Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

As soon as he woke up the next morning, Han Sen planned to discuss various issues with Anna in his heart.

His real plan was to have a formal meeting with Anna with Nietzsche, and then have an open and honest exchange with each other, because Nietzsche has always been more hesitant about this matter, and it seems difficult to accept it.

So when Han Sen got up together in the morning, he leaned on the bed with his arms around Nietzsche again, planning to have a good time with him.Hope to convince Nietzsche in a moment.

Nietzsche never gave everyone face, and he never liked to accommodate others, only others accommodated him.

Han Sen knew that it would be impossible to convince him to meet Anna by coaxing him once, and even if he coaxed him, he might not get the result he wanted.

"Mr. Han, are you going downstairs to have breakfast this morning, or do you want us to bring breakfast to your room?"

The butler stood respectfully outside the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door, put his head close to the door, and asked Han Sen in the room in a low voice.

Because when Han Sen slept with Nietzsche for the night, he often ate directly in the bedroom the next day.

Han Sen was lying on the bed, holding Nietzsche in his arms, and gently stroking Nietzsche's hair, "Lutheran, do you want to eat on the bed or downstairs?"

Nietzsche's eyelids drooped slightly. Hearing Han Sen talking to him, he opened his eyes and glanced at Han Sen: "I don't want to go out, and I don't want to go downstairs to eat."

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

"I didn't eat anything last night, aren't you hungry now?"

Nietzsche pulled his lips silently, and said with a gloomy expression:

"I didn't eat anything. Hmph, Han Sen, do you have a bad memory? What did you make me swallow last night? After doing it a few times, I was full by you."

Han Sen smiled softly, turned to the butler and said:

"Send it up and ask Lili to bring it in."

"Okay, Mr. Han."

After speaking, the butler withdrew.

After a while, Lili followed Han Sen's instructions and brought in breakfast.

Nietzsche and Han Sen were still sitting on the bed when they entered the door. Han Sen was reading a morning newspaper in his hand. Nietzsche was leaning on Han Sen, with his arms on Han Sen's waist and his cheek on Han Sen's chest. , Close your eyes and start to sleep again.

Nietzsche and Han Sen had conflicts before, so he was sleeping by himself for a long time, so the quality of sleep was not very good. Now that Han Sen is back, it is natural to sleep comfortably with Han Sen in his arms, so he is always very sleepy .

"Mr. Han, breakfast for you and Mr. Nietzsche is here."

Lili stood neatly by the door, holding a plate in her hand.

Nietzsche's eyes still didn't open, didn't move at all, Lili lowered her eyes slightly, Han Sen nodded silently, without taking his eyes off the newspaper, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, Put breakfast on the coffee table."

Lili nodded, walked over with the plate, and put it on the coffee table next to the bed, Han Sen could reach it with one hand.

"Then, Miss Anna, how do you see the arrangement?"

Lili asked about Han Sen's arrangement for Anna.

Han Sen finally put down the newspaper in his hand, and glanced at Nietzsche who was pasted on his body, "Now take Miss Anna to the living room downstairs to have breakfast, treat me well, I don't plan to go out today, maybe later Go find her."

"Okay. Mr. Han."

After finishing speaking, Lili turned around and walked out, then closed the door outside.

Now that the breakfast has been delivered, Han Sen put down the newspaper in his hand, took a bowl of porridge from the plate, then reached out and gently stroked Nietzsche's forehead, "Get up and have breakfast, Nietzsche."

Nietzsche opened his eyes coldly, frowning displeasedly,

"Han Sen, who told you to call me by my first name?"

Han Sen smiled softly, squeezed Nietzsche's chin and said:

"In the future, your beautiful name will be crowned with my surname. Why can't I just call you by your first name?"

"Okay, let's have something to eat, don't be starved, and be careful to hurt your stomach."

After speaking, Han Sen brought the porridge to Nietzsche with a spoon.

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen, opened his mouth, put the porridge in his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, and swallowed it.

Chinese white porridge doesn't have much taste, but it has a refreshing taste and nourishes the stomach. Han Sen thinks Nietzsche, who is picky and anorexic, should eat more of this kind of food.

