Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

After coming out of the warehouse, Han Sen walked straight towards the cell.

Feng Bai told the others to leave first, and followed behind Han Sen by himself.

"Han Sen, when can I bring the goods in?"

Feng Bai looked at Han Sen excitedly, his eyes fixed on Han Sen's face.

Han Sen thought for a while:

"It will probably be brought in in the next two days. Shen Zui will send someone to bring the things in. Then you can go to the kitchen to get them. I have already arranged a new job for you."

"What job?"

Feng Bai raised his head and looked straight at Han Sen.

When he entered the prison before, he was arranged by the warden to be in charge of sewing in the shoe factory according to the rules. God knows how disgusted he is to do those things now. He feels that sooner or later his fair and beautiful hands will be taken by the shoe factory. Those sewing jobs were ruined.

And the men who work with him all look dirty, those smelly men are really annoying.

Unexpectedly, Han Sen actually changed a job for himself!

Thinking of Han Sen thinking about himself like this, Feng Bai raised his head and looked at Han Sen with a smile.

And Han Sen himself has long since stopped working in the prison, but he still takes Nietzsche's clothes to the laundry room to wash and dry them every day. This has persisted for more than a year, and gradually become a habit.

Han Sen was still walking, walked straight towards his prison building, and said with no expression on his face: "Kitchen, I will arrange the work of the kitchen for you."

Feng Bai jumped up suddenly, said with a smile:

"Han Sen, you are so kind! You are really my good brother!!"

Kitchen work can be regarded as a fat job in the prison. Not only can you eat whatever you want, but it is also very convenient when you do a lot of "little tricks".

Most of the people in the kitchen got in through connections. Han Sen spent some money to get Feng Bai to work in the kitchen. It will be very convenient for Feng Bai to sell marijuana. This is a shortcut.

Especially when the dining trolley is delivering food to the cells on each floor, Feng Bai can take advantage of this convenience to sell his "goods".

"I didn't expect that I, Mr. Bai, could go back to my old job~~hahaha~~ My young master Bai is back!..."

Feng Bai pinched his waist and laughed exaggeratedly three times. At this time, Han Sen had already entered the corridor leading to Area B (white area).

"Okay, you go back first."

The two stood on the stairs, Han Sen said to Feng Bai.

Feng Bai twisted his waist, blinked and said:

"Han Sen~ Then I'll go sit with you~ I'm really bored by myself~"

Han Sen raised his wrist to look at the time, shook his head and said:

"No, I'm going to Nietzsche."

Feng Bai wrinkled his nose, looked at Han Sen in annoyance and said:

"Why go to him every day? He's just a pervert who likes to sleep with men!"

Han Sen glanced at Feng Bai coldly, and said in a deep voice:

"To shut up."

Feng Bai snorted and stared straight at Han Sen.

Han Sen said lightly:

"Go back."

After speaking, he turned around and made a gesture to leave.

Feng Bai raised his eyebrows, rolled his eyes, and quickly stuck them on, twisted his waist and stood beside Han Sen and said, "Han Sen~ you'd better not go to Nietzsche's room now~"

Han Sen turned to look at him.

Feng Bai opened his mouth with a smile, and said in a sissy way:

"Han Sen~ I saw Nietzsche bring a muscular man into the room. That handsome muscular man seems to be following Nietzsche all day long? It's like telling everyone that he wants Nietzsche to fuck him~"

Han Sen pursed his lips,

"I know."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen walked over slowly and stood outside Nietzsche's door. The muscular man's intermittent cry came from inside. This gentle voice was completely different from his appearance.

Han Sen closed his eyes slightly for two seconds, then opened his eyes, opened the door of his cell, and walked in.

Feng Bai raised his eyebrows and smiled proudly, the light in his eyes flashed away, and he quickly followed into Han Sen's room.

"What are we going to do? ~..."

Feng Bai twisted his waist and turned his head, and suddenly saw Han Sen standing beside the bed undressing, Feng Bai suddenly froze in place, staring straight at Han Sen's perfect back, completely speechless, Han Sen He reached out and took the clothes and pants he took off, threw them in the bathroom, and walked out wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts. Seeing Feng Bai's expression and demeanor, he frowned in displeasure, and his tone seemed a little cold, "Feng Bai white."

