After wearing it back, I became the demon king

"Mr. Xiao Di and Mr. Xiong have a good relationship?" Seeing Xiong Duojin's eager attitude towards Di Ling, Professor Meng immediately remembered that Xiong Duojin was Di Ling's bole. His paintings will not be fired at a price of 6000 million so quickly.

Professor Meng smiled and said, "It seems that I was doing too much."

Di Ling put down the wine glass in his hand and said, "No, I am very grateful for Professor Meng's invitation."

His expression was calm, but his eyes were sincere. Professor Meng couldn't help laughing, "From now on, you young people will rule the world. I'm getting old, so outstanding young painters should be seen by more people."

"Professor Meng is growing stronger and stronger." Di Ling said.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Di was originally polite." Professor Meng laughed heartily. In his eyes, Di Ling had a distinctive personality and did his own way. He was incompatible with the surrounding environment, but he was also extremely dazzling.

After a while, Lin Fusheng appeared at the birthday banquet, followed by two mature and stable men, and his youngest daughter Lin Xinyao supported him.

"Behind Dean Lin, the taller one is his eldest son, Lin Shimiao, and the shorter one is his second son Lin Shijing, and the one who is supporting him is his youngest daughter, Lin Xinyao." Professor Meng introduced to Di Ling.

Di Ling only knew Lin Xinyao, he looked around and saw Li Jixue and Li Shikai couple at the other end of the banquet.

Li Jixue seemed a little nervous, his body was tense, and his hands on the hem of his trousers were clenched into fists. Compared with him, his parents, Li Shikai and his wife, were much more relaxed, with relaxed and happy smiles on their faces.

After Lin Fusheng said a few words, the banquet suddenly fell into darkness, and his two grandsons came out pushing a huge cake and singing birthday songs.

Everyone immediately followed them and sang a birthday song for Lin Fusheng. The flickering candlelight illuminated Lin Fusheng's loving smiling face.

Lang Li's nose fluttered, "It's so sweet."

In the darkness, only Di Ling could see his expression clearly. Lang Li lowered his eyes and said, "I want a birthday cake too."

If the day of breaking the shell is counted as Lang Li's birthday, it should be in April.

"I'll buy it for you next year, but this year is already over," Di Ling said.

Lang Li didn't get what he wanted, he was a little unhappy, his eyes moved slightly, "Is my brother's birthday over?"

Hearing this, Di Ling was stunned. It had been too long since he had a birthday, and he completely forgot about birthdays. He even thought about it for a while before recalling the date.

Di Ling's birthday was in late November, if Lang Li didn't mention it, he would definitely not remember it.

"No, isn't it?" Lang Li guessed from Di Ling's reaction, his golden eyes sparkled, "I want to buy a big cake for my brother's birthday."

Di Ling raised the corners of his lips unconsciously, his heart was as soft as a cloud, and he deliberately joked: "Are you rich?"

When Lang Li heard this, his handsome face was blank for a few seconds, and his ears were hot, "I can find a way to make money."

"Then I'll wait and see." Di Ling suppressed a smile.

The light suddenly turned on, and the dazzling light made Li's pupils form a straight line, exuding a dangerous aura that belonged to a beast. Fortunately, it was only for a short moment, and no one noticed.

His eyes kept falling on Di Ling's body, so that the moment the light came on, Di Ling's smiling face was deeply reflected in his eyes.

Lang Li's heart seemed to be sick, beating like a drum, strong and crazy.

"Brother..." As soon as he opened his mouth, someone came over to disturb them.

"Mr. Di, do you want to meet Dean Lin with me?" Xiong Duojin asked.

Anyway, it's someone's birthday banquet, we should see each other, Di Ling replied: "Yes."

A smile appeared on Xiong Duojin's face, and a sudden chill crawled all over his body, like the feeling of suffocation suppressed by a mountain, making him break out in cold sweat.

"Lang Li." Di Ling glanced at Lang Li lightly.

Lang Li reluctantly withdrew his gaze and concealed his breath.

Xiong Duojin suddenly realized that the person who was following Wang was extraordinary, and there was a high probability that he was not a human being.

The original jealousy disappeared in an instant, Xiong Duojin wished he could run home immediately, curled up in his wife's arms and groaned.

too frightening!

What is his background?Suppressed by a force like a moat, if Xiong Duojin hadn't found Di Ling, he might have mistaken him for the Demon King.

Lin Fusheng was surrounded by many people. When Di Ling followed Xiong Duojin, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately recognized that he had seen Di Ling. "Xin Yao, I remember that he is Ji Xue's friend."

Lin Xinyao smiled and nodded, "That's right, his name is Di Ling. Not only is he good-looking, but he is also very good at drawing."

"Jixue often praised Di Ling in front of me, and I was jealous of it."

Li Jixue's face became hot, and he pulled Lin Xinyao's sleeve, Lin Xinyao said coquettishly, "What are you pulling me for? I'm telling the truth, don't you admit it?"

The elders around laughed and teased Lin Fusheng, "Principal Lin, it seems that something good for Lingmei is coming soon."

"Another treat."

Lin Fusheng was very satisfied with Li Jixue, he was humble and polite, and treated Lin Xinyao well, and said frankly: "It depends on what the children themselves plan, I have no objection."

Li Jixue and Lin Xinyao both blushed.

There were quite a few people from the political circles present, after all, everyone would be born, grow old, get sick and die, and Lin Fusheng had excellent medical skills, so building a good relationship with him would naturally benefit a lot.

Seeing that Lin Fusheng remembered Di Ling, and listening to Lin Xinyao praising him vigorously, everyone became curious about this overly good-looking young man.

