Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

When Han Sen pushed open the door of Nietzsche's bedroom, Nietzsche just woke up leisurely.

Hearing someone push the door open, Nietzsche opened his eyes and saw Han Sen walking in with Han Xiu in his arms, and the servants standing behind Han Sen also came in together.

Nietzsche felt much more comfortable after sleeping, so he propped up his arms and leaned sideways, waiting for the servants to open the curtains and clean up the dirty clothes. Nietzsche looked at his husband and son lazily, with a fixed gaze. It fell on the father and son of Han Sen and Han Xiu.

"Breakfast is ready, Mr. Han."

Seeing Nietzsche's expression today, the housekeeper knew that the rain had passed, and Nietzsche was in a good mood.

The whole family seemed to have seen a rainbow, and the atmosphere that was like a dark cloud covering the top was swept away. When everyone talked, they even had different smiles on their faces.

"Let's put it on the table first. I'll have breakfast with my husband later. You all go down first."

Han Sen didn't speak, Nietzsche waved his hand to get all the servants out of the room.

Generally, as long as Nietzsche speaks, everyone will consciously follow Nietzsche's orders.

So, everyone retreated obediently.

Nietzsche patted the side of his bed,

"Sen, come and sit down."

Han Sen hugged Han Xiu and sat beside Nietzsche's bed. Han Xiu opened his arms to hug Nietzsche.

Han Sen's face turned cold, and he reprimanded Han Xiu,

"Han Xiu, your mother is not feeling well right now, didn't you see that?"

After being scolded by Han Sen, Han Xiu quickly withdrew his arms and looked at Nietzsche with a guilty expression. Especially when he found that Nietzsche's hands were wrapped in bandages, Han Xiu shrank his head and murmured to Nietzsche, "I'm sorry, Mother."

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen, raised his hand and pinched Han Xiu's face,

"Han Sen, don't be so serious with children,"

Looking at Han Sen's stern face from beginning to end, he smiled to himself, and then said softly to Han Xiu, "Son, come here and lie in mother's arms."

After speaking, Nietzsche lifted the quilt and motioned for Han Xiu to lie down.

"Okay! Mom!"

Seeing Nietzsche lift the quilt, Han Xiu was so happy that he almost got excited, and climbed onto the bed lightly, lying beside Nietzsche. Nietzsche pulled the quilt to cover Han Xiu on his side and beside him.

As soon as Han Xiu got close to Nietzsche, he immediately stretched out his hands and hugged Nietzsche's waist tightly, and pressed his face against Nietzsche's chest. He smelled the familiar scent of his mother, and only the top of his head was exposed outside the quilt, which was very affectionate.

"Mom, Xiu dressed himself this morning. If you don't believe me, you can ask Dad."

Han Xiu rubbed his head in Nietzsche's arms like a kitten.

Nietzsche stroked his youngest son's head appreciatively,

"Well, son, you are really good. You must be a man in the future."

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche. The man was lazily lying on the bed. After the crazy and sleepy yesterday, he still looked like a boss at this moment. The neckline of the nightgown was loosely opened, revealing the slender neck and the upper part. There are still some obvious scars. @汉森 suddenly turned dark, and his face was scarier than before. He sat there with his lips pursed, not knowing what to think.

Nietzsche didn't care about him, just glanced at him occasionally, and then chatted with Han Xiu in a leisurely manner.

"Mr. Han, breakfast is ready..."

Although he knew that it seemed a bit uninteresting to come and disturb him at this moment, but Han Xiu had to go to the Japanese teacher for class at nine o'clock in the morning, and now he had to eat early, otherwise it would be bad if he was late for class.

Han Sen raised his wrist and looked,

"Housekeeper, take Han Xiu down for breakfast first, then pack up and go to class as soon as possible."

"Okay, Mr. Han."

The butler bowed politely to Han Sen.

"Mother……"

Han Xiu stuck his head out from under the quilt, looked up at Nietzsche with some reluctance.

Nietzsche just smiled slightly. He would never interfere with Han Xiu's education. Let the annoying people do it. It seems that Han Sen also enjoys it.

Han Sen looked at Han Xiu seriously, and said with a straight face:

"Han Xiu, you are getting more and more presumptuous, hurry up and go to class."

