Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Nietzsche didn't come out of his bedroom until late at night.It was the butler who personally invited Nietzsche out for dinner. Nietzsche walked out slowly.

When Nietzsche went out, there was a whole row of servants standing respectfully outside the door,

"What are you doing here?"

Nietzsche looked at the servant standing in front of his door with a displeased expression.

The butler stepped forward, bowed to Nietzsche,

"Mr. Han asked us to clean up the room while you are eating."

Nietzsche raised his hand to button the top button of his collar, and glanced at the butler calmly, "It doesn't take so many people to clean the room, you can do it by yourself."

Nietzsche raised his eyebrows, and when he walked past the butler, he raised his hand, patted the butler on the shoulder, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people, "I believe you are a very intelligent person."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche raised his head and passed the butler calmly.

Tuliu butler stood alone in the corridor, his heart was in a mess.

I really don't know what unspeakable scenes I will see again.

When Nietzsche came downstairs, Han Sen and Han Xiu had already sat down at the dining table, waiting for Nietzsche to come down.

Han Sen raised his head and saw that Nietzsche was wearing a formal shirt with buttons all the way to the top of his neck, looking very formal.

Most of Nietzsche's shirts are black and dark blue, and most of them are high-end shirts with heavy embroidery by famous masters.

Nietzsche is wearing a dark blue long-sleeved shirt at the moment, and the right shoulder and left forearm are embroidered with white embroidery patterns, which is gorgeous and simple, with a natural atmosphere.

But Han Sen stared straight at Nietzsche's face, which was very pale under the red hair and dark blue shirt. It seemed a little different from before, but he couldn't tell what it felt like.

Han Xiu looked straight at Nietzsche with a smile on his face, but when his father Han Sen was around, Han Xiu would not talk nonsense at the dinner table.

Eat without speaking, sleep without speaking.

Han Sen clearly said to Han Xiu: "No nonsense is allowed when eating, no nonsense is allowed when sleeping."

When Han Sen was present, Han Xiu generally didn't need to speak.

"Lutheran, what's the matter with you?"

Han Sen looked at the clothes Nietzsche was wearing,

"It's not necessary to dress so neatly at night, just be more comfortable."

Nietzsche was very cautious in dressing, even buttoning up the cuffs of his wrists, which was quite meticulous.

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen and didn't speak. He sat down and started eating dinner. He didn't seem to hear what Han Sen said to him just now.

Han Sen moved his seat, sat next to Nietzsche, and spoke softly to Nietzsche, making sure that Han Xiu would not hear him, "Lutheran, did you remove all the clothes?"

Nietzsche nodded, raised his hand to support his chin, and pinched the cutlery with the other hand to stir up the food on the plate, his eyes always fell on his own food, "We are separated, you forgot?"

Han Sen seemed to be smiling in a low voice,

"Lutheran, those are only temporary."

Nietzsche gave Han Sen a cold look,

"No husband would propose to separate from his wife temporarily, not even for a day, not even for a night. It is the husband's responsibility to spend the night with his partner. Han Sen, are you still a child?"

"Lutheran."

Han Sen raised his hand and wanted to put his palm on the back of Nietzsche's hand.

"Go away."

Nietzsche raised his hand abruptly, stood up,

"I won't eat, you guys continue."

Han Xiu was startled, and blinked at Nietzsche, not daring to speak.

Nietzsche walked up to Han Xiu, lowered his head and kissed Han Xiu's cheek, "Son, go ahead, mommy will go back to rest first."

After speaking, Nietzsche turned around and went upstairs.

Han Sen didn't follow and finished dinner with Han Xiu.

"Father," Han Xiu said as he finished washing and was about to go to bed, he lay on the bed and looked at Han Sen.

Han Sen sat down,

"what happened?"

Han Xiu looked straight at Han Sen, as if mustering up a lot of courage, and said to Han Sen, "Dad, can you be obedient? Don't make mom angry, okay?"

Seeing Nietzsche was not very happy today, especially when he was with Han Sen. In fact, Han Xiu was also unhappy because of this. In his eyes, Nietzsche was the most gentle and considerate parent in the world. On the contrary, Han Sen seemed much more serious , So, Han Sen must have made Nietzsche angry.

Well, my father must be disobedient, so my mother will be angry.

Han Xiu thought so in his heart.

Han Sen froze for a moment, then smiled,

"No problem at all."

