Although the two servants felt that Ding Wei was a bit neurotic, they did not dare to go against Ding Wei's wishes. This is a playboy. Once you make him unhappy, there will be no good results.
Ding Wei looked at the two servants close at hand, and his uneasiness decreased a bit, and then he slowly closed his eyes again.
But close your eyes this time.
The whole person suddenly woke up, as if he was drowning, and even struggled to open his eyes in fear.
This time, after closing his eyes, the scene became even more terrifying. There was more than one pair of eyes staring at him, as if there were thousands of eyes, everywhere, those eyes were cruel, cold, and playful, it was simply
It can't be described in words, but just taking a look at it makes people feel terrified.
"Master, are you possessed by evil spirits?"
The two servants looked at Ding Wei and couldn't help but have such a ridiculous idea in their minds.
Then he hurriedly stepped forward and looked at Ding Wei and asked with concern.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"
"Quick, quick, call my dad back, call my dad back right away, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Ding Wei looked panicked and roared emotionally. He was sure that Li Rui must have done this, but he had no way to do it now! Monk Wei was no match for Li Rui. For this plan
, only to see if his father can save his dog's life, otherwise, he will be dead for the rest of his life.
"Yes, master, please don't get excited, I will contact you right away!"
After one of the servants finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and walked out, starting to contact Ding Chunfeng. Normally, Ding Wei was taken care of by the two of them. If something really happened to Ding Wei, the two of them would not be exempt from the blame.
!
"Master, would you like me to make you a cup of calming tea?"
The remaining servant stretched his head to look at Ding Wei and asked in a gentle voice.
"Ningshen Tea? That's right, I'm going to make a cup of Ningshen Tea right away. Maybe I'm too nervous?" Ding Wei looked at his servant and said excitedly as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.
"Okay, Master, wait a moment!"
The servant hurriedly walked out, and soon, a cup of calming tea was delivered to Ding Wei. Without any hesitation, Ding Wei picked up the cup and poured it into his mouth.
"Ah! You're... such an idiot, do you want to burn me to death?"
Ding Wei's eyes protruded, he held his heart tightly with both hands, and screamed in pain. He felt that what he drank was not Ningshen tea at all, but red-hot iron juice. At this time, his heart
The pain was simply unspeakable, as if it was about to burn.
"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?"
When the servant saw it, his expression suddenly changed and he rushed forward, asking anxiously.
"Go away, you idiot. I'm going to kill you. How dare you drink boiling water for me?"
Ding Wei was like a ferocious beast, grabbing the servant's neck and roaring angrily.
"Squeak!"
The door opens.
Ding Chunfeng, who was nearly middle-aged, walked in with a gloomy face. Looking at the broken teacup on the ground and Ding Wei who was grabbing the servant's collar, he suddenly became furious. He glared and yelled: "You bastard."
, what’s wrong?”
As soon as he heard the familiar voice, Ding Wei hurriedly let go of his servant's collar, rolled and rushed to Ding Chunfeng, nodded and bent like a pug, and said with a flattering smile: "Dad, hurry up, find someone to save you."
Save me, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! As soon as I close my eyes now, I feel as if there are countless evil ghosts trying to take my life."
"Sir, woman!"
The servants also hurriedly bowed their heads and saluted respectfully.
When Ding Wei heard this, he hurriedly raised his head and pointed at the servant, and yelled in a panic: "There is this stranger, she dared to give me boiling water to drink, I almost got burned to death by her just now, she must be Li Rui's
Spy, kill her, kill her immediately!"
Seeing this, Ding Chunfeng took a step forward, raised his hand and slapped Ding Wei hard on the cheek.
"Ah! My face, my face, my face is rotten!"
Ding Wei stared in horror and screamed.
Ding Chunfeng was stunned when he saw it. He saw that half of Ding Wei's face was like foam. Under his slap, it was dripping with blood and his flesh and blood were blurred. It was so miserable.
"how so?"
Ding Chunfeng was stunned with his eyes widened.
"You are a murderer, but this is your own son! How could you do such a cruel thing?"
When Wang Lifen saw it, she suddenly became angry. She opened her teeth and claws and scratched Ding Chunfeng's face. That guy was usually pampered and did nothing, but Wang Lifen's nails were quite long! In an instant, Ding Chunfeng was disfigured.
, leaving two bloody nail marks on that majestic face.
"You crazy bitch, do you want to watch your son die?"
Ding Chunfeng pushed Wang Lifen away, then hurriedly turned to look at the old man following him and said anxiously: "I made Mr. Wang laugh, please look at it for the dog."
"Haha, Mr. Ding is too polite. It's my duty to use people's money to eliminate disasters for others!"
Wang He smiled faintly, walked forward, grabbed Ding Wei's shoulders, pressed Ding Wei down with a little force, and said with a faint smile: "Master Ding, don't worry, I can cure you."
After Wang He finished speaking, he smiled strangely at Ding Wei and blew out a puff of smoke. Ding Wei's eyes suddenly widened and he lay down straight, while Wang He took out some bottles from his body.
The jars and jars started to be tinkered with.
"Oh, Ding Chunfeng! You bastard, if my father hadn't fully supported you at the beginning, you would still be just a poor boy working. But now that you have the skills and are worth more than a billion, you start to bully us.
Orphans and widowers, I have nothing to do with you!" Wang Lifen knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, wailing like a ghost.
After Wang He checked, he turned to look at Ding Chunfeng and said with a frown: "I think the young master must have provoked the master of witchcraft. Now his skin is as fragile as toilet paper, and
His senses have also been magnified countless times. From our point of view,
, a little bit of pain, a little bit of temperature may kill him. The strangest thing is that the young master seems to be very scared, even if he is in his sleep now. If this continues, for up to twenty days, he will definitely
He will become as thin as firewood and die of torture!"