Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Han Sen's company was bought in the center of Rome two years ago.

It was a relatively conservative office building. There was nothing special about it. It had the same personality as Han Sen himself.

There are very few staff inside, not many, because this is not an important office location, most of the time when the business is very busy, Han Sen will wait here for people who need him to come to him.

This is a very good meeting place, giving people a sense of security, and it is quiet and elegant, very suitable for negotiating and negotiating.

Every autumn, the rhododendrons by the window of the office building will bloom in clusters. The flowers have no fragrance, but the colors are strong and dazzling, and the flowers will sparkle in the bright sunlight of Rome.

As long as it is not busy, Han Sen is mostly absent, but the accountants who are here all the year round will sit in front of the computer by the window, quietly read newspapers, do accounts, or drink some tea. The reception lady sits upright and browses the web or fashion magazines, and when someone comes to the door, she will immediately receive the guests with vigor and a smile on her face.

If Han Sen is here, most of the company's top management will be here. They gather in Han Sen's exclusive study, or wait for Han Sen in the conference room.

After the meeting, Han Sen will calm down here and read a book.

Han Sen has always liked to read books. Although he hardly has a bookish look, his rich knowledge still makes him look very elegant when he needs it.

When Nietzsche walked into the glass door of the company, the guard bowed respectfully to Nietzsche, all the noisy voices talking in the hall stopped immediately, watching Nietzsche in a black windbreaker walking towards Han Sen's study with a blank face, Followed by several black bodyguards.

"Mallory! That's Mr. Nietzsche, right?!"

The two reception ladies at the front desk stared blankly at Nietzsche walking straight in front of them, carrying the deep prestige of their elders, so that they didn't dare to make a sound for a while.

Just as Nietzsche and his bodyguards disappeared around the corner, one of the girls suddenly came to his senses and bumped into Melory who was in a daze.

The young girl named Melory nodded blankly, quickly picked up the landline at hand and dialed the internal number, "Mr. Han, Mr. Nietzsche is here! Now he is walking towards your study."

Han Sen, who was preparing meeting materials in the study, raised his eyebrows.

"Who told him I was in the study."

"No one said, but Mr. Nietzsche is heading towards the study now." Han Sen pursed his lips,

"ok, I know, thank you."

Han Sen hung up the phone, looked down at the document in front of him, and smiled softly.Nietzsche walked in front of Han Sen's study. He passed the conference room just now and saw a circle of people sitting inside. Shen Zui and several familiar faces were there. A woman sat in the first position on the far left, wearing a In the pink tutu skirt, Nietzsche recognized at a glance that Feng Bai was the one who was sitting indecently and smiling cheaply.

"Cough cough..."

Even though he was wearing a skirt, Feng Bai, who was still smoking a cigarette with his legs crossed in an inelegant way, suddenly choked on the cigarette.

"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Zui looked at Feng Bai suspiciously, although every time he saw Feng Bai, he felt that this man was becoming more and more unable to look directly at him, but Shen Zui found strangely that as long as it took a long time, he would get used to it if he really looked at him.

Until now, he couldn't understand why a high-quality man like Hong Jian would fall in love with a scum like Feng Bai.

Feng Bai lay down on the table and touched his chest with a frightened face,

"I seem to see Nietzsche Lutheran passing by the door of the conference room just now!

Shen Zui smiled,

"How is it possible, Xiaobai, you really think too much."

Feng Bai shook his head,

"Impossible, as long as Lutheran exists, my heart will beat uncontrollably."

"Xiaobai, he is Brother Han's lover..."

Shen Zui looked at Feng Bai in disbelief, but he didn't expect Feng Bai to treat Nietzsche...

"Go to hell!!"

Feng Bai punched Shen Zui hard,

"Like him? Hmph! How is it possible? God, it feels like the feeling of a gentle, beautiful and lovely Snow White seeing a vicious queen, do you know that?!!!"

Feng Bai can be sure that Nietzsche must have come, it must be.

Standing in front of Han Sen's study, just as Nietzsche was about to knock on the door, a young man with glasses walked quickly from the other end of the corridor to Han Sen's study with his head down, holding a thick stack of When the document saw Nietzsche, he suddenly stood in front of Nietzsche and greeted him respectfully: "Good afternoon, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche nodded, looking at the thick document in the young man's hand,

"What are you doing here?"

"This is the document Mr. Han needs for the meeting."

Nietzsche nodded.

"Han Sen really likes meetings."

and waved,

"Come back in an hour for a meeting or something, don't worry."

"Yes, Mr. Nietzsche."

After Nietzsche spoke, the young man hurriedly nodded, turned around and backed away with his things in his arms, and went straight to the meeting room to wait.

As soon as the young man left, Nietzsche held the doorknob and looked at the four bodyguards following him, "Stay outside the door and don't let anyone in. I want to make out with you, Mr. Han."

Nietzsche smiled happily, turned the doorknob and walked in.

As soon as Nietzsche entered the door, he saw Han Sen resting his chin with one hand, staring at him intently.

With his hands behind his back, Nietzsche silently locked the door behind him.

"Good afternoon, Uncle."

Han Sen smiled slightly at Nietzsche.

It was a bit cold in the room, but the large area of ​​sunlight coming in from the window and the thick carpet under the feet gave people a warm feeling.