Han Sen and Han Xiu said good night, and walked outside Nietzsche's room.

Han Sen stretched out his hand to turn the doorknob, and pushed the door open. Han Sen walked in, and Nietzsche lay down on the bed.

Han Sen walked over, turned on the wall lamp by the bed, and sat beside Nietzsche's bed. Nietzsche opened his eyes and looked at Han Sen.

The two were silent for a while.

Han Sen raised his hand and gently lifted the hair on Nietzsche's forehead, then bent down and kissed Nietzsche's lips.

"Why are you suddenly angry?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Han Sen's mouth.

"What do you say?"

Nietzsche asked angrily.Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche and saw that Nietzsche was so neatly dressed, "Okay, I still wear so much to sleep, don't you know how to take off your clothes before going to bed at night?"

After finishing speaking, Han Sen was about to untie Nietzsche's cuffs. Nietzsche coldly shook off Han Sen's palm, slept on his side, and said in a deep voice, "Go out, I'm going to rest."

Han Sen sat by Nietzsche's bed for a long time without speaking, and finally nodded, "Good night."

Han Sen lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche on the cheek, then got up and left.

"Sen..."

Nietzsche subconsciously reached back to grab Han Sen's sleeve, but when he raised his head, he found that his palm was empty. Han Sen had already gone out and closed the door for himself.

Nietzsche sat up first, and sat on the bed blankly in a daze, then turned around and found himself alone in an empty room, opposite the bed was a big full-length mirror.

Nietzsche looked at himself in the mirror, his long hair was messy scattered around his cheeks, his face was as pale as a blood nobleman, but his lips were suddenly bright red.

It doesn't look healthy or normal at all.

Nietzsche felt a splitting headache. He curled up on the bed with his head covered. His body was in unspeakable pain. Nietzsche tremblingly bit his fingertips in his mouth until his mouth smelled of blood and his forehead was covered with sweat. Only then did Nietzsche exhale tremblingly, his lower abdomen convulsed slightly, Nietzsche turned over and looked at the ceiling with his eyes open.

Nietzsche was very ruthless when he was young. He was ruthless to others and to himself.

In order to make himself no longer feel uncomfortable, he dared to do anything to himself.

However, I don't feel any regrets.

Nietzsche thought silently.

The picture of the time when my father and mother got along with each other when I was young slowly emerged in my mind.

In fact, they were not as happy as they imagined. The hostile family was destined to die, but even if one of them died in the end, the father really showed how much he regretted it.

Nietzsche didn't understand it before, but now he has a little understanding.

Tired after thinking about it, Nietzsche fell asleep without covering himself with the quilt, and then he started to have a fever the next day.

Nietzsche felt like his head was about to explode, and his whole body was in pain. He had a lingering nightmare all night. He dreamed that he was standing in the ice and snow, alone and alone, with his eyes wide open, surrounded by whiteness all the time. The piercing pain in Nietzsche's eyes.

Nietzsche stood in the boundless world with a solemn face, his whole body was cold. He was not a person who liked to show emotions, but he hated being alone very, very much.

Unspeakably disgusting.

"Han Sen...Han Sen..."

After standing in the snow all night, Nietzsche felt tired from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't wake up from the lingering dream.Muttering Han Sen's name in his mouth.

"uncle?"

A pair of warm palms were placed on Nietzsche and his forehead. Nietzsche sighed comfortably, and raised his hand to grab the man's palm.

"uncle?"

Early in the morning, I heard from the housekeeper that Nietzsche seemed unwell. All the servants in the house gathered around Nietzsche's bed. Han Sen was the first to enter the door and saw Nietzsche lying on the bed with all his clothes on, without a quilt on his body.

Nietzsche seemed to feel cold, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Han Sen hurriedly covered Nietzsche with the quilt, then lifted the quilt and lay down, stretched out his arms, put Nietzsche's head on his arms, gently held Nietzsche in his arms, raised his palm and tried Try Nietzsche's forehead.

"Go and call the doctor, quickly."

Han Sen turned around and hugged Nietzsche carefully in his arms, bowed his head and kissed his forehead.

Nietzsche seemed to smell Han Sen's body, curled up gently, buried his head in Han Sen's arms, and refused to come out, the temperature on his body was astonishingly high.

Han Sen reached out and patted Nietzsche's face, waking him up. The doctor will be here soon.