Nietzsche goes on to say:

"Xiu get up quickly, or Dad will be angry."

Han Xiu was frightened out of his wits by Han Sen's glance. He originally planned to rely on Nietzsche to be lazy, but now Han Xiu knows that no matter what the situation, Han Sen will never pamper him. What he should do every day What matter, as long as there is no knife from the sky, Han Xiu will never use any excuses or reasons to evade his obligations...

Han Xiu got out of bed obediently, looked at Nietzsche eagerly,

"Mom, I'm going to learn how to draw with my teacher."

Nietzsche nodded, Han Sen sat on the edge of the bed with his arms folded,

"Arrange your clothes yourself, don't be sloppy."

Han Xiu hummed, stood in front of Han Sen and tidied up his clothes, then moved to the bedside, stretched out his head and kissed Nietzsche on the cheek, "Goodbye, mom, goodbye, dad."

After finishing speaking, Han Xiu turned around and walked towards the butler, and then walked downstairs accompanied by the butler.

"Han Xiu is still a child, so there is no need to be so strict."

It is rare for Nietzsche to communicate with Han Sen about early education.

Han Sen turned his head to look at Nietzsche, lowered his arms,

"The society is so chaotic now. If a boy is not properly cultivated, how can he become a man who can take care of himself. If he is allowed to do whatever he wants from an early age, he will not be able to get what he wants in the future. Lutheran, this is irresponsible. "

Han Sen habitually turned his head to look at Nietzsche blankly,

"And I will never be the irresponsible parent."

Nietzsche looked straight at Han Sen's handsome face. Sometimes he was so upright that he couldn't tell. Nietzsche sometimes didn't expect Han Sen to achieve such an achievement in the underground world.

He really wanted to fuck him now, let the face in front of him with traditional beauty and almost no flow of desire be torn apart under the entanglement of his death.

Did Han Sen never think about the lower body?

At the moment when Han Sen was expressing his old-fashioned educational concept, Nietzsche raised his arm, hugged Han Sen's neck tightly, and pressed his lips to Han Sen's.

Han Sen didn't refuse. He held Nietzsche's waist with his backhand, and let Nietzsche kiss him with his eyes closed.

"Baby, I want to fuck you."

While kissing Han Sen, Nietzsche reached into Han Sen's clothes with both hands, and kept stroking Han Sen's body, with heavy gasps in his nose.

Han Sen raised his hand and touched Nietzsche's shoulder, but did not answer.

"Head up."

Nietzsche ordered.

Han Sen raised his chin obediently, and Nietzsche lowered his head and kissed and caressed Han Sen's neck and collarbone with his lips.

"Lie down and let me go!"

Nicholas forcefully pressed Han Sen on the bed, as if he was about to rape Han Sen under him a hundred times.

Han Sen patted Nietzsche's face with a smile,

"You haven't had breakfast yet, it's not suitable for strenuous exercise, be careful of dizziness, get up and eat breakfast first,"

Han Sen looked directly at Nietzsche,

"And I happen to have something to tell you."

Nietzsche snorted and got up from Han Sen.

"Just say anything."

Nietzsche unbuttoned the belt of his nightgown, slowly took off the nightgown on his body, put his long legs together, and brushed his long hair on his shoulders with his fingers.

Han Sen opened the cabinet next to the bed,

"Lutheran, when did you start smoking again?"

Following Han Sen's line of sight, Nietzsche turned his head and saw the boxes of Mexican cigars he bought before were neatly placed in the cabinet.

Those exquisite silver cigarette cases were quietly lying in the cabinet, with strange and beautiful patterns carved on them.

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche displeasedly,

"Remember how I told you to quit smoking? Nicotine is like drugs, it's best not to touch it if you can."

"It's boring~"

Nietzsche looked straight at Han Sen, and suddenly smiled strangely.

"If this happens again,"

Before Nietzsche could speak, Han Sen interrupted him with a straight face.

"Don't touch me from now on."

Nietzsche was taken aback, he didn't expect Han Sen to say such a thing.

For Nietzsche, it was a fatal blow.

"Do you remember?"

Han Sen squeezed Nietzsche's chin, twisted his face, and let him look at him.

Nietzsche nodded resignedly, and raised one hand to swear,

"I promise not to touch nicotine in the future."

"You are my drug."

