After wearing it back, I became the demon king

"Don't move around." Di Ling held down Lang Li's hand that was trying to pull off the bow tie.

Lang Li's suit was straight, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and he was heroic. There was a bit of irritability between his brows, "Uncomfortable."

He hated buttoning it to the top, the feeling of being restrained.

"If you want to go out with me, hold back." Di Ling raised his eyes.

Lang Li frowned tightly, leaned over to hug his thin waist, and stopped struggling.

Di Ling raised his hand and touched his head, "The little light bulb is awesome."

When Lang Li heard this, a pure smile appeared in his pupils, like a child who got candy.

The two took a taxi to the place of Lin Fusheng's birthday banquet.

"Please show the invitation letter, please." The waiter said respectfully.

Di Ling took out the invitation letter and handed it to him. The waiter checked it and returned it with both hands, "Please come inside."

"Is it an artist?"

"I haven't seen it before."

"Could it be the son of some family?"

"It doesn't look like someone waiting for you, why is there no news at all?"

When the two of Di Ling appeared at the birthday banquet, they immediately attracted attention from all directions, and there were different opinions on their identities.

"Mr. Di, you are here." Professor Meng and his wife Su Aiping walked in front of Di Ling.

Su Aiping greeted him enthusiastically, and when her eyes fell on Lang Li, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, "Who is this?"

Di Ling paused, and introduced: "His name is Lang Li, he is from my family."

Su Aiping noticed that the young man named Lang Li kept his eyes on Di Ling, and there was a kind of intimacy between the two of them that no one else could get in, and she understood: "Mr. They all belong to the same family at first glance, they all look like paintings."

For some reason, Di Ling always felt that there was deep meaning in Su Aiping's words, but he really couldn't figure out what was wrong. As for Lang Li, he couldn't hear it, but he could understand that Su Aiping said that he and Di Ling just saw it. It's rare for a family to show a good face.

Professor Meng was not as perceptive as his wife. He thought Di Ling and Lang Li were brothers, so he said cheerfully, "Does Mr. Lang also paint?"

Di Ling shook his head and said, "He can't draw."

"Oh, is that still in school?" Professor Meng glanced at him, and it was obvious that Lang Li was the older brother, but after careful consideration, he found that Lang Li's facial features were profound, and he looked more like a mixed race, so he looked more mature than Di Ling, but his eyes were clean Clarity, should not be deeply involved in the world.

Di Ling remained expressionless, "It's sort of."

Home education version of the third grade of elementary school.

"Professor Meng, Ms. Su, long time no see." One after another, people came to say hello to Professor Meng and his wife.

Professor Meng is not only the principal of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts, but also the chairman of the National Artists Association, so naturally many people want to make friends with him.

"Long time no see. This is Di Ling. His paintings are very aura, and they are better than my old arms and legs." Professor Meng took the opportunity to introduce Di Ling.

Everyone was shocked. A young man who is more dazzling than a star is actually a painter, and he can be praised so much by Professor Meng. What is so special about him?

Although Di Ling had told Lang Li before coming here that he could not be taken into consideration at the birthday banquet, but he had been ignored. Lang Li's chest suddenly became restless, as if there was an unknown fire burning.

I really want to swallow all these people who occupy Di Ling's sight, and I want Di Ling to only see himself, only talk to himself, and only laugh at himself.

It was as if a wild beast was tormenting, struggling, and roaring unwillingly in the hellfire in my heart. It wanted to break through the shackles, and it wanted to run wild.

The back of his hand suddenly felt a little cool, Lang Li withdrew from his own world, lowered his eyes to meet Di Ling's thick black pupils, "Restrain your breath."

"Are you hungry? It's so fierce."

Lang Li's throat was dry and itchy, "Well, I'm hungry."

However, it seems that it is not the stomach that is hungry, but something else, and the reason is unclear.

"Sorry, excuse me for a while." Di Ling said to Professor Meng and the others.

He is cold and cold, and doesn't talk much, but he has a good demeanor and will not be offensive.

Di Ling took Lang Li's hand and walked to the dining table, "Take whatever you like."

So Lang Li stood at the long table unceremoniously and began to eat. There was a girl who was ready to strike up a conversation with Lang Li, but when he saw this posture, he hesitated and gave up the idea.

"Trouble, give me a glass of juice." Di Ling turned to stop the waiter who passed behind him.

The waiter turned around and handed him the cup, "Please..."

Before the words were finished, the waiter's face was ashen, and it was a bolt from the blue.

"Di Yao?" Di Ling wondered why he was here.

Di Yao seemed to have been slapped severely in public, he was so ashamed and indignant that he even wanted to rush out the door, but he couldn't, he needed this job.

After dropping out of school, Di Yao decided to drop out of school to find a job. It was a problem for him to survive. Shi Xueyi persuaded him several times to talk about going to university, expressing that he was willing to support him, but Di Yao couldn't bear it. He had already killed Shi Xueyi If he lost his job, how could he have the face to ask Shi Xueyi to help him.

This job was introduced to him by one of Di Yao's former classmates. If he hadn't been good-looking, he wouldn't have been able to get in. Although it was a part-time job, the salary was very considerable, allowing him to take a short break.

Di Yao knew that the classmate who introduced him had no good intentions and wanted to see his jokes, but so what, dignity is nothing compared to money.

He accepted his fate, who made him unlucky to meet a father like Di Zhenwei.

Until this moment, he saw Di Ling, his half-brother, at a high-end banquet. He was like a clown, stepping on his dignity under his feet, and trying to survive. month, why?