Nietzsche opened his eyes and saw Han Sen holding himself in his arms.Nietzsche probably thought it was a dream, raised his arms, hugged Han Sen tightly, and leaned his cheek against Han Sen's chest.

"Uncle, you have a fever."

Han Sen said softly.

Nietzsche seldom got sick, not because he was in good health but because he had a sub-healthy physique.

Nietzsche once had a high fever when he was in prison, and it was also because of the cold. As a result, he was unwilling to get an injection or hang water, and it took about half a month to recover after taking medicine and resting procrastinatingly.

Han Sen took care of Nietzsche closely at that time.

Nietzsche would be in a daze when he was sick, and he would be in a daze for a long time. Han Sen was afraid that his head would burn out, so he raised his hand in front of Nietzsche from time to time, fearing that his brain would suddenly burn out.

Sure enough, when Nietzsche heard Han Sen's voice, he just blinked and didn't speak. He just looked straight at Han Sen, no different from the previous dazed look.

"Mr. Han!"

While Han Sen was looking at Nietzsche, the doctor hurried in with a medicine box.

"doctor,"

Out of habitual politeness, Han Sen made a gesture to stand up.

Nietzsche felt that Han Sen was about to leave, hugged Han Sen's waist tightly, and murmured, "Husband..."

When Nietzsche called "husband", nine out of ten servants standing aside blushed.

"Don't go!"

Nietzsche frowned, and the fingers of his right hand outside the quilt tightly clasped Han Sen's fingers, with an expression of chagrin because of the pain of the illness.

"Okay, I'm not leaving."

Han Sen raised his hand and touched Nietzsche's cheek, Nietzsche nodded drowsily, seemed to be satisfied, and loosened his brows.

Han Sen leaned against the bed, one hand was held in the palm of Ludland.

"Doctor, Lutheran seems to be sick, please show him."

Han Sen lowered his voice, and the frustrated doctor came over.

The doctor walked to the bed, first touched Nietzsche's forehead, it felt very hot, and the temperature was abnormally high, then he took out the thermometer and shook it vigorously, "Mr. Nietzsche, I need to measure your temperature now, sorry maybe To undress you."

In fact, it doesn't matter whether men take off their clothes or not, but considering that Nietzsche called Han Sen's husband just now, thinking that his man is here, taking off his clothes is always abrupt.

Han Sen waved his hand to signal the doctor not to mind.

The doctor nodded, stepped forward, and raised his hand to unbutton Ludland's shirt.

As soon as the doctor's hand touched Nietzsche's button, Nietzsche suddenly raised his hand and pressed his shirt on his chest, and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold and murderous, and he looked a little confused when he closed his eyes just now very different.

"Go away."

Nietzsche said in a cold tone, there was even a fierce light in his eyes. This kind of look reminded Han Sen of the first time he saw Nietzsche that year. The one Han Sen saw from a distance across the huge playground of the Roman prison The man, at that moment, had such an expression.

A hostility that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

The doctor was frightened by Nietzsche's eyes, and stood there in a daze, unable to speak.

Han Sen waved his hand, signaled the doctor to stand aside, turned to look at Nietzsche, and said softly, "Uncle, I'll undress you."

Nietzsche shook off Han Sen's extended palm, and said coldly:

"Nobody touch me."

Nietzsche had always had a bad temper, so as long as it was something he didn't want to do, no matter who said it, it was useless, and Han Sen was useless.

Han Sen coughed, stood up, pursed his lips and looked at the indifferent and arrogant Lutheran, turned his head and said politely to the doctor: "Doctor, Lutheran's symptoms are headache and fever, but he didn't cough. Give him some medicine."

The doctor frowned,

"Mr. Han, if you take antibiotics in this situation, the effect may not be very obvious. An injection or an intravenous drip will make Mr. Nietzsche's body better as soon as possible..."

"No."

Nietzsche turned sideways, neither looking at Han Sen nor anyone else, and simply refused the request for an injection or a drip.

Nietzsche was actually a little apprehensive, and he especially didn't like the kind of sharp things piercing his skin. It was an indescribable feeling that made people sick.

Nietzsche didn't like injections when he was a child, and he clearly refused. Now that he is middle-aged, this insistence has not been compromised with anyone as he grows older.

Not to mention Han Sen, even if his biological father, Old Lutheran, was still alive, Nietzsche would not have given an injection.