No matter how many years he has lived in Italy, Han Sen still likes traditional Chinese food the most.

"Is it delicious?"

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche and took a bite himself.

Nietzsche frowned. For a Caucasian like him who is obsessed with Western-style cold dishes, he must not like it, because it has almost no taste in his mouth.

"Unappetizing."

Nietzsche shook his head in disgust, the expression on his face was undisguised.

Han Sen also gave an acknowledgment, indicating that he knew, and then put the spoon next to Nietzsche's mouth: "Hey, open your mouth and try to finish this big bowl."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen, and finally opened his mouth and ate the food until he really finished a big bowl.

After Nietzsche finished eating, Han Sen hugged Nietzsche and made out for a while, then asked, "Let's go talk to Miss Anna later."

When Han Sen mentioned the name Anna, Nietzsche's calm face quickly condensed, and then he pushed Han Sen away, turned around and slept on the side of the bed, without looking at Han Sen's face: "Go yourself."

Han Sen leaned over, put his cheek on Nietzsche's neck, and said in a deep voice:

"Nietzsche Han, get dressed and come downstairs with me."

Hearing that Han Sen really put his own surname in front of his own name, Nietzsche was startled suddenly, but still shook his head.

"I'm not interested in women, you can figure it out yourself."

After speaking, Nietzsche stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Han Sen sat on the bed by himself, watching the bathroom door closed expressionlessly, and heard the sound of water coming from inside.

Nietzsche did not accept Han Sen's proposal in the end, and Han Sen arranged to meet Anna alone.

"Miss Anna, please follow me downstairs now, Mr. Han is already waiting for you in the hall."

When Anna was resting in the room, the butler went upstairs and knocked on the door. He stood outside the door and reminded Anna to let Anna go downstairs with him now. Han Sen was already waiting downstairs.

"Oh, oh, okay!"

Hearing that Han Sen was waiting for her downstairs, Anna quickly stood up, walked to the dressing table in the room, neatly arranged her clothes and hair in front of the mirror, and then hurried to the door In front, I stretched out my hand to open the door. After standing still, I asked the housekeeper a little shyly: "Is Mr. Han the only one? Mr. Nietzsche...?"

The butler glanced at Anna and said with a smile:

"Yes, only Mr. Han is meeting with you. Mr. Nietzsche needs to rest now. He won't come out if there is nothing special."

Hearing what the housekeeper said, a disappointed expression flashed across Anna's face. Anna nodded silently, and then whispered, "It's not an important thing, is it?"

Regarding Anna's words, the housekeeper pretended not to hear, and still smiled and said, "Then, Miss Anna, are you ready now? If you are, come downstairs with me."

"Ok!"

Anna nodded happily, pulled herself together, and followed the housekeeper downstairs.

In fact, Anna has never met Han Sen before, and today is the first time, but Han Sen has read her detailed information.

The reason why Anna trusts Han Sen more is because the person who introduced Anna said that Han Sen is a very mature, stable and responsible man. Anna was very familiar with the person she introduced before, so Anna finally agreed to this. matter.

Anna walked through the corridor and walked downstairs with the housekeeper. When standing in the corridor on the second floor, Anna turned her face sideways, lowered her head, and saw a tall oriental man sitting on the sofa in the hall downstairs.

Anna thought this should be Han Sen.

The intermediary said that Mr. Han is young but has a successful career in a high position. Anna had pictured Han Sen's appearance countless times in her mind before, but she didn't see it until today.

Han Sen was wearing a white low-necked sweater with a gray men's cardigan over it. His black hair was let down, and his legs were slender and straight.

Anna looked down and could see Han Sen's tall nose and thin lips. Before Anna came down, Han Sen was looking down at a morning newspaper. Behind him stood a man in a suit and leather shoes. The man stood behind Han Sen without saying a word.

Looking at it from a distance, Anna felt that Han Sen looked very serious, but overall he felt very homely.

But Anna couldn't see Han Sen's face at the moment, and vaguely felt that this man's appearance must be very good.

"Mr. Han, Miss Anna is down."

The butler quickly walked to the sofa and reminded Han Sen of his life.