Han Sen glanced at him, took the cigar out of the drawer, and then threw it into the trash can. He didn't seem very happy because of Nietzsche's rare oath.

"I won't believe you just because of what you say. You have to practice yourself this time and prove that you can do it with your actions. It's best not to repeat the same mistakes in the future."

Han Sen stood up and reached out to Nietzsche,

"Uncle, it's time to get up, wash up and have breakfast."

Nietzsche obediently got out of bed and went into the bathroom wearing only his underpants. Han Sen followed. Nietzsche's hands were inconvenient now. Han Sen helped Nietzsche wash his face, brush his teeth and go to the toilet, then dressed him, and the two stood side by side facing each other. Go downstairs.

"Mr. Nietzsche, good morning!"

When Nietzsche appeared, the servants in the room greeted him first.

Nietzsche is in a good mood today, and he nodded lightly,

"Good morning everyone."

Breakfast was already on the table. Han Sen first opened the chair for Nietzsche. After Nietzsche sat down at the table, Han Sen opened the bench and sat beside Nietzsche.

"The doctor said, the deficiency cannot be replenished. Within a week, you need to eat something light for breakfast."

Han Sen glanced at the white porridge in front of Nietzsche. It seemed that some vegetables, green and white, were added to it. Nietzsche looked at the white porridge in front of him, which can be described as "extremely disgusting".

A while ago, Nietzsche's temper was volatile, and Han Sen followed him. He could eat whatever he wanted, and he didn't force him to eat lightly. Therefore, Nietzsche hadn't seen porridge or anything at the table for a long time. Seeing it now makes Nietzsche feel a pain in the head.

"eat quickly."

Han Sen signaled Nietzsche to start eating breakfast.

"It's disgusting, the most disgusting thing in the world."

Nietzsche said with disgust.

Seeing the expression on Nietzsche's face at the moment, the butler silently took a step back.

If he knew that he only had to eat these things in the morning, Nietzsche felt that he might as well sleep until noon, so that he could escape all this.

Han Sen gave Nietzsche a lukewarm look, then simply picked up a spoon and fed Nietzsche breakfast, "Hey, I'll feed you now, uncle, be obedient, I won't hurt you."

Han Sen leaned his head over and kissed Nietzsche on the lips.

Han Sen's action was very effective in pleasing Nietzsche. Nietzsche opened his mouth and ate the porridge.

"Actually, I think plain porridge is fine, but the addition of vegetables in it makes me a little unacceptable, and the color looks disgusting."

Nietzsche commented while eating, and with Han Sen's company, Nietzsche felt that it was not as bad as he imagined.

Perhaps, the real family life is like this, sometimes, not everything looks gorgeous.

Han Sen smiled softly,

"Many good-looking foods are processed. Eating them is not good for your body. It's like cold dishes in the West. You used to like to eat those things, but they are actually not nutritious. Although white porridge is followed by rice and vegetables, it is not good for you. You are good."

Speaking of these homely things, Han Sen suddenly became a set, and Nietzsche, who knew nothing, could only hum in a low voice, indicating that he had heard it.

"Uncle, sometimes, simple things are what you need most. Do you understand?"

Han Sen suddenly said this meaningfully, his eyes fixed on Nietzsche's cheek.

Nietzsche raised his head to meet Han Sen's dark eyes. He was stunned for a while, and then asked, "Han Sen, do you have any plans for today?"

Han Sen nodded expressionlessly,

"Are you full?"

Nietzsche has already finished a bowl of porridge.

Nietzsche nodded, "I'm full."

"One bowl is enough?"

"Yes."

Han Sen hummed, lowered his head, quickly finished the food in front of him, then looked up at Nietzsche and said, "You need an IV today."

After Han Sen finished speaking, Nietzsche's back became stiff.

"But my fever has subsided, and I had an injection last night."

Although I succeeded in overcoming myself once last night, the fear of needles does not mean that once or twice can completely change my mentality.

Before Nietzsche received the injection, it was because it was Han Sen, not someone else.

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche,

"The doctor said, you had a high fever before, but now it has subsided with great difficulty, and you must have two more drips to completely suppress the high fever, otherwise it is easy to suddenly have a high fever, which is very likely to burn your head .”