When Nietzsche was eight years old, his personality began to be very stubborn. At that time, traditional glass needles were still used for injections. Once Nietzsche fell ill and refused to give injections, he just dropped several glass needles from the doctor.

Han Sen knew what kind of personality Nietzsche had, so he didn't try to persuade him. He just said to the doctor, "Doctor, let's prescribe some antibiotics. My wife has always been reluctant to get injections."

After Han Sen said that, the doctor had no choice but to give a humming hum, then took out the ballpoint pen and began to prescribe medicine.

Nietzsche heard Han Sen say the word "wife" and turned his face to look at Han Sen, just in time to find that Han Sen was looking at him.

Nietzsche snorted coldly, and then propped up his arms to sit up.

Han Sen quickly helped Nietzsche to sit up.

"You all go down."

Han Sen signaled the servants to go down.

"Housekeeper, ask the doctor to write down the methods of taking these medicines, and take them regularly for Mr. Nietzsche."

The butler nodded,

"Hey, yes, Mr. Han."

The doctor and the servants retreated softly one after another, and then the door of the bedroom was closed.

Han Sen took the dietary precautions written by the doctor just now, and looked very serious.

Nietzsche suddenly put his arms around Han Sen's waist, leaning his head on Han Sen's chest, and his long hair spread out on Han Sen's thigh.

"what happened?"

Han Sen asked in a low voice.

Nietzsche shook his head, but just hugged Han Sen's waist and did not let go. Han Sen let him hold him, and simply sat on the bed, leaning against the bed until Nietzsche felt a little sleepy.

Nietzsche's head is very dizzy now, his eyes are slightly closed, and he is about to fall asleep.

Looking at Nietzsche, who was about to fall asleep with his eyes closed, and hugged him tightly, Han Sen smiled softly, pulled Nietzsche's arm and was about to get out of bed, Han Sen still had some things to deal with.

Nietzsche seemed to be awakened. He felt that Han Sen seemed to be leaving his side. He held Han Sen stubbornly and did not let go, and murmured, "My husband, don't go..."

Han Sen lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche on the cheek:

"Hey, I'll get someone to cook porridge for you."

Just hearing the uncommon word porridge, Nietzsche frowned in annoyance, but Han Sen immediately said, "I'll be right back."

Only then did Nietzsche let Han Sen get out of bed with ease.

I really want to occupy all of Han Sen's time like this, just like before.

It would be great if Han Sen didn't have the current status.

Han Sen got out of bed, and Nietzsche fell asleep in a daze. He felt that his fingertips were a little bit cold and no longer warm. Then there was the sound of the bedroom door being gently closed.

The surroundings became desolate and empty again, as if lying alone on the boundless wilderness.

But knowing that Han Sen would come over soon, Nietzsche fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep lasted until about eleven o'clock in the noon, and it was the housekeeper who woke up Nietzsche.

"Mr. Nietzsche, it's time to take your medicine."

Hearing the butler's familiar voice, Nietzsche opened his eyes and coughed lowly because his throat was a little dry.

The maid at the side hurried forward and helped Nietzsche to lean against the edge of the bed.

Sitting opposite Nietzsche was the quiet Han Xiu.

Han Xiu sat on the sofa beside Nietzsche's bed for a long time without saying a word, blinking his eyes and looking directly at the sleeping face of his beautiful sleeping mother.

Hearing Nietzsche's cough, Han Xiu quickly jumped down, walked quickly to Nietzsche's bed, reached out and grabbed Nietzsche's fingers, and asked with concern, "Mom, are you sick?"

Nietzsche looked around the room blankly at first, but didn't see Han Sen's figure, and then only saw the housekeeper standing by his bed, and blinking, looking at his youngest son affectionately.

Nietzsche raised his hand and touched Han Xiu's head,

"Xiu, did you see Dad?"

Han Xiu nodded,

"Mum, Dad is talking to an aunt in the garden,"

Nietzsche nodded.

"Auntie? What kind of auntie?"

Han Xiu thought for a while,

"Mom, she is a very young aunt."

Nietzsche hummed in a low voice, and his eyelashes trembled. In just one second, no one could see any strange clues.

The housekeeper coughed in embarrassment, quickly brought up the oral antibiotics and warm water, and said respectfully: "Mr. Nietzsche, it's time to take the medicine. This medicine is to be swallowed with warm water, three times a day, three pills at a time, I've got everything ready for you."

