Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Mr. Han, you are finally back!"

As soon as Han Sen returned to the villa, Li Li, who was wearing a floral apron, rushed over as soon as he opened the car door and looked at Han Sen nervously.

When Han Sen came back, it was already late. In fact, it was already past dinner time, but Shen Zui knew that Han Sen was a one-sided character, so he didn't force Han Sen to have dinner with him, because Han Sen only It is a decision made, and generally it will not be changed because of anyone's persuasion.

At this moment, the huge villa on the mountainside seemed quiet and peaceful.

Wearing a suit, Han Sen stood straight in front of the villa's door. He could only see the silhouette of the villa against the mountains and the bright lights spilling from the room.

"Go in and talk."

Han Sen looked at Lili, then walked straight to the hall of the villa.

"Okay! Mr. Han!"

Lili followed quickly.

After entering the door, Lili followed Han Sen and walked upstairs quickly.

"Mr. Han, Mr. Nietzsche Lutheran refuses to eat anything until now, no matter how much we persuade him."

After finishing speaking, Lili rubbed her face in distress, it seemed that she had suffered a lot from Nietzsche.

Although Nietzsche has never talked much, and is even a little taciturn now, he has a very stubborn personality.

If it's something he doesn't want to do, no one can force him to do it. One aspect of Han Sen's stubborn character is that he has been deeply influenced by him over the years.

However, Nietzsche is very different from Han Sen in that Nietzsche is used to everyone around him bowing his head and listening to him, not disobeying his will or going against his wishes, so his personality is more arrogant and surly because of this.

Hearing what Lili said, Han Sen didn't say anything, but quickly walked outside Nietzsche's bedroom.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard the sound of glass products being shattered from inside.

Hearing the sound, Han Sen frowned in displeasure, then quickly opened the door, and saw Nietzsche in pure white pajamas sitting on the sofa next to the coffee table in the room, with one hand propping his chin, with a cold look on his face. Looking out the window, there is a broken glass bowl at my feet.

"Lutheran."

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche, and could only see his side face. The man was turning his face to look out of the window without blinking. The white and cold side face, and the tightly pressed red lips, the other Place one hand on the thigh.

Han Sen called out Nietzsche's last name without a tone.

Now whenever Han Sen said something to Nietzsche seriously, Han Sen would call Nietzsche by his last name.

Hearing Han Sen calling him, Nietzsche turned his head slowly and looked at Han Sen coldly: "Why, what's the matter?"

Han Sen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Nietzsche,

"With so many people serving you here, can't you eat obediently? You have to make trouble to feel comfortable, right?"

After finishing speaking, Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche unhappily, with a serious expression on his face, stared at Nietzsche for half a minute before turning his face to the servant who was carrying the food in the room and said, "Bring him the porridge and let him eat it." .”

Hearing what Han Sen said, all the servants who had served Nietzsche lowered their heads slightly, not daring to raise their heads. No one was willing or dared to persuade Nietzsche to eat.

It has long been heard that Nietzsche Lutheran has a violent personality and is unpredictable. Now, for most of the day, they have a thorough understanding, and almost no one can bear it.

Nietzsche was sitting on the sofa in a room not far away, frowning at Han Sen, looking very displeased, as if he was the one who had trouble just now, not the servants.

Han Sen turned around and picked up a bowl of porridge from the servant's plate,

"Well, I'll feed you myself."

Han Sen just lifted his legs and walked towards Nietzsche.

Nietzsche stood up abruptly, waved the ashtray on the coffee table and threw it towards Han Sen's head.

With a bang, the ashtray hit Han Sen's head.

Han Sen felt a sharp pain in his head, and then a warm liquid slid down his forehead.

"Go away!"

Nietzsche stared at Han Sen fiercely, obviously resisting Han Sen's approach.

"Ah! Mr. Han..."

Lili covered her mouth and looked at Han Sen in surprise.

"You, your head is bleeding!"

Han Sen put down the Chinese rice porridge in his hand, looked straight at Nietzsche standing in front of him, then waved his hand and said, "Okay, all of you go down now, remember to close the door for me. "

After Han Sen said this, the servants in the room retreated one by one, and then closed the bedroom door.

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche, raised his hand and touched his forehead, and sure enough, he saw bright red blood on his fingertips.

Han Sen took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiped his forehead gently, then threw it on the ground, and walked towards Nietzsche.

"Bastard, get the hell out of here!"

Nietzsche was extremely resistant to Han Sen's approach, and his voice was almost neurotic.

He is now like a trapped beast, deprived of freedom and control, so he doesn't want to look at Han Sen again.

Han Sen sneered, walked up to Nietzsche, raised his hand, and slapped Nietzsche hard.

"You can't live a good life, can you?"

Han Sen stretched out his hand and pulled Nietzsche's hair, and held it tightly in his hand. He looked at Nietzsche with a cold expression, "Uncle Nietzsche, so many people serve you with good voices, what do you want to do?"

"Bastard, kill me if you have the ability."

Nietzsche gritted his teeth and looked at Han Sen.

"kill you?"

Han Sen pulled his lips silently,

"That's really cheap for you."

"Don't you know best yourself that the only purpose of my life is to please you?"

"If you die, who should I please?"

After finishing speaking, Han Sen reached out and pulled off Nietzsche's pajamas, threw it on the ground with a wave, and then pushed Nietzsche onto the bed.

"Don't eat, right? I'll give you something else to eat."

Han Sen stood straight beside Nietzsche's bed. While looking at Nietzsche lying on the bed, he stretched out his hand to straighten his suit, then turned and walked out.

Nietzsche, who was pushed down on the bed by Han Sen, sat up with his arms propped up, stretched out his hands to straighten his messy hair, sat on the edge of the bed with a gloomy expression, and looked down at the ashtray that had been broken by the bed. The dark green The pupils looked thick and dark in the dim light of the room.

After a while, Han Sen opened the door and walked in.

Nietzsche is drooping his eyelids,

"Go get me a pack of cigarettes."

Hearing the knock of the doorknob, Nietzsche was looking at his slender fingers supporting his legs.

"You should quit smoking, Uncle Nietzsche."

Nietzsche frowned and looked up, seeing Han Sen holding an iron chain in his hand.

Nietzsche froze for a moment, squinted his eyes slightly, then stood up slowly, looked at Han Sen and said, "What do you mean?"

Han Sen closed the door behind him,

"What's the point?"

After finishing speaking, Han Sen walked towards Nietzsche slowly.

"Go away."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen with a sullen expression.

"Uncle, do you think it's useful to say this?"

"You taught me that before,"

Han Sen stretched out his hand to straighten his bangs,

"Men don't make decisions easily, but once they make a decision, don't change it easily."

Han Sen pulled his lips and smiled silently,

"Uncle, you taught me, how can I be willing to forget."

"Except for the fact that I was forced to learn to sleep with a man, which made me sick, in other respects, I personally think that you are actually pretty good."