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen fixedly, frowned, and said displeasedly, "Impossible."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche threw the tableware in front of him on the table with a gloomy expression.

As long as it was something he didn't like to do, whether it was Han Sen or not, Nietzsche was unwilling to do it. It was impossible for the special situation last night to happen again.

Han Sen didn't lose his temper with Nietzsche either. He just hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly, then put it close to Nietzsche's ear and said in a flat voice, "Uncle, as long as you take two more IVs, how much do you want?" Any time."

Nietzsche turned his face away, looked at Han Sen blankly, then stood up and walked silently towards the second floor, "Go get an IV now."

Han Sen smiled,

"Butler, set up the infusion equipment," reminded the butler doctor, Han Sen got up from the dining table, got up and walked towards the second floor with Nietzsche.

The housekeeper hurriedly sent the infusion stand and the medicine that the doctor sent an assistant upstairs together.

After Nietzsche went upstairs, he took off his coat and only put on a shirt. He lay on the bed silently, leaning slightly, and his eyes fell directly on Han Sen.

"Mr. Han, the things are brought up."

The butler stood outside the door, and the two servants behind him were holding an infusion stand and two bottles of medicine.

There were servants, and Nietzsche said nothing.Just looking at Han Sen, he lowered his eyelids lightly.Close your eyes and meditate, "Okay, put the infusion stand beside the bed, put the medicine on the side of the table, bring a basin of water, and bring that towel."

Han Sen explained.

"Okay, Mr. Han."

The butler had the infusion stand set up, then went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of water, brought a towel over, and placed it on the tea table beside the bed.

Nietzsche glanced at the butler coldly, and said calmly:

"Then what are these things for? I just want to get a drip, not to have a baby."

The butler was used to being bullied by Nietzsche. He knew that Nietzsche was not really angry now. If he was really angry, he was not like this, so he turned to look at Han Sen. Han Sen smiled lightly and waved his hand. Say to him, "Put your stuff down and get out there."

"Oh, good Mr. Han."

The butler handed Han Sen the towel on his arm, put the basin on the tea table next to the bed, then turned and walked out.

The servants who supported the infusion stand have already gone out, Han Sen took the towel handed by the housekeeper, "What, are you angry?"

Han Sen observed Nietzsche's expression, soaked the towel in his hand, and then took it out to wring it dry, "Actually, I don't want you to have an IV, I think you'd better not get sick all your life, but if you get sick, you have to be treated." sick."

Nietzsche snorted coldly,

"This time it was just an accident. It will be impossible in the future. I will never get sick again."

Han Sen raised his eyebrows,

"Uncle, you are middle-aged now. I don't think your body is considered strong anymore, but when you get old, your body will definitely not be much better according to your living habits."

Nietzsche's height is very good in all aspects, and he can only be called tall, but his physical condition can only be regarded as medium. The word "strong" really has nothing to do with him.

Nietzsche glared at Han Sen displeasedly,

"Han Sen, you bastard is now hoping that I will die soon, right?"

Nietzsche didn't know what he was thinking, so he raised his fingers and stroked his hair, his bright red lips raised slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Yes, if I die sooner, the young men and women around you will surely A lot, you can justifiably find a stepmother for my son."

Hearing what Nietzsche said, Han Sen stretched out his hand with a dark face, and yanked Nietzsche's collar open, all the buttons on Nietzsche's collar were ripped off, "Lutheran, sit up and take off your clothes. "

Nietzsche sat up, and Han Sen took off Nietzsche's shirt in silence. Seeing Han Sen's unhappy appearance, Nietzsche felt in a good mood. @尼采赛 last night because of the high fever, and after taking an injection last night to reduce the fever, Han Sen hugged him tightly to sleep. Han Sen knew clearly that Nietzsche was actually sweating a lot.

It is inconvenient for Nietzsche to take a shower now, so Han Sen decided to wipe off the sweat stains on Nietzsche himself.

Han Sen picked up the wrung-out towel, and the scrunchie tied up Nietzsche's long hair, then stood up, stood behind Nietzsche, and wiped Nietzsche's body carefully from the back of his neck.

"Arm up."

Han Sen was disappointed that Nietzsche raised his arm, picked up Nietzsche's arm with the palm of his hand, and began to wipe his arm.

