Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

In fact, Han Sen planned to return to Italy the next morning, but the weather in Brazil has been very unstable due to the wind and snow these days.

Han Sen had no choice but to delay for a while, wait until the wind and snow stopped, and then fly back to Italy. He couldn't bet his life because of emotional problems. On such objective and critical issues, Han Sen has always been more rational .

After Qiu Ye grabbed Lili, he quickly returned to Italy. Fortunately, nothing dangerous happened on the way, so they all returned to Italy safely.

Because Nietzsche voluntarily stays with Han Sen now, and is willing to stay by Han Sen and Han Xiu's side almost all the time, then the forces under Nietzsche are naturally blocked by the people brought by Han Sen. .

Feng Bai suggested that Han Sen kill Nietzsche's current subordinates, but Han Sen just waved to Feng Bai and said that he only needs to kill a few main confidants, and Han Sen can temporarily take over the rest.

Then, Eddie, who had escaped from Han Sen for many years, was finally beheaded by Feng Baidai at the behest of Han Sen on a dark and stormy night.

Next, Han Sen plans to send people from Italy to take over Nietzsche's power and business here, because only Nietzsche's confidants are directly subordinate to Nietzsche Lutheran himself, so the remaining soldiers will naturally It is possible to change the owner.

To them, there is almost no difference between the change of dynasty in their company. As long as they can get money, everything will be fine. They don't have the so-called integrity and credibility to speak of.

But Han Sen didn't make it clear what he planned to do with Nietzsche Lutheran.

Han Sen didn't say that he would bring Nietzsche back and put him under house arrest like before, nor did he say that he would kill Nietzsche and let him die in a foreign land directly, which can be regarded as an explanation for his past.

Even Han Sen's confidant, Feng Bai, doesn't know what Han Sen is planning to do now. For Nietzsche's business, Han Sen will definitely swallow it, but for Nietzsche, every time he hurts, he will encounter One of the key people we met, Han Sen really didn't express his opinion at all, Feng Bai felt at a loss.

But this is Han Sen's own business after all, so Feng Bai never asked.

However, when eating breakfast one morning, Han Sen gave Nietzsche a straightforward answer.

"Han Sen, when do you plan to go back?"

Nietzsche sat at one side of the table in his nightgown, his red hair hanging down his cheeks.

Han Sen sat on the main seat of the dining table, lowered his head and concentrated on eating breakfast, while Han Xiu obediently sat beside Nietzsche, and Nietzsche fed Han Xiu with a spoon in his hand.

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche and caught a glimpse of the light red hickey on Nietzsche's collarbone, which was the mark he left on Nietzsche after the night came.

Since reuniting with Han Sen, Nietzsche has become very hard to satisfy, because he only needs to bear it. Nietzsche pestered Han Sen for money almost every night, making Han Sen want to vomit.

We have said before that once Nietzsche wants a lot in this kind of thing, he will ask for it unscrupulously and without restraint.

Han Sen narrowed his gaze,

"We'll go back soon, once the snowstorm in the sky subsides, we'll go back."

Nietzsche looked at Han Xiu, then at Han Sen:

"Would you like me to go back with you?"

Han Sen shook his head and said coldly:

"You should stay here. I will send someone to help you with business. You don't need to worry. You can do nothing, just stay here obediently."

Nietzsche stopped the hand that was feeding Han Xiu, and gently stroked Han Xiu's head twice: "But I don't want to be alone."

"There are others who will be with you."

Hearing what Han Sen said, Nietzsche raised his eyes and looked at Han Sen:

"But I want you to stay with me, the others are not you, all the people are not you."

Han Sen frowned angrily:

"Isn't it enough to be with you for these years? I don't want any unpleasant things to happen again, Lutheran, you are a mature man, and don't have much more social experience than me. I think you can easily understand me now mean."

Nietzsche put down the tableware in his hand abruptly, and said coldly:

"I don't know what social experience is. My father only taught me how to kill and how not to be killed. I don't know anything else."

"Now I just understand that I can't be alone, I have to have you with me."

Seeing Nietzsche's obvious sullenness, Han Sen still said expressionlessly:

"There is no room for negotiation, you are already an adult, how can you not live alone."

"Then will you take Han Xiu back?"

Nietzsche asked Han Sen.

Han Sen nodded and glanced at Han Xiu. The little face that was in deep thought with Nietzsche was looking at Nietzsche, Han Sen, and his parents in puzzlement. He felt that now was not the time for him to talk like a baby: "Well, this is my son, of course I want to take it back."

"Then will you find him a mother?"

Nietzsche asked directly.

When Han Xiu heard what Nietzsche said, his face wrinkled, his fleshy fingers grabbed Nietzsche's arm, and said timidly, "Mom, I only want you, Mom..."