"Xiao Di is really young and promising. Are your paintings for sale? My father-in-law is celebrating his birthday soon, and the old man likes to play with words." The middle-aged man with a big belly laughed.

He didn't even know what Di Ling's painting was like, so he said he wanted to buy it, obviously for Lin Fusheng's viewing, hoping to use Di Ling to please Lin Fusheng in front of him.

Before Di Ling could speak, Li Jixue said, "Di Ling just put a painting in my place. If Mr. Liu is interested, you can pay attention to this month's NO.15 auction."

"Auction?" That Mr. Liu was stunned. Di Ling looked to be in his early twenties, and his hair hadn't even grown. He could paint so many masterpieces. Lin Xinyao must have been confused by his face.

"Yes." Li Jixue took the opportunity to hand out a business card and said with a smile, "If you are interested, welcome to the auction site. Di Ling's works this time are still breathtaking."

Everyone looked down, Mr. Lin's new work? !

"You...you are Lin?!" The son-in-law who followed his father exclaimed.

Some people in the room knew Lin, and some didn't. Those who knew him were mostly young people. The young masters were dumbfounded, and looked Di Ling up and down, "You're lying, isn't Lin an old man?"

"You must have found a ghostwriter!" said the young man with red hair, pointing at Di Ling.

Di Ling didn't say anything, and Lang Li beside him looked downcast, and the red-haired boy was so frightened that his legs went limp. Fortunately, his father grabbed him and said, "Shame on me!"

"Children, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately." Xiong Duojin stood up to defend Di Ling.

People who knew Lin suddenly remembered that the richest man Xiong Duojin bought three paintings of Lin in one go, and now he is protecting Lin so much, it seems that Lin has a good background.

"Who is Lin?" Lin Fusheng couldn't understand.

Lin Xinyao explained: "It's Di Ling's pen name. Didn't I tell you that he is very good at painting? At an auction not long ago, one of his paintings sold for 6000 million, and he became famous in one battle."

Everyone was in an uproar when they heard the words. As they were, collecting antiques and rare treasures, calligraphy and painting were very common hobbies. It was not uncommon for a painting to fetch hundreds of millions. It makes people subconsciously have the illusion of a beauty in a vase.

"It turned out to be like this." Lin Fusheng was astonished, and said to Lin Xinyao, "No wonder Jixue appreciates Xiao Di, young and promising, it is really rare."

Lin Xinyao raised the corners of her lips and said proudly, "Di Ling hasn't turned 20 yet."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gasped from all directions and looked at Di Ling.

This is more than a genius, this is simply a monster!

"Sorry I'm late." A man wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses walked up to Lin Fusheng.

When passing by Di Ling, he smiled at him.

"Professor Yu is busy with work, it's a great honor to come here." Lin Fusheng's attitude towards men is very friendly.

"Let me introduce. This is Professor Yu Chen, who is in charge of drug development." Lin Fusheng looked appreciatively, "The drug that relieves insomnia that came out not long ago was developed by Professor Yu's team."

A middle-aged man said pleasantly: "Professor Yu developed that drug. Thank you so much. I have suffered from insomnia for a long time. I wake up dizzy the next day after taking sleeping pills, which greatly affects my work. But after taking the drug you developed The medicine has no side effects at all, it's amazing!"

"Really? Tell me what medicine, I have suffered from insomnia for more than ten years."

Although these people seem glamorous to the outside world, they are under a lot of pressure, and insomnia is a common occurrence.

Yu Chen pushed his glasses, and said, "We also consider that the current social pressure is high, and more and more people suffer from insomnia. The new medicine this time is all pure natural plant extracts, and the side effects are minimized as much as possible."

"Professor Yu is really doing good things for the people." He began to praise Yu Chen one after another.

Yu Chen showed a decent smile, a gentleman.

Xiong Duojin walked to the side, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Bai Zhenzhen who left early because of the announcement: A fellow of your kind came and stole Wang's limelight!

Bai Zhenzhen replied in seconds: Who? !Who dares to steal the king's limelight?The old lady ate it!

Xiong Duojin turned his head to look at Yu Chen who was surrounded by the crowd, and typed: "Maybe I can't eat it, but he can eat you."

Bai Zhenzhen:? ? ?

Xiong Duojin: You are a little snake, and I am a boa constrictor.

Bai Zhenzhen: ...

Bai Zhenzhen: Excuse me.

As the banquet drew to a close, Lang Li went to the bathroom, while Di Ling waited outside for him to cool off.

The night wind blew his purple hair in a mess. Di Ling raised his hand and pulled the hair that was blowing to his cheeks behind his ears. The bright moon shone on his handsome face. A jewel, sparkling.

A cigarette was suddenly handed in front of him, Di Ling raised his eyes, and met Yu Chen's smiling face, "I don't smoke."

Yu Chen withdrew his hand, lit it himself, exhaled a puff of white smoke in the dark night, propped his chin and looked sideways at him, "Because it's a child?"

Di Ling's eyes were cold, "Because it stinks."

Yu Chen's smile froze, he twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, deliberately approached Di Ling, and asked ambiguously, "Does it stink?"

Di Ling remained motionless, his eyes were like cold stars, and he said bluntly, "Smoke doesn't smell as bad as you."

"Haven't you ever been beaten?" Yu Chen underestimated Di Ling's poisonous tongue.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly smelled something burning, turned his head suddenly, and found that his clothes were on fire!

"Fuck! Why can't it be extinguished?!" Yu Chen patted himself in pain, but the flame didn't intend to extinguish it, but quickly sped away.

Lang Li stood behind him with a gloomy face, "Looking for death."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-0521:00:01~2021-03-0621:00:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Ayang. 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of the wings of the south wind; 1 bottle for the bald girl who hopes not to be bald, and the God Sacrifice; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!