Han Sen stood up with a polite smile on his face. Anna looked at Han Sen's face in a daze. She didn't expect Han Sen to have a face that made women can't help but think about it.

Anna suddenly understood at this moment that Nietzsche's stunning face was really only qualified to stand by his side.

"Hi, Mr. Han, nice to meet you!"

Anna reached out to shake Han Sen's hand.

Han Sen nodded:

"Hello, Miss Anna."

"Please sit down."

Han Sen has always been a polite person, and he would not be rude to anyone casually. Anna's favorability for Han Sen instantly increased, and she felt that such a host gave people a very calm and reliable feeling.

"Miss Anna, I think the butler has shown you around this villa last night. You also stayed here last night. How do you feel?"

Han Sen asked thoughtfully.

Anna smiled, stretched out her hand to brush her hair, raised her head and looked around, nodded in admiration and said, "I'm quite satisfied with the environment here, it's very quiet outside, far away from the urban area, so there won't be any noise It’s noisy, and everyone treats me well, so I’m quite satisfied.”

Han Sen's current servants in the villa are all carefully selected to serve Nietzsche Lutheran. The temper, habits, and professionalism of these servants are impeccable, otherwise it is not easy for ordinary people Serve Nietzsche, who is so picky and fickle.

When Anna met such a servant, she naturally felt that everyone treated her very well.

The real fact is that even a poor servant, after serving Nietzsche for a period of time, will naturally become obedient, without any temper, and dare not have it.

Han Sen nodded:

"Because in the next year, you may have to live here. This matter is very important to me and Nietzsche. In the future, the child will become an important member of our family, so we naturally hope that the child will live here. We can live here when we are in the mother’s womb, and we can fully ensure the safety of the child.”

Han Sen paused, looked at Anna seriously and said:

"Miss Anna, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can just bring it up, and I will satisfy all your requirements."

Han Sen was considerate and polite, leaving Anna speechless.

Anna quickly shook her head,

"No, no, Mr. Han, I really don't have any dissatisfaction, I feel really at ease here! I am also very happy to help you realize this wish!"

Han Sen nodded, waved his hand, and dismissed all the people standing in the hall, leaving only the butler to stay, then turned to Anna Han Sen and said, "Miss Anna, since we have made such a decision, then tonight If so, I will ask the family doctor to come over to examine you, and make specific arrangements, and the conditions promised to you before will be realized for the child in the near future, then, do you have any thoughts about the child's father himself?"

Because Han Sen and Nietzsche are both men, they only need to provide sperm, so Anna, who is a surrogate mother, naturally has her own right to choose whether to choose Han Sen's or Nietzsche's, Han Sen still needs to respect the ideas of the parties involved.

But in fact, Han Sen has already made a decision, otherwise she would not choose Anna with red hair and green eyes.

Han Sen has always wanted a child who looks like Nietzsche, and light-colored eyes like green eyes are the same as blue eyes. You must be with someone with the same eyeballs to have the next generation with the same color eyes. If one of the eyes is the same color A little heavier, it is impossible to give birth to the next generation of green eyes.

Anna smiled shyly,

"I think your lover is really a rare handsome man."

"Have you seen him?"

Han Sen asked her.

Anna remembered that she had interrupted Nietzsche playing the piano a few days ago, and suddenly felt a little shy again, nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Nietzsche doesn't seem to like to talk much..."

After saying this, Anna suddenly felt that it was too impolite for her to comment on Nietzsche so presumptuously, so she looked at Han Sen's face nervously.

But Han Sen didn't have any special expression on his face, he just nodded and said, "Yes, he is a very restrained person."

Feeling that Han Sen didn't seem to care about that matter, Anna smiled slightly,

"I hope my child will have red hair in the future. Mr. Nietzsche's red hair is really beautiful, and he is a truly beautiful man I have never seen."

Han Sen pulled his lips and smiled silently. Anna obviously expressed her point of view very tactfully. Han Sen restrained his expression and nodded: "His face is indeed good-looking, everyone said so."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen stood up,

"Then it's settled. Miss Anna, you can rest assured here to recuperate. The servants here will take good care of you. If you have any requirements, just ask them."

