After wearing it back, I became the demon king

When Di Ling was sitting leisurely at the dining table eating breakfast, Chen Minhua pushed open the door and came in with a tired face. Di Zhenwei fell in the bathroom last night and accidentally hit his head. After waking up in the middle of the night, he lifted the quilt and wanted Get out of bed, thanks to him dodging to the waist, he didn't run out of the hospital while Chen Minhua and Di Yao were asleep.

"Yu Ying! I want to find Yu Ying!" Di Zhenwei pushed Di Yao away, shouting in panic.

Hearing Yu Ying's name, Chen Minhua's nails dug into the flesh, she controlled the expression on her face, and gently comforted her: "It's too late now, you hurt your waist and it's not convenient to move, can we talk about it at dawn?"

"No! I'm looking for Yu Ying! Yu Ying—" Di Zhenwei's emotions became more and more agitated, and even Di Yao who was beside him was quite frightened.

"Xiao Yao, go find a doctor." Chen Minhua pressed Di Zhenwei hard, and said to Di Yao.

Hearing the sound, Di Yao returned to his senses, and hurriedly opened the door to go out. He had never experienced this kind of scene, so he didn't notice at all. Why did his mother tell him to call the doctor himself, even though it was faster to ring the bell.

Seeing Di Ling, Chen Minhua once again thought of Yu Ying, Di Zhenwei's ex-wife and Di Ling's biological mother.

"It's not that I'm talking about you, Di Ling. Your father entered the hospital last night. If you don't go to see him, you're still in the mood to eat and drink at home." Chen Minhua walked to Di Ling and sat down.

She has never taken this stepson seriously. If it wasn't for Yu Ying, she wouldn't lose control of her emotions and come to trouble him early in the morning.

Di Ling picked up a crystal bag and asked her casually, "Is it dead?"

"You! How did you talk?" Chen Minhua blamed.

"It doesn't look like she's dead." Di Ling drank the milk slowly and looked at her with raised eyelids.

His pupils were as black as ink, as quiet as a deep pool, with no bottom to be seen, Chen Minhua was stared at by him, inexplicably feeling flustered, as if he had a deep-sea phobia.

Di Ling looked behind her, as if looking at something, but they were clearly the only two of them in the huge dining room. Thinking of what he had done, Chen Minhua's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes dodged: "Don't play tricks!"

She stood up suddenly, and because of her excessive movement, the chair behind her rubbed against the ground with a sound, which was sharp and piercing like the distorted and restless emotions in her heart.

Chen Minhua didn't dare to look into Di Ling's eyes anymore, those eyes were silent and level as a mirror, as if they could reflect her ugly soul under her glamorous skin.

She fled in a hurry and staggered back to the room. Di Ling put down the milk cup in his hand and muttered to himself, "Since you dare to raise it, why are you afraid of death?"

After breakfast, Di Ling said to the servant who came to clear the table, "Give me some fruits and cakes for snacks."

The servant who came to clean up several times: "..."

"Yes."

With both hands full of things, Di Ling pondered for a moment, then picked up the egg that had just been stolen and threw it into his sweater hat. When he went out, he saw the driver who was cleaning the car. Di Ling called him: "Take me to school."

The driver was stunned, "But the chairman..."

"The chairman is in the hospital, so he doesn't need a car." Di Ling cast a cold look, "Is it because I can't call you?"

"No, no." The driver was sweating profusely, with dry mouth, as if he had a fever.

Sitting in the car, a message popped up on Di Ling's cell phone. The person who took the picture of the pen yesterday sent him a message.

Suihan: I think we are in the same city, not far away, can we meet in person?I'm in a hurry, please, thank you!

di: yes.

Di Ling naturally didn't mind handing over the money if he could receive the money as soon as possible, and it happened that he planned to rent a room.

"Go to another place first." Di Ling sat in the back and turned on the voice navigation.

After delivering the person to the destination, the driver suddenly realized that the person sitting behind was not Di Dong, but the unfavored Ling Shao. I wonder if it was his illusion, but Ling Shao's aura seemed to be more attractive than Di Dong.

"Student, may I ask di is..."

After Di Ling heard the sound and turned back, the voice behind him stopped.

"I'm Di, are you Sui Han?" Di Ling asked.

"Yes...it's me, yes, yes, thank you." The young man is a little shorter than Di Ling, about 1.8 meters, wearing a blue T-shirt, and looks handsome.

"Pen, take a look." Di Ling handed him the pen. His white and slender hand looked like a work of art under the sun.

The young man couldn't help staring blankly, "Well, do you work part-time?"

Before Di Ling could answer, he blushed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, your bones and skin are very beautiful..."

The young man felt that he was getting darker and darker, and his face and neck were bleeding red.

"It's okay, I understand, I also draw." Di Ling's expression was flat.

"Are you an art student too? My name is Chu Han." Chu Han turned and pointed to the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts not far away, the school that art students dream of, "My school is there. Which school do you belong to?"

"It's just a personal interest, do you still want the pen?" Di Ling asked, looking away.

"Yes, yes, you kept it very well, just like new." Chu Han took out his mobile phone to pay, "Okay, thank you, please come and go."

"En." Di Ling's cell phone rang, and the account arrived.

"Do you know where there is a place to repair watches?" Di Ling didn't like to go out before, and even the locals were no different than the outsiders.

