After wearing it back, I became the demon king

"I'm so stupid, is this the world of the rich?" Chu Han walked out of the auction venue, his head still dazed.

Di Ling's painting unexpectedly sold for a high price of 6000 million.

"6000 million, it's not worth so much money if you sell me!" Chu Han turned his head and saw Di Lingyun's indifferent appearance, swallowing his saliva with difficulty, "A boss is a boss, and 6000 million is not for nothing!" move."

"I'm very happy." Di Ling said expressionlessly.

"Hehe." Chu Han smiled, "Really? I can't see it at all."

Of course Di Ling was happy, which meant that he and Little Light Bulb could eat and drink as much as they wanted.

"But your painting is really amazing, you deserve 6000 million." Chu Han was known as a genius since he was a child, and everything went smoothly since he was a child. All the setbacks he had accumulated for so many years were all bumped into by Di Ling.

Di Ling's painting skills are beyond the reach of Chu Han's teachers, and even surpassed many famous contemporary masters.

It's hard to imagine that Di Ling is only 19 years old, so he is probably the difference between a god and a mortal.

The general distance of the sky.

Seeing the sadness in Chu Han's eyes, Di Ling murmured, "You're pretty good at drawing."

"Hahahaha, I'm good at painting, I learned a lot, and made a huge sum of money, so I can't justify not treating me?" Chu Han quickly pulled away from his sad mood, and bumped Di Ling's arm.

"Yes." Di Ling nodded in response.

"Then..." Before Chu Han finished speaking, he saw Li Jixue approaching with a smile all over his face, "Di Ling, Professor Meng Pingsong, the principal of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts, wants to see you, do you want to meet?"

"What?! Our principal! God, go, go, we must go! Di Ling, our principal is very good. He is the chairman of the National Artists Association and has superb painting skills. He is famous even abroad. He must have watched You are so talented, I appreciate you!" Chu Han was much more excited than Di Ling himself, if he could go for Di Ling, he wished he could fly there now.

Di Ling originally planned to keep a low profile and was unwilling to show his face, but after hearing Chu Han's introduction, he became interested in this venerable professor. He likes to draw, and naturally appreciates those wonderful paintings, and there are also painters he likes.

"Yes." Di Ling thought for half a minute, then raised his head and said to Li Jixue.

"Let's go!" Chu Han danced and danced, as if Professor Meng Pingsong called the person he wanted to meet.

Di Ling stared at Chu Han from behind, trying to see through the hypocrisy on his face, but he didn't. Chu Han was genuinely happy for him, his pupils moved slightly, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.

Is this a friend?

Little Light Bulb chased after him with short legs. Passers-by took out their mobile phones to take pictures of it, and said it was too cute. Whose little fairy boy is this lost?If you don't take her away, they will steal the child!

Just when their hearts were about to move, a radiant and handsome young man came over, picked up the little guy, and let him sit on his arm. The little guy pursed his lips in grievance, and his eyes seemed to have been washed with water. Gems, dazzling.

"I was wrong." said the handsome young man.

The little guy immediately hugged his neck tightly and rubbed against him with his fleshy little face, as if saying: Forgive you.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute!"

"Is he a brother? He looks ridiculously good-looking, he's so loving!"

"Is my brother still short of a sister-in-law? I can!"

The passers-by exclaimed, and the really brave girl went up to ask for contact information, but the handsome guy coldly refused.

"It really is the man I can't get."

"Professor Meng, this is Lin." Li Jixue introduced.

Professor Meng Pingsong is in his sixtieth year, wearing a pair of old-fashioned glasses, a Chinese tunic suit, black cloth shoes, gentle and refined, "Jixue, don't fool me, this kid, is he under twenty?"

Even though Professor Meng is well-informed, it is hard to imagine that such a grand, majestic, treacherous and changeable painting comes from such a young man.

He thought that Lin might be about the same age as himself, and the genius among geniuses is only 40 years younger. Now Li Jixue brought him a handsome young man who seemed to have been carefully carved. Professor Meng couldn't believe it. .

Di Ling took the initiative to say, "I am Lin, and my name is Di Ling."

His eyes were calm, even if he met Meng Pingsong's eyes, he did not dodge at all.

Meng Pingsong was filled with surprise, facing his doubts, he could have such a mind at a young age, no wonder he could draw such a picture.

Facing Shang Di Ling's eyes, he seemed to fall into a bottomless ancient well. Meng Pingsong took a tight breath, wondering what this 19-year-old young man had experienced.

"I'm sorry to offend you. I was just too surprised. Mr. Di's painting skills are really good. I don't know which school you are studying now?" Meng Pingsong's attitude was friendly, and he was not arrogant because of Di Ling's young age.

When Di Ling mentioned his school, Meng Pingsong's eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help asking his own doubts, "I remember that your school's art major is mediocre, why didn't Mr. Xiao Di attend a professional art school?"

In fact, he wanted to ask, why didn't Di Ling take the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts, did he not like it?

Di Ling answered frankly: "Painting is just my hobby, I'm a scumbag."

The scene suddenly fell into a strange silence.

The boss who just sold a high-priced painting of 6000 million said that he is a scumbag, and the key is still a hobby!The professionals present all felt panicked.