Anna also hurriedly stood up:

"Please, Mr. Han! Thank you for choosing me!"

Han Sen shook his head:

"I should thank you."

The butler saw that Han Sen and Anna had finished talking. Now that everything was said and everything was settled, Han Sen didn't seem to want to continue the conversation. The butler took Anna upstairs in a timely and polite manner. .

Han Sen stood in the hall, politely watching Anna's back disappear into the corridor. Han Sen immediately walked up and walked towards Nietzsche's bedroom.

Han Sen had nothing to do all day, so he planned to stay with Nietzsche in the afternoon.

Nietzsche's personality is not very lively, quite gloomy, but it does not mean that he is autistic.

Nietzsche is really not autistic at all, he just doesn't like to talk nonsense.

When he was imprisoned in a Roman prison, Nietzsche always insisted on going out to the playground every day and sitting on the benches in the playground for half an hour to 10 minutes. Unless it was the middle of winter when the snow began to fall profusely, Nietzsche would stay there. Don't go out of the room, because Nietzsche really doesn't like cold weather.

But Han Sen didn't let him go out at all, especially after the incident at Shen Zui's wedding, Han Sen could say that he kept Nietzsche within the agreed range.

"It's better that no one see your face, no one hears your voice, no one knows your name. It's better that everyone forgets you."

That's what Han Sen told Nietzsche a few days ago.

He didn't like Nietzsche's deceptive face in front of people.

It is indeed very superficial to judge a person from the perspective of beauty alone, but it is really naive to underestimate the deterrent power of appearance.

With Nietzsche's appearance and temperament, there are really many men and women who are willing to stick to him.

However, in Han Sen's eyes, Nietzsche Lutheran was born with no sense of chastity. Han Sen was unwilling to face those nasty things again and again, so he simply trapped Nietzsche.

It is better for two people to suffer than to suffer alone.

It is better to make Nietzsche miserable than to make oneself miserable.

When Han Sen walked upstairs, Nietzsche was not in the bedroom, but in Han Sen's study, standing in front of Han Sen's desk, pressing his finger on the lower right corner of the document that Han Sen had opened on the desk, with a blank expression on his face Looking at the documents on the desk, his eyes fell directly on the documents.

Han Sen walked over, hugged Nietzsche's waist from behind, and asked in a deep voice:

"looking at what."

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen with no expression on his face, pointed at the document on the table, and moved his fingertip to the middle of the document, "See for yourself what's wrong."

Han Sen lowered his head and glanced at it, and sure enough, he saw something was wrong.

"It's been a waste of teaching you these past few years. You will still make such low-level mistakes."

Nietzsche turned his head and looked at Han Sen coldly, with an obvious expression of disdain on his face.

Nietzsche has always done things very meticulously in his life and never made mistakes in details. When Han Sen was working under him, Nietzsche always reminded him to be careful.

The only time Nietzsche suffered a loss and made a mistake in his life was when he was defeated by Han Sen.

This was actually something he hadn't thought of.

Han Sen coughed in embarrassment, picked up a pen to revise it, and when he raised his head, Nietzsche turned his head and looked out of the window, his eyes fixed on the window.

It was noon at this moment, the sun outside the window was unusually bright, and the rhododendrons by the window in the garden of the villa were all in bloom, a large area of ​​bright red, sticking to the wall and window, unusually bright and dazzling, as if in the daytime A huge flame burns in it.

"Nietzsche."

Han Sen reached out and pinched Nietzsche's chin forcefully, forcing him to turn his head to look at him, and then pressed his head towards his lips.

Nietzsche frowned, looking displeased.

"What are you going to do?"

Han Sen asked directly.

Nietzsche blinked, looked at the sunlight outside and said:

"I want to get out."

Han Sen smiled silently, pointed to his lips and said:

"Kiss me and I'll take you out."

Nietzsche looked straight at Han Sen, and pressed his lips together. As soon as Nietzsche's lips touched Han Sen's, he suddenly raised his hand and pinched Nietzsche's neck.

Nietzsche opened his mouth obediently, and Han Sen kissed him wetly.

"You haven't gone out for a long time. Whether your eyes hurt or not, why don't you go out later."

