Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

The moment Feng Bai walked into the prison, a burst of unpredictable light rain drifted down from the dark clouds in the sky, covering the sky and covering the earth.

When it was raining, Han Sen and Nietzsche were still walking on the edge of the playground, Nietzsche was taking a slow walk, and Han Sen followed closely behind him.

"It's raining."

Feeling the light raindrops falling on his cheeks, Nietzsche raised his head to look at the sky, and said the third sentence this morning in a low voice.

Han Sen nodded, indicating that he heard Nietzsche's words, and then raised his wrist to look at the time, "Mr. Nietzsche, it's already past 09:30, and the time is almost up."

Nietzsche turned his head and looked straight at Han Sen's handsome face. His eyes paused on Han Sen's face for half a minute, then moved from his face to his neck, and then looked at Han Sen's whole body , Said lightly: "Go back and change your clothes."

Han Sen is now wearing a short black leather jacket, the same style Nietzsche wore a few years ago.

When he first entered the prison, Han Sen's height was more than a little shorter than Nietzsche's, but he suddenly grew taller in the past two years, and now he is taller than Nietzsche.

But both of them have slender bodies with broad shoulders, so Han Sen can usually wear Nietzsche's clothes.

Nietzsche stopped wearing it, Han Sen did.

But on the scene, Han Sen's main task today is to negotiate on behalf of the Lutheran family and Qiu Ye, and the host of this negotiation is old man Anthony. As a person sent out by the Lutheran family, Han Sen is more casual. It must be very inappropriate to wear.

Nietzsche.Lutheran is a person who always cares about his image outside, whether it is his own image or the image of his subordinates.

Even if today's goal is to abolish Han Sen, Nietzsche still hopes that Han Sen can dress decently when he goes out on behalf of himself.

Han Sen pulled his lips at Nietzsche, smiled softly, and nodded knowingly,

"Okay, I'll go back and change into my suit now."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen, the thin raindrops fell on his bright red hair,

"Put on my suit."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche turned and walked towards the prison building, Han Sen quickly followed, and the two quickly entered the prison building.

Through the long, dimly lit corridor, Han Sen followed Nietzsche into the room.

Nietzsche sat on the sofa in the room, lit a white cigarette and held it in his hand. He crossed his legs and looked at Han Sen. The background was an unusually bright window and the barely audible drizzle outside. the sound of.

"Open the wardrobe."

Nietzsche said.

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche, because the weather was gloomy and the lights in the corridor were not turned on, so the prison building was very dark. On the contrary, the windows behind Nietzsche were very bright, and Han Sen could hardly see Nietzsche's face against the light. With the expression at this moment, only his voice can be heard, a bit like intermittent raindrops, cold, and milky white cigarette mist floating in the light.

But Han Sen can be sure that at this moment, Nietzsche's eyes must be glued to himself.

Han Sen opened the closet obediently, and then stood beside the closet.

Nietzsche quickly glanced at the neatly hung suits in the closet, and finally raised his finger and pointed to a black suit with dark gold patterns, "Just wear that one."

"Ok."

Han Sen took out his suit, stood in front of Nietzsche, took off his coat and trousers, and changed into a suit.

After Han Sen changed his clothes, Nietzsche got up, picked up a silk tie, and walked up to Han Sen, "Be good, bow your head."

Han Sen lowered his head, and Nietzsche put the tie around Han Sen's neck, and tied it neatly for him.

This is not the first time Nietzsche has tied Han Sen's tie.

The first time Han Sen wore a suit, Nietzsche tied the tie for him. At that time, Han Sen was still a big boy, and he seemed somewhat clumsy when he was wearing a formal suit. Fasten.

At that time, Nietzsche pulled Han Sen's neck impatiently and lowered his head to fasten Han Sen's tie. Then he patted Han Sen's face expressionlessly and said, "Don't let me teach you a second time."

So Han Sen memorized it once he was very obedient, and stood stiffly in front of the cold Nietzsche.

This is the second time in more than six years that Nietzsche is wearing a tie for Hansen.

This time, Han Sen, who has become a man, lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Nietzsche.Between Lutheran's brows, his face was close to Nietzsche's, and he smelled the familiar body smell on Nietzsche's body. The smell wandered wantonly in Han Sen's breath, which once again aroused Han Sen's breath. Sen's memories of the past six years.

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche's slightly lowered beautiful eyes, swallowed silently, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and then frowned in displeasure.

"All right."

Nietzsche reached out and patted Han Sen on the shoulder.