Han Sen glanced at Han Xiu,

"Without this plan, in my situation, I can't live with others."

Nietzsche sneered:

"The current situation? What's the situation? You are handsome and rich now, and there will be many women who like you. Haven't you always disliked men? If you don't let me by your side, you can try to live with a woman..."

Before Nietzsche finished speaking, Han Sen gave Nietzsche a silent look:

"What is the reason, you know it in your heart."

"The mistake is that when I was so young, it wasn't someone else I met, but you, Lutheran."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen didn't seem to want to talk any more, but stood up simply, "I'll go upstairs to get dressed, and I'll take Han Xiu out for a walk later, otherwise it's really a shame to stay in the room all day. It's so stuffy, the kids need fresh air."

Immediately afterwards, Han Sen walked straight to the second floor.

As soon as Han Sen left, Nietzsche also stood up, reached out and grabbed Han Xiu's palm,

"Xiu, let's go find Dad."

Han Xiu nodded and giggled:

"Okay, Mom."

After finishing speaking, Han Xiu walked towards the second floor with two short legs.

When Nietzsche entered, Han Sen had just taken off his home clothes and was only wearing a thin shirt underneath.

Nietzsche walked in with Han Xiu, let Han Xiu sit down on the sofa, walked behind Han Sen, stretched out his arms to hold Han Sen, and put his head on Han Sen's back.

Han Sen froze for a moment, turned his head annoyed,

"Lutheran, pay attention, Han Xiu is still here."

Nietzsche smiled softly:

"He's still a kid, and he doesn't know what it means."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche's palm reached into Han Sen's clothes.

Han Sen suddenly reached out and pressed Nietzsche's palm, and said in a bad tone:

"Although the child doesn't say anything, he will actually remember that you have a bad influence on him. Look at you, how can you take care of your child if you don't pay attention to your words and deeds?"

When he was with Han Sen, Nietzsche really seemed very frivolous. It didn't matter when they were alone, but now that the child is here, Han Sen, as a more traditional and conservative parent, still feels very inappropriate.

Han Sen felt that this would definitely teach children badly.

Nietzsche pulled out his palm, stretched it down into the edge of Han Sen's trousers, and said in a low voice, "You let me try with the child, you will know."

Han Sen closed his eyes abruptly, held Nietzsche's arm firmly with one hand, and pulled out the fingers he was playing with under him, then turned to look at Nietzsche and said, "Lutheran, do you know how many times you have done this these days?" .”

Nietzsche's dark green eyes looked directly at Han Sen's deep black eyes,

"I want you to remember my body."

"The more we do, the more you will remember. Besides me, would you like to be with someone else?"

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche noncommittally, but did not answer the question.

"I'm going to take Han Xiu out for a walk, you arrange the next time yourself."

When Han Sen pulled Han Xiu out.The snow was still falling down one after another, but it was obviously not too big, it was just falling lightly and rustlingly.

Han Sen was wearing a long black coat and black gloves. He held Han Xiu in his arms, and held a large blue plaid umbrella in his other hand.

Nietzsche finally chose to come out with Han Sen and Han Xiu.

In fact, Nietzsche never came out on a snowy day, because he was so afraid of the cold that he would die.

Han Xiu was wearing a small red plaid scarf and a black children's mask on his face to prevent his respiratory tract from being injured due to the relatively cold weather.

But even though it was cold, Han Sen still didn't want Han Xiu to stay in the warm room all the time, as the child's immunity would be greatly reduced, and he would get sick easily in the future, which would not be worth the candle.

No matter why he wanted Han Xiu to come to this world and come to him, but from the moment Han Xiu was left, Han Sen felt that he should raise this child well and fulfill all the responsibilities of a father.

It is the fault of the father to raise or not to teach.

As a Chinese, Han Sen deeply understands this truth.

At the very least, children cannot be turned into Nietzsche's bloodless, cold-faced, cold-hearted villains.

Nietzsche held a big black umbrella in his hand, and behind Nietzsche was the bodyguard protecting Han Sen.

Han Sen hugged Han Xiu and walked slowly along the street, as if he didn't take a closer look at anything, just to go for a walk.

Han Xiu'an quietly lay on his father's shoulder, and his gaze stayed on Nietzsche's glamorous face carefully crafted by the creator. He only felt that his mother was really the Snow Queen, the most beautiful mother in the world!

"If it's cold, go back."

Han Sen turned to look at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche has always been spoiled and spoiled, afraid of cold and heat, Han Sen has been following Nietzsche carefully and serving him before, why doesn't he know Nietzsche's habits.