Whether it's winter or summer, Han Sen doesn't like to turn on the air conditioner.

"Don't you think it's a little cold in the room?"

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen with no expression on his face. He took out an air conditioner remote control from somewhere, and turned on the air conditioner to increase the temperature.

"Uncle, what are you going to do?"

Han Sen still had a smile on his face.

Nietzsche stood in front of Han Sen, pressed his fingertips on the first button, took off his coat slowly, and threw it on the sofa until only the socks on his feet were left.

Han Sen looked directly at Nietzsche, and watched the man lift his feet and tear off the black socks on his feet, step on the carpet with bare feet, walk around the desk and walk in front of him.

"Open your legs."

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen's slender legs. His charming long hair hung down on his chest, looking soft and bright.

"Uncle, are you going to fuck me in my office?"

Nietzsche spread his arms,

"What do you mean, I've already taken off my clothes,"

Regret is too late.

Nietzsche stroked Han Sen's thigh back and forth with his palm, and said softly, "But, it's obviously you who fucked me."

Han Sen spread his legs obediently, and Nietzsche knelt down in front of Han Sen. He lowered his body and knelt on the carpet. The whole person was completely blocked by the huge desk in front of Han Sen, under Han Sen's sight Showing a smooth back.

"Uncle, do you feel cold?"

Han Sen watched as Nietzsche opened his pants and buried his head. It was suddenly so warm there.

The frequency of use there is too high, either in this man's body, or being played by him like this, which will give Han Sen a feeling that such things do not belong to him.

Nietzsche shook his head, but his arms passed through Han Sen's formal suit and wrapped around Han Sen's waist. His arms and chest immediately felt very warm.

The room also gradually became warmer.

Han Sen put his palm on Nietzsche's head, and slowly stroked Nietzsche's long hair with his fingers. Then he dialed the internal line and said in a deep voice, "The meeting will be delayed for an hour."

"Okay, Mr. Han. Mr. Nietzsche has explained it before."

Han Sen nodded and hung up the phone.

"Han Sen,"

Nietzsche sat on Han Sen's lap, holding Han Sen's head in his arms, and silently kissed Han Sen's lips and forehead.

Han Sen closed his eyes obediently, feeling the familiar way of intimacy of that person. The light jumped on Han Sen's handsome cheeks and eyelashes, silent and moving.

"I want you, right now, right here."

Nietzsche's palms began to swim downward, and he made an intimate and obscene behavior in Han Sen's office, which really gave him an indescribable sense of excitement and accomplishment.

Han Sen leaned back on the rotatable seat, and put his palm on Nietzsche's back thoughtfully. He comforted Nietzsche twice, indicating that Han Sen agreed.

This is Nietzsche's favorite game, and Han Sen is naturally very cooperative.

Pick up Han Sen's palm, put Han Sen's index finger and middle finger in his mouth at the same time, wrap his tongue around Han Sen's fingertips, make it wet, Nietzsche pulled Han Sen's palm: "Han Sen Sen, help me."

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche, moved his lips to Nietzsche's lips, and slowly poked his fingers down Nietzsche's thin back...

"Sen..."

Nietzsche gasped in a low voice, his waist twisted and his chest was pressed against Han Sen's chest, and his white arms wrapped around Han Sen's neck, wanting more.

Han Sen's fingers moved skillfully, and then one hand wrapped around Nietzsche's waist to help Nietzsche up, and the other hand held his place first, and Nietzsche slowly sank down on Han Sen's body.

"So comfortable."

Nietzsche hugged Han Sen's neck more forcefully, put his chin on Han Sen's broad shoulders, and began to twist his body.

"You like it so much?"

The palm of Han Sen's right hand was always placed on Nietzsche's back, with a comforting caress.

Nietzsche nodded, sat up straight, unbuttoned Han Sen's suit jacket, hid his upper body inside, and kissed Han Sen's neck with his lips.

"Uncle, I feel that my body belongs to you, and only my mind belongs to me."

Han Sen leaned back slightly, and stroked Nietzsche's smooth and soft hair with his left hand. The hair was long and hung on both sides of Nietzsche's shoulders, covering the man's chest.

Nietzsche didn't make a sound, and devoted himself to pleasing himself with Han Sen's body. The obscene voice sounded in the huge room, slowly becoming more intense.The golden sunlight comes in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and spreads out on the carpet, warm and silent.

I think Han Sen will treat me very well. —— Lutheran

"So, Uncle, can I go to the meeting now?"

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche standing in front of him, raised his wrist and looked at the time, with a smile on his lips.

The man hugged himself tightly, and had stood in the office for 5 minutes without saying a word. He just hugged Han Sen and refused to let go of his arms. The joy just now made him feel a little tired , looking like he needs to hug Han Sen to recharge his batteries.

Nietzsche opened his closed eyes, raised his eyelids, held Han Sen's wrist in front of his eyes, looked at the time, and let go of Han Sen's arm, "Of course."

After finishing speaking, he adjusted Han Sen's tie with his own hands, and then patted Han Sen's handsome face expressionlessly, "Uncle will have a meeting with you today to see if my child has really grown up."

Han Sen nodded, "No problem."

Han Sen simply took some important documents from the desk, and Nietzsche stood by the door waiting for Han Sen, then followed Han Sen, and the two walked towards the conference room side by side.