xiu on the forehead.

When the butler followed after a while, Nietzsche was standing in front of the full-length mirror in Han Xiu's room, arranging his clothes, and combing his hair slowly with a wooden comb in his hand, "Sir...?"

The butler looked at Nietzsche in confusion.

Nietzsche waved his hand and signaled the housekeeper not to disturb Han Xiu's rest. After combing his long hair neatly in front of the mirror, he tidied up his clothes, glanced at the housekeeper in the mirror, and then opened the door and walked out. He left Han Xiu alone in the room.

The butler turned his head to look at Han Xiu, walked to Han Xiu's bed for a worried look, then followed Nietzsche out, stood outside the door and closed the bedroom door lightly.

After being alone with Nietzsche for a long time, Han Xiu looked very happy. When he was sleeping, the corners of his mouth were curled up.

"I'm going to Han Sen's company to see him."

Nietzsche walked to the coffee table and put the comb in his hand on the coffee table in front of him. He looked at the mobile phone that was placed on the coffee table before, wanted to pick it up, put it down again, and simply threw it on the coffee table.

Nietzsche didn't like to use mobile phones very much, and now he lives a very comfortable life at home, and he has no habit of using mobile phones. He and Han Sen basically don't know how to use mobile phones to communicate.

To meet is to meet, and it is best to meet the people you care about. What is the use of mobile phones?

The housekeeper looked at the mobile phone that Nietzsche casually threw on the coffee table, and then looked at Nietzsche, "Sir, you and the young master have rare time today, don't you plan to spare time to accompany the young master?"

Nietzsche glanced at the butler blankly,

"Han Xiu will understand me."

"Boys who spend too much time with their parents become weak and unmanly."

Nietzsche raised his eyebrows at the butler, showing the expression "you understand".

The butler looked at Nietzsche silently, thinking that the man in front of him was really an irresponsible parent.

Nietzsche patted the butler on the shoulder,

"Han Sen is my favorite child."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche raised his hand to take the coat handed over by the servant, turned around and walked outside the gate.

Nietzsche planned to go to the company in the city center to visit Han Sen.

This is the first time in his life that Nietzsche has voluntarily stepped out of this villa