Nietzsche shook his head, the collar of the short black windbreaker was turned up, his beautiful eyes looked straight at Han Sen, and he stretched out his free hand and said, "Han Sen, hold me."

"Go back and rest when it's cold."

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche's thin black gloves and Nietzsche's slightly trembling fingertips, and his tone seemed very hostile.

Nietzsche pulled off the glove on his hand, exposing his slender palm with ten fingers, "Give me back my ring."

Han Sen pursed his lips,

"Throw it away."

After speaking, Han Sen turned and left.

As soon as Han Sen turned around, Nietzsche grabbed Han Sen's palm holding the umbrella and stood in front of Han Sen.

At the moment when Han Sen frowned, three deafening gunshots rang out on the empty street, and then Nietzsche took a few steps forward, leaning against Han Sen's body lightly, with the corner of his mouth twitching. Warm blood spat out and landed on Han Sen's shoulder.

Han Sen froze for a moment. He reached out and touched Nietzsche's back. When he raised his hand and looked at the palm of his hand, his palm was slowly covered with the blood of the person in front of him.

Han Xiu was so frightened that he burst into tears.

Han Sen put down the crying Han Xiu, and slowly squatted down. Nietzsche, who couldn't stand up and was limp, lay on the snow. The vast snow.

Han Sen patted Nietzsche's face, and Nietzsche slowly opened his eyes, his gaze without any emotion seemed to have changed into the cold expression he had before.

This reminded Han Sen of Nietzsche's face when he suddenly looked back at the playground of the Roman prison when he was 18 years old.

Over the years, Nietzsche seems to have changed a lot, and now it seems that he has not changed at all.

"Brother Han! We caught him!"

Next to a car on the side of an alley not far away, Ivy was pressed on the snow by Han Sen's men, with snow slag all over his face and hair.

Ivy is Carlo's good brother. This suicide attack is undoubtedly to avenge the tragic death of Carlo.

Han Sen raised his gaze, looked at Ivy who was being held down by several burly men with a blank expression, and said coldly, "Beat me to death, and I'll talk about it when I'm disabled."

"Okay, Brother Han!"

The man over there got Han Sen's order, raised his foot and kicked Ivy's chest fiercely, and Ivy spit out a mouthful of blood, making his face all over the ground.

The blood stains from the corner of Nietzsche's mouth spit out slowly, forming a river of blood on the side of his cheeks.

After crying for a while, Han Xiu ran to Nietzsche's side with his little legs, pulling Nietzsche's clothes with his little hands, and kept shouting, "Mom, what's the matter with you? Mom, what's the matter with you? Woooooo..."

Seeing Nietzsche lying in Han Sen's arms didn't respond, Han Xiu covered his face with his hands, squatted there, and wept silently, as if he realized something.

Han Sen reached out and patted Nietzsche's face,

"Lutheran, don't fall asleep."

"Don't close your eyes, my son is watching you."

Nietzsche, who was choked by the blood in his mouth, turned his face away, spat out a mouthful of blood, and finally opened his eyes in a daze. He saw Han Sen's face and the hair falling on the young man's forehead, making him look a bit embarrassed.

Nietzsche stretched out his blood-stained fingers and said softly to Han Sen:

"Han Sen, give me back my ring."

Han Sen held Nietzsche tightly in his arms, his face pressed against Nietzsche's, and he smelled blood in his breath. It was the smell of blood on Nietzsche's body, and the snow under Nietzsche's body was already red. a large piece.

"Ok."

Han Sen took out the ring from his pocket and slowly put it on Nietzsche's ring finger.

The ring seems to be a bit bigger than before,

"Fortunately, I can still carry it."

Nietzsche said in a deep voice, his head gradually became heavy, and his eyes finally closed slowly.

In the white snow, Han Sen hugged Nietzsche and knelt between the sky and the earth. Their son was sobbing silently, and the snowflakes were still falling from the sky.

At the moment of closing his eyes, the memories seemed to be ignited, and the fragments of time fell gently and cruelly on Nietzsche's mind.

Nietzsche vaguely remembered that foggy morning, when he was young, he was wearing a black suit, and his young father was holding his hand, walking on the bluestone road in the old manor left by the Lutheran family.

Surrounded by bright red rhododendrons in bloom, my father led him to the center of the garden, and then let go of his hand suddenly.

At the moment when the butler behind him covered his eyes, Nietzsche saw through his fingers the beautiful mother lying in the middle of the garden with her eyes closed. That beautiful and expensive diamond ring that my mother always wore on her finger.

Then there was the low cry of the always cruel father.

All love and hate will disappear with death.

Then Han Sen's warm palm covered his cold hands.

From that moment on, Nietzsche suddenly felt that the cold did not seem to be terrible.

So, why did I find the cold so unbearable before?