291 A Fear That Others Can’t Understand

‘Little follower… Little follower… What a familiar title…’ As if countless of centuries had passed, the proud expression on Prince Ding’s face quickly faded away and the noble air in his movements disappeared in an instant. Before he turned around, his tone changed and he had a smug look, “You don’t understand. It’s my fortune to know such a powerful person, it’s my lifetime’s honor. It’s a good thing she’s not here. If she were here, I would be so happy! I’ve always respected and admired her. I’ll always be her little follower. Yes, that’s it!” Prince Ding nodded his head vigorously, as if he was anxious to live.

Zhao Yingying’s mouth was wide open as she looked at Prince Ding’s different attitude.

“Your desire to live is quite strong.” Song Yun laughed at him from the door.

It was as if Prince Ding had been frozen and did not dare to turn around. Who could tell him how many big shots had come?

“I heard that someone wanted me to bow down to his charm and even wanted me to kneel down in front of him. I even wrote him a love letter? Hmm?” Zheng Shan’er’s ‘Hmm?’ scared Prince Ding so much that his legs trembled. He turned around on the spot and knelt down to hug Zheng Shan’er’s thigh without even seeing her face clearly, “Sister Yi, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I just wanted to express my endless admiration for you. My admiration for you is like a surging River, flooding into a disaster…”

Tsk, tsk, this desire to live…

Prince Ding, “Who can tell me if this is a dream? Why did he have the most terrifying nightmare in both his lives?”

Prince Ding grabbed Zheng Shan’er thigh and refused to let go. It had to be said that since he was admitted to the mental hospital, Prince Ding’s crying skills had improved day by day. It was trained by various big shots. Among them, he was trained the most by Sister Yi and the director was trained the most by Jiang Xi. That kind of fear was something that others could not understand.

“I think you’re just itching for a beating. Eh? I think your skin isn’t loose enough. Why don’t you let me help you loosen your bones?” Zheng Shan’er’s eyes were dark, with a light that she could not understand.

Prince Ding was really crying. What kind of sin did he commit? It was not easy for him to transmigrate and reincarnate. Before he had the time to set off firecrackers to celebrate, he was caught by the bosses of his past life. Moreover… The bosses are all here? Despair, so much despair…

Prince Ding was always in a state of panic and fear because of Sister Yi. On the other hand, the director was also always in a state of panic and fear because of Jiang Xi. This was also something that the whole world knew. Everyone knew that in front of Jiang Xi, the director’s hands and feet trembled. and his eyebrows drooped. When Jiang Xi was not around, he was the world’s biggest pretentious criminal. He could not wait to tell the whole world that he was liberated and free. This was the result of being suppressed for too long.

At this time, Prince Ding had a thick face and with tears in his eyes, he knelt on the hard-boiled egg and admitted his mistake. Yes, it was a hard-boiled egg. A single hard-boiled egg and three raw eggs were mixed together and he knelt on his knees. If the egg shell had a crack, he would be slapped. If the egg was broken, then all the hair on his body would be tied up with a rubber band and then he would be hung up.

“I’m really not trying to belittle you. I’m famous for being honest in the mental hospital. Do you think I’m a beast like the director? He’s always taking advantage of the boss’s absence to act like a king. Look at how honest I am, I’m going to bring back the director. Maybe he’s acting tough somewhere!” Prince Ding’s face was full of grievances and he did not dare to move for fear that the egg would crack.

“Why are all the eggs changed to quail eggs? This eggshell is so thin, who’s so perverted and wretched? One look and I can tell that she’s a wicked widow who has no man to love. Why are women in ancient times are so mean and cruel?” Prince Ding could not help but start to speak.

Song Yun could not bear to look at it. She covered her face. “You might not believe it, but this was personally improved by Sister Yi. You’re still complaining about it? Did you get beaten up too little? ”

Prince Ding’s eyes blinked in despair. He did nit even dare to look at Zheng Shan’er. He knelt straight and was afraid that the quail’s eggshell would crack. If it were to crack, it would not be a joke. It would kill him.

“It would be great if the director was here. He’s always better at seeking death than me. I’d feel better if there was someone to take the fire in front of me.” Prince Ding was so sad.

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