Han Sen quickly turned his head and looked at the mirror to adjust his tie habitually. He found that the tie had been tied perfectly by Nietzsche, and there was no room for him to intervene in the adjustment. Han Sen withdrew his hand and looked at Nietzsche's face. After walking around for a while, he said in a deep voice, "Mr. Nietzsche, it's time, I'm leaving first."

Nietzsche nodded, looked at the drizzle outside the window, turned around and handed Han Sen a long-handled blue plaid umbrella leaning against his closet, "Go early and come back early."

Han Sen hummed, took the umbrella from Nietzsche, tucked it under his arm, turned and walked out.

With an unburned cigarette in his hand, Nietzsche turned around and sat down on the sofa again, quietly looking at the closed door.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and Han Sen, who had just walked out, walked in quickly. Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Han Sen.

Han Sen didn't say anything, just looked straight at Nietzsche's face, walked to the front of the sofa, bent down, kissed Nietzsche's lips suddenly, looked straight at Nietzsche, didn't say anything, straightened up, He walked out quickly.

Nietzsche stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, stared straight at the door of the room, then picked up the phone and dialed Xia Zuo's phone: "Everything is going according to plan. When Han Sen kills Akino, we will kill this little bastard." The leg is disabled, lock it up, and find two people to watch over it, and we will slowly clean up the rest."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche put down the phone, and a cruel smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth.

Han Sen went to the guard room at the gate to register for parole, and then went out with an umbrella in his hand.

When they walked out of the prison gate, a black car was already waiting quietly in front of the prison gate. The sky was still drizzled with light rain. Seeing Han Sen walking out, the car slowly approached the prison gate .

Han Sen didn't open the umbrella, but stood in front of the prison door quietly waiting for the car to drive towards him. When the car stopped in front of him, Joe got out of the car and opened the door, and Han Sen quickly sat on it.

"Hi, Han Sen. Good morning."

Matthew, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned his head and greeted Han Sen with a smile. Joe, who was sitting back in the passenger seat, turned to look at Han Sen who was sitting behind the car. Out of the suit on Han Sen's body, he frowned invisibly, with a little confusion in his eyes, then turned his head back with a slight expression.

"Good morning, Matthew, Joe."

As usual, Han Sen greeted the two of them politely, then raised his wrist to look at the time, and reminded him: "It's almost time, we still have a while to arrive at Mr. Anthony's mansion. Let's go now."

There was no unnecessary expression on Han Sen's face. Matthew and Joe looked at each other, then turned their heads to look at Han Sen at the same time, and then started the car.

The car was driving quietly. Although Qiao and Han Sen had worked for Nietzsche all these years, in the final analysis, for Nietzsche.Lutheran, Han Sen and their relationship with him are still different.

No matter how well Han Sen did, in their eyes, Han Sen was an outsider. After all, to this group of xenophobic Italians, Han Sen was just a Chinese from the beginning to the end, with a yellow skin and an inferior race.

In addition, Han Sen himself is not a very talkative person, so they are quiet along the way, especially now that they have ulterior motives for Han Sen, and they have no desire to talk. As long as there are no mistakes, Joe and Matthew feel more and more that Han Sen is really hard to see through...

After driving silently all the way to the city center, Han Sen raised his wrist to check the time, turned his head to look out the window, and said to Matthew who was driving,

"Just stop up front and I'll go buy a tie clip."

Matthew was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to see that Han Sen's tie did not have a tie clip, so he looked at Han Sen and said, "Are you sure you want to buy it now?"

Han Sen nodded firmly, pointed to the watch on his wrist,

"Don't worry, there's still a lot of time to catch up."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen tidied up his tie uncomfortablely.

In fact, Matthew definitely didn't want to stop halfway, but Han Sen came out of prison, he can be sure that he has no guns on him, and there is indeed a high-end custom suit shop in front of him, and now he has to push three obstacles and four fours It seemed strange for Han Sen to get off the car.

Matthew looked at Han Sen's face, then nodded, stopped in front of the alley next to the suit shop, turned his head and said to Han Sen: "Hurry up, Xia Zuo and the others are still waiting in the block ahead. We'll make it up."

Han Sen nodded,

"I know."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen turned around and picked up the umbrella Nietzsche gave him, opened the door and got out of the car, then propped up the umbrella and entered the suit shop.

As soon as Han Sen entered the shop, just after closing the door, a group of people rushed out of the box, opened the door and dragged Matthew and Joe into the box.

"Um... um...!!"

Matthew was lifted out of the car door before he could react to what happened. He struggled hard, but several tall Chinese men covered his mouth and dragged him into the alley.