They are obviously the sons of murderers, so why should Di Ling be at ease when he is living in such desperation? Di Ling can help him, but Di Ling turns a blind eye to him.

"Mr. Di, why don't you tell me if you want to come, so I can pick you up." Xiong Duojin's face was full of smiles, followed by Bai Zhenzhen, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, dressed in jewels, Di Ling turned around in front of him.

"Mr. Di, look at my new dress, isn't it beautiful?"

Di Ling held his forehead and replied calmly: "It's very suitable for you."

Bai Zhenzhen was as happy as a little girl when she heard the words, and said triumphantly, "Mr. Di praised me!"

Xiong Duojin rolled his eyes in disdain, "Mr. Di is just being polite to you."

"Hmph, that's also a compliment to me, a little bit..." Bai Zhenzhen raised her graceful swan neck.

Xiong Duojin was about to go back when he suddenly noticed the gloomy gaze of the waiter next to him, "Mr. Di, do you know him?"

Di Ling cast a casual glance at Di Yao, and replied indifferently, "I don't know him."

Di Yao almost broke the tray in his hand, he clenched his fists for a moment, his eyes were shattered, and just when he was about to lose his mind, a cold gaze made him tremble all over, and his liver and gallbladder burst.

He turned his stiff neck and caught a glimpse of the tall and handsome man, staring at him unkindly. Suddenly, Di Yao was in a trance that he was being stared at by a ferocious beast and would die in a second.

"Have you finished eating?" Di Ling's slightly cool thumb wiped the pastry crumbs from the corner of Lang Li's mouth.

Lang Li withdrew his gaze and handed a piece of pastry to Di Ling's mouth, "It's delicious."

Di Ling couldn't help but have soft eyes, even when he grows up, he will still share delicious food with himself.

"Mr. Di, let's sit down and talk over there." Xiong Duojin finally recognized who the waiter was.

Bai Zhenzhen didn't want to tell him the whereabouts of the king at the beginning, and relied on him to find out by himself, so he took advantage of the opportunity to find out about Di's family, and naturally knew that Di Ling had a younger brother named Di Yao.

In the photo, Di Yao went in and out with a luxury car to pick him up, and he was always the focus of attention wherever he went, with excellent grades and outstanding looks, which perfectly interpreted other people's children.

Compared with him, the children of Di's servants are probably treated better than Di Ling, but Di Yao and his family of three, no one thinks there is a problem.

Xiong Duojin didn't want the king to be unhappy, it's really unlucky to meet an idiot younger brother, and dare to look at the king with hatred, do you think you have too many eyes? !

Di Ling was kind enough not to anger Di Yao, so naturally he didn't want to talk to Di Yao, so he took Lang Li to sit down at the place Xiong Duojin said.

Di Yao was holding the tray, in a trance, accidentally bumped into the guest, scolded him bloody, he apologized quickly, but the other party was still relentless, picked up a glass of wine and poured it directly on his face.

Seeing this, the foreman immediately apologized to the guest, and dragged him away, "Go away, you dare to offend anyone, you have eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard."

"But... my wages..." Di Yao raised his head abruptly, the wine wet his eyelashes, dripping down.

The foreman sneered: "It would be nice if you don't fine you, but you still want wages."

So in late autumn night, Di Yao was kicked out of the villa before he even had time to wash off the sticky wine on his face.

There were few cars around the villa, not to mention it was night, Di Yao was shivering in the cold wind with tightly wrapped thin clothes, and his heart was freezing layer by layer.

The villa is brightly lit, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed, and the wine is intertwined.

He should have been the person standing inside, so why did his life suddenly turn upside down from Di Ling's, even more embarrassing?

He is also Di Zhenwei's child, why is Di Ling superior?

He was walking on the desolate road, with endless darkness in front of his eyes, his feet seemed to be stuck in the mud, and every time he tried to move forward, his body sank faster until it submerged the top of his head.

A black shadow suddenly rushed over, Di Yao's hair stood on end, he grabbed his clothes tightly, "What... what is it?"

He tremblingly walked to the edge of the grass, and opened the grass to check.

It turned out to be a fox, and under the lingling moonlight, it was vaguely recognized as a red-skinned child.

The red fox's eyes were shining in the dark night, Di Yao panicked, took a few steps back, turned his head and ran away.

After he ran away, the red fox raised its paw and scratched its head, "How dare you be so timid."

Di Yao is temporarily staying at Shi Xueyi's house, and he planned to rent a house tonight after getting his salary. When he got out of the elevator, he stared at his toes.

Another delay.

After ten minutes of mental preparation at the elevator entrance, Di Yao went in. Shi Xueyi gave him the key, but he never used it. He would ring the doorbell every time, and tonight was no exception.

Strangely, no one came to open the door for him.

"Did you go out?" Di Yao mused, but where will teacher go at night?

Di Yao took out the key and opened the door of Shi Xueyi's house for the first time. After opening the door, a strong smell of blood made his heart beat faster, his eyes widened, and he shuddered.

His body seemed to be out of control, his hands and feet were cold, his body was weak, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat in an instant, after a short or long period of stiffness, Di Yao staggered into the bedroom, Shi Xueyi fell into a pool of blood, disheveled , traces of bruising all over the body.

Di Yao's strength was taken away, and he knelt down on the ground, screaming in pain: "Ahhhh—"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-0421:00:01~2021-03-0521:00:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: shocked Chang'an with one first punch;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Nannan; 1 bottle for the bald girl who hopes not to be bald; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!