"Let me take you there. It's right in front. I've been to that store several times, and the owner is very nice." Chu Han pointed not far away.

Di Ling asked the driver to follow slowly, and Chu Han tried again on the road: "Can you be my model? The price is negotiable."

In fact, Chu Han didn't have much hope. After all, Di Ling didn't seem to be short of money. He had a driver and used famous brands. There was probably only one reason why he agreed to it, and that was that Di Ling was doing charity.

"How much?" Di Ling asked bluntly.

"Huh?!" Chu Han shuddered, almost biting his tongue, "Five...five hundred and one hours, okay?"

As soon as he said it, Chu Han wanted to slap himself. How could the other party agree to such a cheap price? No matter how much you pay for this beauty, you don't lose money.

"Yes." Di Ling responded decisively.

"Really...Really?!" Chu Han was overjoyed. Today was his lucky day. First, he got together a set of fountain pens that his cousin had always wanted, and then unexpectedly got a model with amazing looks and affordable prices.

"Let's exchange contact information." Chu Han was afraid that Di Ling would repent, so he quickly added his friend, a handsome young man, happy like a fool.

There was only a small problem with the watch, and the boss repaired it without even changing the parts. It seemed that it was a guest brought by Chu Han, and Di Ling was not charged.

"This watch has been discontinued a long time ago. It's pretty good-looking. It's more suitable for my dad's age." Chu Han said.

"Yeah." Di Ling took a photo of the watch and uploaded it on the Internet.

"Do you want to sell it?" Chu Han asked.

Di Ling nodded, and then he heard Chu Han say: "Then you sell it to me, my dad likes this brand of watch very much, so I gave it to him as a collection."

As a result, Di Ling's card added 3000 yuan in one breath, and he was no longer a poor man with only five yuan in his card.

"You, do you know where there is a cheap house to rent?" Di Ling's dark eyes stared at Chu Han.

"Do you want to rent a house? Let me ask for you." Chu Han took out his mobile phone and sent a Moments.

Within a few minutes, he said to Di Ling: "My friend's house has a one-unit house, which has just been cleaned. Although the price is cheap, the environment in the old community may not be very good."

Di Ling glanced at the location sent by Chu Han's friend, it was about ten minutes' walk from his school, "How much is it?"

"Two thousand a month, deposit one and pay three." Chu Han was a little surprised that Di Ling could actually take a fancy to this house. After all, he looked like the young master of a rich family, but Chu Han thought that maybe he rented it for someone else. .

"Can I go to see the house now?" Di Ling asked.

"Yes." Chu Han called his friend, who happened to be at home, so just let them go directly.

The community is really old, and the lights on the road are broken and no one repairs it. I guess no one dares to walk at night. The environment is really not good, but you can rent it for 2000 yuan, which is considered cheap in this area. It should be Chu Han’s friendship price.

Except for the old house, there was no major problem. Di Ling signed the contract directly, and the speed was so fast that Chu Han was speechless.

"Don't you think about it again? I think the safety here is a little bit worse." Chu Han reminded in a low voice.

"It's pretty good." What is Di Ling afraid of? Others are afraid of him.

Di Ling checked in with his bags. After putting away his things, he looked at the schedule. There was a professional class in the afternoon. He took the key and planned to go out to eat something before going to class. The egg that was originally nestled in the quilt suddenly jumped up and jumped into his arms. .

"I'm going to class, what are you going to do? Steal electricity?"

The egg bounced twice in his arms, Di Ling poked it, and warned solemnly: "Don't steal it."

The originally translucent eggshell dimmed in an instant, and it burrowed into Di Ling's arms aggrievedly.

Hell, even an egg can act like a baby.

"Only steal a little."

The egg in her arms suddenly glowed like a small light bulb.

Throwing the egg into the hood, Di Ling went out to look for food.

It has been a long time since I have lived such a peaceful life. While Di Ling is not used to it, he also likes it a little. It is good to be an ordinary person, at least you don’t have to fight to survive.

"Have you checked the forum? All the popular posts are discussing Di Ling."

"Is there anything to discuss? Isn't it just plastic surgery? What's the matter if you haven't seen a plastic surgery face?"

"Is that it? Damn it! It's really pretty."

"Fuck, it's an idiot to say that he has plastic surgery, which hospital can make such a good-looking one, I'll fly there!"

When Di Ling walked into the school, everyone was rushing for class, and there were many people. When he appeared, it exploded instantly like water dripping into a frying pan.

It was in this situation that Feng Chengcheng saw Di Ling. The youthful eyebrows were like black ink, and the rustling frost was hidden in the pupils.

"Di Ling!" Feng Cheng couldn't hide the throbbing and panic in his heart, and called out to him.

Even after 200 years, Di Ling will never forget this face.

"Come with me for a moment." Feng Cheng stared at him firmly, his tone uncompromising.

"Isn't that Feng Cheng? Why is he looking for Di Ling?"

"Shouldn't Di Ling send him disgusting news again? Huh——I'm reminded of the nasty things Di Ling did again. No matter how good-looking he is, what's the use of being corrupted?"

Listening to the discussions from all directions, Zhao Feng looked in the direction where Di Ling and the others left, and called Sun Yuze, "Young Master Sun, Di Ling is pestering Young Master Feng again."