Han Sen looked into Nietzsche's eyes and suggested.

Nietzsche shook his head:

"Your eyes don't hurt, just go out now."

Han Sen smiled, reached out and patted Nietzsche's cheek,

"Be good, uncle, be obedient, and take you out at night, or your eyes will be stabbed."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen raised his hand and touched Nietzsche's cheek. Nietzsche stood there without saying a word. He raised his hand and pushed Han Sen's face away. He walked to the window, put his finger on the edge of the window sill, and kept his eyes on the window. On the bright red rhododendrons by the wall.

Han Sen stuck it up, his cheek on Nietzsche's side face:

"Nietzsche, is that why you want to go out?"

Nietzsche nodded silently, turned around and hugged Han Sen's neck, opened his mouth to bite Han Sen's lips, and then kissed Han Sen hard.

After a while, Nietzsche raised his head, looked straight at Han Sen and said:

"Even if you have a pet, you can't stay at home all the time, right?"

Han Sen stretched out his hands to straighten Nietzsche's scattered hair on his forehead, and said expressionlessly: "If you are my pet, I will definitely lock you on my wrist with a chain."

Han Sen has this confidence. As long as Nietzsche can bear it, he can just stay in one place with him for the rest of his life, and he won't get bored—even if he doesn't do anything or say anything.

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen with a gloomy expression:

"That doesn't seem to make any difference now."

Han Sen smiled in a low voice:

"Angry?"

Nietzsche lowered his eyelids and looked at the ground coldly without saying a word.

Han Sen lowered his head, looked at Nietzsche, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Call me husband, and I'll take you out."

Nietzsche frowned, remained silent for two seconds, looked straight at Han Sen, and shouted, "Husband."

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Before Han Sen took Nietzsche out, he found a pair of brown toad mirrors and put them on Nietzsche's face to cover his eyes.

Han Sen knew that if Nietzsche's eyes were exposed to direct sunlight, he would definitely feel very uncomfortable. Because Nietzsche lost his temper with Han Sen before, he didn't want to talk to Han Sen for a while, and he didn't go out. He stayed in the bedroom with the curtains drawn during the day If you don't go out, if you go out suddenly now, your eyes will definitely be uncomfortable.

"Let's go and see Shen Zui."

Han Sen actually didn't have any entertainment life. He mostly went out to talk about business, and then went home.

After returning home, Han Sen either stays with Nietzsche or reads in the study, plus Han Sen really doesn't like to go to those messy places, so now when going out, the only thing Han Sen can think of is to visit Shen Zui or Feng Bai, But Feng Bai's place is actually not a good place, Han Sen thought about it briefly, and finally decided to visit Shen Zui.

For Han Sen, this is considered "going out".

"Shen Zui? Why did you go to Shen Zui's place? Does the two of us have anything to do with him when we go out?"

When Nietzsche heard that Han Sen was going to take him to Shen Zui's house, his expression became displeased. He had nothing to say to Shen Zui, and more importantly, Nietzsche never took Shen Zui seriously.

So far, the only one who can leave an influence and impression in Nietzsche's heart is Han Sen.

Han Sen opened the door and signaled Nietzsche to get in the car.

"Otherwise, where are you going? When you go out, you should visit friends. Don't you want to go to some messy place?"

Han Sen has always been very conservative and traditional, and no matter what earth-shattering things he has done, it will not affect Han Sen's traditional tendencies in social life and interpersonal communication.

"Han Sen, you are only in your twenties, but you look like an old man now."

Nietzsche was still very unhappy, and soon this displeasure was passed on to Han Sen.

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche seriously:

"Then where are you going, to those messy places? Lutheran, your past was a mess, and now you have changed these bad habits for me."

"No one but me can stand you, Lutheran."

Watching Nietzsche take off the sunglasses on his eyes, Han Sen took the glasses from the front of the car with a serious expression, and forced Nietzsche to put them on his face.

"I think we can go somewhere else."

Raising his hand to straighten the glasses on the bridge of his nose, Nietzsche still didn't want to get intoxicated there.

"no,"

Han Sen started the car blankly,

"You don't know where you are going, so stay by my side obediently, and don't try to mess with those messy boys."