Nietzsche turned his head to look at the colorful flowers in the back garden outside the window, his expression was a little dull and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he hummed and turned his head to smile at Han Xiu: "Xiu, you go out first, mom is sick , will infect you."

Although Han Xiu was very reluctant, because there were not many opportunities to get bored with Nietzsche like this, but Han Xiu was really obedient and obedient, he nodded, and walked out obediently following another maid in the room .

Nietzsche gave a low cough, got out of bed, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the bright sunlight of Rome shone on his hair, shining indescribably coquettishly.

In the garden, Han Sen was indeed with a woman, the woman Nietzsche saw before, Justin.

With a bright smile on his face, Justin looked intently at Han Sen's face, as if he had been saying something to Han Sen. Han Sen occasionally raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly.

Even with a little indescribable simplicity.

"Mr. Nietzsche, don't think too much..."

The butler walked to Nietzsche's side with tea.

Nietzsche drew the curtains abruptly, folded them back, and lay back on the bed again, curled up silently, feeling that his head was in more pain.

Why hasn't Han Sen come back yet?

"you say……"

After a long silence in the room, Nietzsche suddenly began to speak.

The butler raised his head sharply.

"What? What are you going to say?"

Nietzsche raised his finger and gently stroked the ring on his ring finger,

"I am the prettiest, or that woman is the prettiest."

The butler hurriedly said:

"Of course you are good-looking, your appearance is unparalleled in the world."

Nietzsche's expression was suddenly indescribably cold, and he said again after a long time:

"However, a man won't stop forever because of his wife's appearance. Even with a beautiful partner, there will be a day of boredom."

"dont you agree?"

When the butler was asked by Nietzsche, he was speechless in a daze, and after a long silence, he walked obediently to Nietzsche's bedside. These days, he has thoroughly seen what Nietzsche looks like when he is crazy. Therefore, the more you understand, the more you feel afraid.

Serving Nietzsche, especially Nietzsche who is unhappy, is really a terrible thing.

"Mr. Nietzsche, no matter how Mr. Han is, I think you should take care of your body first..."

"roll!"

Nietzsche smashed the medicine on the plate and the water glass with a wave of his hand. The glass fell on the carpet and rolled around a few times, making a muffled sound.

The butler comforted Nietzsche tremblingly, lowering his head and not daring to raise his head:

"Mr. Nietzsche, no matter what, the body is the most important thing. Things like feelings are really not important to a man, even if it is for the little boy..."

The butler raised his head while talking, expecting to see Nietzsche's fierce face, but Nietzsche just curled up and said in a muffled voice, "It's better to die."

Nietzsche didn't come out of the room at night, but leaned against the bed sleepily. When Han Sen came in to talk to him, Nietzsche ignored him.

"uncle,"

For some unknown reason, Han Sen looked obviously happy tonight, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand.

"Let's eat something."

Nietzsche was really tired. He opened his eyes and glanced at Han Sen, then slowly closed them.

Han Sen stared straight at Nietzsche's face, which was so pale that there was almost no blood on his face, but his lips were still bright red, extremely beautiful and charming.

Nietzsche tightly closed his lips, not intending to speak or eat.

"Lutheran,"

Han Sen's expression became serious, and his voice said dogmatically:

"Lutheran, don't you want to live anymore? Let's see how much you eat every day?"

Nietzsche didn't speak for a long time, until he felt that Han Sen was still looking at him, Nietzsche opened his eyes and said word by word: "Han Sen, I don't think there is any need for me to live."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche blankly, put down the porridge in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, simply reached out and picked Nietzsche up from the bed, and sat on his lap, "I'll feed you."

"Don't be like a child."

Han Sen reprimanded Nietzsche, then took the porridge,

"The doctor said, it's better for you to eat lightly, because your current physical condition is really not suitable for eating greasy things."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen handed the food to Nietzsche's mouth,

"Open your mouth."

Nietzsche kept his mouth shut in silence, and had no intention of eating at all.

He didn't feel hungry at all, not at all.

Han Sen frowned, opened his mouth and put the food in his mouth, then squeezed Nietzsche's chin, mouth to mouth and filled the porridge.

Nietzsche froze for a moment, followed Han Sen's movements and ate it.

"Do you want me to feed you?"

Nietzsche pushed Han Sen away violently, took a few mouthfuls of porridge, turned around and lay down on the bed again, "Get lost."

Nietzsche said something coldly, and remained silent, as if he had fallen asleep.