Feng Bai until Han Sen didn't like men looking at him with such eyes. Every time he encountered this kind of situation, no matter what kind of relationship he was with, Han Sen would become abnormally cold.

Knowing that Han Sen would be very unhappy because of this, Feng Bai quickly came back to his senses, just looked at Han Sen with a smile, and then quickly sat on the edge of Han Sen's dining table.

"Something to drink."

Han Sen turned on the TV with the remote control, poured a cup of hot water and held it in his hand, then raised his head and took a sip. From the beginning to the end, his expression was always cold, but there was still a slight unhappiness in his expression .

"I want to drink hot water too~"

As Feng Bai said, he looked straight at Han Sen's body. The broad shoulders gave people a sense of security, the strong waist without a trace of fat, and the slender and powerful legs.

From head to toe, Han Sen's body is smooth and clear, without any sense of oppression, but it looks full of strength. This is a real man's body... Feng Bai swallowed carefully.

Han Sen nodded, put down the glass in his hand, turned around and bent down to pour Feng Bai a glass.

Feng Bai quickly picked up Han Sen's used cup, kissed the mouth of the cup that Han Sen's lips touched just now, then put the cup back on the table, and quickly retracted his head, feeling satisfied. Smiled, the expression looked as cheap as it could be.

Han Sen turned his head and saw Feng Bai smiling silently, looking straight at his cup. Han Sen didn't ask anything, but just handed Feng Bai the cup containing hot water.

"Drink, go back after drinking."

Han Sen glanced at Feng Bai expressionlessly, then turned around and watched the news on TV without saying a word.

"Oh...thank you...for your hot water..."

Feng Bai glared at Han Sen annoyedly, and then slowly sipped hot water, hoping to delay the time and try to spend more time alone with Han Sen when the night was approaching.

Being alone with the person you like, even for a minute, is as romantic as a lifetime.

The handsome muscular man across the door was still in Nietzsche's room, and there was a faint voice coming from inside, Feng Bai rolled his eyes, and suddenly smiled and said: "Hey, Han Sen, tell me, why are there so many men Do you like to put stickers on Nietzsche? Is it because Nietzsche is good-looking and rich? Why do men take the initiative to send Nietzsche to his door? I really don’t know what kind of person a person like Nietzsche would like. You say, Does Nietzsche really like that muscular man..."

"boom--"

There was a banging sound from the opposite room.

Feng Bai found that Han Sen suddenly suppressed all the expressions on his face. Han Sen stood there without saying a word, and heard the sound of opening the door outside, and the man's hoarse voice: "Good night, Mr. Nietzsche, you are really great, If you need anything next time, call me over, I'm always available, I'm willing to do anything for you..."

Then there was the sound of a door closing.

Han Sen strode over, stretched out his hand to open the door, and suddenly saw the blond-haired muscular man standing in the corridor, wearing trousers and a simple black shirt, looking at Nietzsche's room reluctantly. Door.

Han Sen looked at the man coldly. The collar of the shirt was probably torn, exposing the muscles on his chest and the red marks on the muscles.

"good evening."

The muscular man smiled at Han Sen, the corners of his mouth were red, and his golden hair was wetly attached to his forehead.

Backlighting Han Sen's expression was unusually sinister, his eyes glowed with a cold breath, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and a word stood out coldly: "Get out."

The muscular man first looked at Han Sen in surprise, then his expression changed, he raised his eyebrows at Han Sen and smiled meaninglessly, turned around and leaned on the wall with one hand, walked out with trembling legs and sloppy steps.

"Han Sen, what's wrong?"

Feng Bai suddenly noticed Han Sen's strangeness, his cold and frightening expression was terrifying.

"Drink it up."

Han Sen looked at the cup on the table, there was still half of it.

"Leave after drinking."

Feng Bai hurriedly said:

"Han Sen, are you unhappy? If you are unhappy, you can..." You can tell me.

"go out."

Before Feng Bai finished speaking, Han Sen grabbed him by the collar and threw him out.

Feng Bai snorted displeasedly, stamped his feet unwillingly and left.

Han Sen stood by the door, closed his eyes gently, and pressed his thin lips tightly together. He stood quietly in the corridor for a while. Han Sen silently collected his expression and lowered his head Eyelids, he opened the door and entered Nietzsche's room.