Nietzsche pursed his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything, and obediently went to Shen Zui's house with Han Sen.

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Before, Han Sen gave the villa next to him to Shen Zui. Before Shen Zui had people redecorate the villa according to Bai Jin's favorite method. It will probably take a long time before the completion of the project, so they haven't lived in it yet.

So now Shen Zui and Bai Jin live in the original apartment which is very close to the city center.

Several months have passed since Shen Zui got married. When Bai Jin and Shen Zui got married, they were actually pregnant for several months, but it was not obvious at the time, but now the protruding abdomen is very obvious.

"Hello, Mr. Han!"

Before Han Sen went, he had called Shen Zui, so when Han Sen got there, Shen Zui and his wife were already standing at the door to welcome Han Sen and Nietzsche.

Bai Jin stood on the steps in front of the door with her big belly, looking at Nietzsche with a gentle smile.

Nietzsche actually had very little contact with women, including his own mother.

Nietzsche was always with his father when he was a child, and his mother went out to hold concerts from time to time, so she seldom went home to accompany Nietzsche.

Even if his mother came home, she still had to participate in the activities in the circle, and most of the time was given to those ladies with excess energy. Nietzsche could only see his mother at night before going to bed.

Therefore, Nietzsche had very few impressions of women in his childhood and early youth, and he had no experience with women later on. The underground world belongs to men, and even if women exist, they are not pleasing.

But Bai Jin is such a rare woman that Nietzsche doesn't dislike her very much.

"Hello, Ms. Bai."

Nietzsche nodded to Bai Jin.

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche and Bai Jin, waved his hand and said:

"Bai Jin is pregnant now, so don't come out and walk around casually, and rest more at home."

Bai Jin smiled because of Han Sen's thoughtfulness, then turned around clutching her stomach and walked slowly up the stairs and into the apartment.

When Nietzsche entered the door, Shen Zui pulled Han Sen and said something. He wanted to smoke, but Han Sen stopped him. The two stood by the window and continued talking.

Nietzsche sat opposite Bai Jin, silently drinking the tea in front of him.

"Mr. Han is a man who attaches great importance to his family, and he will definitely be a good husband. I think Mr. Nietzsche and Mr. Han must be very happy to live together, right?"

Bai Jin took a sip of the boiled water in front of him, and then took the initiative to talk to Nietzsche.

Nietzsche was taken aback for a moment, because generally no one, especially women, can take the initiative to talk to Nietzsche.For women, Nietzsche always makes them watch from afar, secretly admiring him madly in their hearts, but they dare not go up to him and really touch him.

Nietzsche raised his head, and Bai Jin was looking at him with a smile.

Nietzsche thought for a moment, then nodded:

"Yes. Han Sen is a very traditional man."

Bai Jin glanced at the platinum ring on Nietzsche's finger,

"This is what Mr. Han gave you?"

Nietzsche looked at his fingers, then nodded, "Yes."

Nietzsche turned his head and found that Han Sen was looking this way, his gaze stayed on his face, and when he met Nietzsche's gaze, he turned his head away again.

"Jin'er, come here!"

Shen Zui chatted with Han Sen for a while, then walked to Bai Jin with a smile, stretched out his hand to help Bai Jin up, and brought him to the window. Nietzsche was still sitting on the sofa, drinking tea in silence.

After a while, Nietzsche turned his head and saw Shen Zui holding Han Sen's palm and pressing it against Bai Jin's stomach. Bai Jin looked at Han Sen with a gentle smile.

The expression on Han Sen's face was obviously taken aback, and his body stiffened.

"Han Sen, touch it, there is a baby inside."

Shen Zui smiled gently at Han Sen.

Seeing the intoxicated smile, Han Sen obviously relaxed his body, spread his five fingers, and gently pressed the palm of his hand on Bai Jin's stomach.

Large swaths of the sun outside the window fell in and landed on Han Sen's handsome face on his shoulders.

The branches and leaves of the lush sycamore tree outside the window swayed in front of the window, and the snow-white light spots in the shade swayed with the curtains.

Nietzsche saw the corners of Han Sen's mouth twitching slowly, and a slight smile appeared on his face.