Han Sen sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Nietzsche, raised his hand to smooth Nietzsche's hair,

"Do you want me to take a bath with you?"

"No."

Nietzsche readily declined.

"Uncle, tomorrow is Xiu's fifth birthday, do you know that?"

Han Sen suddenly reminded Nietzsche,

"A small banquet is going to be held at home. Xiu hasn't officially celebrated his birthday for so long."

Han Sen himself is not interested in this kind of gathering, but Han Xiu seems to be very eager to celebrate his birthday, especially now that his mother Nietzsche is back home, Han Xiu hopes that Nietzsche can personally celebrate it for him Birthday, so Han Sen sent out invitations.

Nietzsche didn't sneer at Han Sen this time, and nodded his head buried in the bed, "I see, I will participate tomorrow."

Hearing Nietzsche's answer, Han Sen stood up and walked out with the porridge.

As soon as Han Sen went out, Nietzsche picked up the cup beside the bed and threw it on the wall. His body was hot and cold, and his head hurt even more. He bit his lip hard, and his eyes became more angry.

The next morning, because this day Han Sen's house will be lively once in a year, the servants got up early and cleaned all the inside and outside of the house, as long as the house is a little old All the things in the house were replaced with new ones, and there were many flower decorations. The mountain villa that had been silent for many years suddenly became alive.

"Mr. Nietzsche, are you up?"

Although his head was still groggy, Nietzsche still got up very early, earlier than he got up any other day.

Nietzsche nodded, "What is it?"

A maid came in pushing a hanger, on which was hung a pure white suit. Nietzsche put his hands in his pockets and looked at the suit.

The butler smiled and said:

"Mr. Nietzsche, Mr. Han specially made this suit for you. You can wear this suit to attend the little prince's birthday party today."

Nietzsche nodded, waved and said,

"You all go down."

The housekeeper looked at Nietzsche, and finally retreated obediently.

Nietzsche closed the door, sat on the carpet by the floor-to-ceiling windows, propped one leg, took a cigar out of the cigar box, and sucked it slowly in his mouth, white smoke immediately rippling in the room.

Nietzsche felt that it might be difficult to quit nicotine or something.

Because there is nothing else to indulge him to indulge.

Nietzsche glanced out the window, and the woman was instructing the servants to cut off the flowers in the garden as decorations for the banquet.

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes, and there was no expression on his pale cheeks.

The banquet didn't start until around three o'clock in the afternoon. Nietzsche simply ate something to kill himself, and then appeared in the hall on time at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Nietzsche's behavior was out of the control of everyone in the family except Han Sen, so even if he didn't want to eat, no one dared to say anything.

"mom!"

As soon as Nietzsche came out, Han Xiu rushed up and hugged Nietzsche's thigh.

Nietzsche bent down and hugged Han Xiu in his arms.

Han Xiu wore a black dress today, with his hair combed up, he looked like a prince.

"Good son."

Nietzsche smiled lightly, and kissed Han Xiu on the cheek.

"Mom, Xiuhao missed you, why did you come out now?"

Han Xiu raised his finger and pulled Nietzsche's soft long hair, his eyes were glued to Nietzsche's cheek reluctantly, whenever he saw his mother's face, Han Xiu immediately felt happy.

Although Han Xiu was very excited to sit quietly and watch the servants tidy up the big yard of the villa just now, because Han Xiu rarely participated in such public activities, because his father Han Sen didn't like it very much, so Han Xiu naturally didn't have many opportunities.

But the excitement was nothing but excitement, looking left and right did not see his mother come out, and Han Xiu did not dare to go to the upstairs bedroom to find Nietzsche, for fear of disturbing Nietzsche's rest, Han Xiu always felt an indescribable depression in his heart.

When children face such things, especially birthdays, special anniversaries, etc., they still hope to be with their parents, especially mothers. For children, it is really very important.

Seeing that Nietzsche came out now, Han Xiu hugged Nietzsche excitedly and was so happy that he couldn't speak. Seeing his youngest son's joyful appearance, Nietzsche suddenly felt a little happy, supported Han Xiu with both arms, and turned his face away. From a distance, I saw Justin in a long skirt walking towards him with a smile on his face.

"Mother……"

Han Xiu put his arms around Nietzsche's neck affectionately, Nietzsche gave a low hum, lowered his head without expression, and kissed Han Xiu's forehead.