After wiping, Han Sen put the towel in the basin, went to the closet and took out Nietzsche's pajamas, let him wear them, sat on the side of the bed and lowered his head to button the pajamas, and buttoned it to Nietzsche's neck When he was unbuttoning, Han Sen's eyes fell on the protruding Adam's apple on Nietzsche's neck, and then on his bright red lips.

Everything is so inconsistent.So so violating.

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche's plump lips silently, and buttoned the last button on the front of Nietzsche's pajamas. Han Sen silently moved his lips to Nietzsche's lips, kissed Nietzsche's lips, and looked into Nietzsche's eyes seriously , "Lutheran, even if you are old, you are my only wife, and I will definitely take good care of you. If two people choose to live together, they should be responsible for the rest of their lives, right?"

Han Sen lowered his head and gently held Nietzsche's palm.

In Han Sen's world view and family view, if he chooses to be together, then he can't give up halfway for any reason. No matter what happens, he will not be the type who starts and ends.

Whether it is a person or a job, Han Sen pays attention to it, starting well and ending well.

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen. Since Han Sen did the first thing for him many years ago, Nietzsche knew that Han Sen was very serious in his work and life. .

"How do I know, I'm never married."

Nietzsche smiled softly.

Han Sen stood up,

"Let's talk about other things. I will give you a drip first, so as not to suddenly have a fever again."

Han Sen restrained all his expressions, picked up the medicine that had been mixed by the doctor, then took the instruction manual and the precautions that the doctor wrote on the paper and handed over to study it, and finally took out the unopened infusion tube .

When the infusion started, Han Sen took Nietzsche's palm and began to disinfect the back of Nietzsche's hand with sterilized cotton.

Nietzsche shrank his arms subconsciously, his face turned pale, and Han Sen knew he was afraid of needles.

Han Sen put the tip of the needle on the back of Nietzsche's hand, sticking tightly to the skin, and slowly pushed the tip of the needle in, piercing into Nietzsche's delicate skin.

As if being fucked by Han Sen, Nietzsche gently opened his lips and gasped. At that moment, he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Han Sen saw Nietzsche's pale cheeks, smiled softly, and immediately picked up the medical tape to fix the infusion tube on Nietzsche's wrist.

"Okay."

Nietzsche panted, his lips became more and more red, wishing that everything would end immediately.

"All right,"

Han Sen gently placed Nietzsche's palm beside the bed, and then took out a delicate velvet box from the pocket of his coat. It was the one that Nietzsche saw last time, and Han Sen and Justin picked together.

Han Sen opened the velvet jewelry box and took out a very delicate platinum necklace. When Nietzsche was still pale, he picked up the necklace from the box, wrapped it around Nietzsche's neck, and put it on Nietzsche's neck, " Uncle, let's get married. I announced it at the banquet before."

Nietzsche looked down at the necklace on his neck. It was a delicate naked chain, shining with delicate and elegant luster under the sunlight outside the window.

"Kneel down."

Nietzsche said suddenly.

Han Sen was taken aback.

Nietzsche turned his head to look at Han Sen with an arrogant expression:

"Should I kneel down for a marriage proposal?"

Han Sen knelt down on one knee beside the bed,

"Nietzsche Lutheran, are you willing to marry me?"

Satisfied, Nietzsche handed the palm of the infusion to Han Sen,

"Of course, no one is worthy of you except me."

Han Sen smiled happily, lowered his head and kissed the back of Nietzsche's hand.

"Uncle, since you have agreed to get married, let's get another drip tomorrow. It will be bad if you get sick during the wedding."

Nietzsche lay down on the bed a little annoyed, and raised his palm to cover his eyes.

Why does it feel like I fell into a trap when I officially married Han Sen?

Nietzsche turned his face to look at Han Sen's solemn expression, thinking silently in his heart.

Nietzsche had never had this feeling of being controlled by others.

Han Sen has always done things step by step. Sometimes even Nietzsche can't understand what kind of purpose Han Sen has, but invisibly, everything is being realized in the way Han Sen wants.

Just as Han Sen insisted on having a child before, Nietzsche really didn't understand why Han Sen wanted to do this.

Nietzsche slowly began to understand after a long, many-year reflex arc.

In general, Han Sen is really a man who is very suitable for the family.

profound.correct.It would be perfect if it were more talkative.