The age of 19 is enough to shock Meng Pingsong for the rest of his life, and Di Ling's hobbies are even more unforgettable in his life. He can't help but doubt the authenticity of Di Ling being Lin again.

is it possible?Can someone without decades of skills draw such soul-stirring paintings?Even Meng Pingsong thought that even with decades of skill, it would be difficult to draw.

In fact, Meng Pingsong was right, he just didn't know that Di Ling had been painting in the devil world for 200 years.

"Is it convenient to add a WeChat account?" Meng Pingsong asked.

Di Ling took out his mobile phone and added him. Meng Pingsong saw that Di Ling's head was a little black dog, which was so cute and fluffy, and his brush strokes were gentle. He asked in admiration, "Mr. Xiao Di's head was drawn by yourself. ?"

"Yeah." Di Ling nodded slightly, touched the head of the little light bulb, and said, "My little boy."

Meng Pingsong smiled lovingly, "It's very cute, and the painting is very good."

Under the lead of Li Jixue, Di Ling and Meng Pingsong had supper together, and the appetite of him and the little light bulb successfully shocked the audience.

Meng Pingsong found that seeing Di Ling for the first time today, Di Ling had shocked him several times, he was really a miraculous young man.

After supper, Chu Han drove Di Ling and Little Light Bulb back. Their community is separated by a road, which is very convenient.

"I wanted to ask Lu Yao for dinner today. He seems to be in a bad mood recently. He must be very happy to see you," Chu Han said.

"Tomorrow is fine too, I'll treat you." Di Ling held the sleeping little light bulb in his arms, gently stroking the little light bulb's soft black hair.

"Then I'll give you a good meal." Chu Han said with a smile, "I'll go back and call Lu Yao."

"En." Di Ling responded.

Chu Han sent Di Ling and Little Light Bulb to the gate of the complex. Di Ling carried the sleeping cub into the supermarket to buy something. He held the bag in one hand and held the baby in the other. He walked steadily without blushing or panting.

Walking downstairs quickly, Di Ling saw from a distance that Lu Yao seemed to be arguing with someone through the dim streetlights. He was extremely agitated, and he was holding a little girl by his side.

"Snapped!"

On a quiet night, this slap was particularly loud.

Half of Lu Yao's face was red and swollen, hatred overflowed from his eyes.

The man pointed at him and cursed, then strode upstairs, leaving Lu Yao and the little girl standing there, alone and helpless.

Di Ling didn't really want to walk over at this time, but his eyes met Lu Yao's in the next second.

Both were embarrassed.

Lu Yao stared at him blankly, as if he didn't understand why he was here and how much he saw.

Di Ling is someone he admires, and he doesn't want Di Ling to see himself in such a mess.

"Beautiful brother!" The little girl suddenly said, breaking the weird atmosphere.

"Xinxin, do you know this brother?" Lu Yao was very surprised.

Lu Xin pointed at Di Ling again and said, "My pretty brother has a puppy hook, so cute, but you can't touch it, the puppy hook will bite."

Lu Yao understood now, no wonder his mother took Lu Xin to the zoo and bought a panda doll.

"Master, this is my sister, Lu Xin." Lu Yao introduced, pretending nothing happened and smiled, the corner of his mouth hurt so much that he gasped, "Hiss——"

Di Ling gave him a deep look, without asking, "My family lives here."

"Really?! I actually live in the same building as you, Great God. How can I! I'm so lucky!" Lu Yao seemed to have completely forgotten what happened just now, and his face was full of excitement.

"I live on the fifteenth floor." Dilling paused and said casually, "If you need it, you can come to me."

The smile on Lu Yao's face froze completely, his fingers trembled, and he lowered his head without speaking.

"I'm going up." The small light bulb in Di Ling's arms moved, as if he was annoyed that he had been talking to others.

Di Ling didn't have any free hands, so he could only tilt his head and touch the small bulb's cheek with his face to comfort him. Sure enough, the little bulb quickly regained his composure and fell asleep soundly.

"Brother, I want to hug you too." Lu Xin stretched out her hand to Lu Yao enviously.

Lu Yao woke up like a dream, and then his face turned pale with fright. The Great God was holding a child just now, who was that child? !It shouldn't be the cub of the Great God, right? !

It turns out that the Great God also has such a gentle side, which can be called a peerless spectacle.

After returning to the cage rationally, Lu Yao realized that Di Ling couldn't give birth to such a big cub, so he should be the younger brother of the family.

"Brother, hug me." Lu Xin urged.

Lu Yao accepted his fate and squatted down, Lu Xin sat on his arm, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

"No, no, you're too heavy." Lu Yao couldn't imagine it, the Great God looked so easy and effortless just now, why is it so difficult when it's his turn?

Lu Xin pursed her lips, "Brother is stupid."

"I want my pretty brother to be my brother."

Lu Yao pinched her little face, "Beautiful brother will not be your brother, you are so stupid, you don't even know you were kidnapped."

"I'm not stupid. Dad asked me if I wanted a younger brother. I just told him I have an older brother." Lu Xin said solemnly. She hugged Lu Yao and blew on his face, "Brother, huh, Fly away in pain."

Lu Yao suddenly had red eyes and a sore nose, "Thank you Xinxin."

"I will definitely protect you."

At two o'clock in the morning, Di Ling's doorbell rang, and Lu Yao appeared in front of him with injuries all over his body, with a hoarse voice, "Master, can you take me in for a night?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-1221:00:00~2021-02-1321:00:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: yr1;

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