After wearing it back, I became the demon king

In previous years, there was no cake to eat on birthdays, but this year Di Ling almost vomited when he ate cakes. Lang Li really liked big cakes, and when he saw a cake that was almost as tall as his own, Di Ling couldn't regain his senses for a while.

Even though he eats a lot, it's easy to get tired of eating cakes, and it basically ended up in Lang Li's stomach.

After Di Ling's birthday, the day of the charity dinner soon came, Lang Li did not hide anything, and took the initiative to report the itinerary.

"Lingling, I have work today and I will be back later."

Coincidentally, Di Ling is going out tonight, "Yeah."

"Let me meet your manager another day." Di Ling knew that Lang Li's manager was arranged by Xiong Duojin, which was very reliable, but he had to see it with his own eyes to be at ease.

Lang Li is inexperienced, innocent and innocent. Although he is powerful, his brain is not very good, and he probably doesn't know if he was cheated.

"Okay, Lingling, would you like to see him?" Lang Li hugged Di Ling happily. He knew that Di Ling hated trouble, so he never thought of introducing He Yue and the others to Di Ling. Now Di Ling offered, He can finally let He Yue and Zhou Yuan see how good Di Ling is.

It's not like they talk nonsense.

"Anyway, he is the person in charge of your work. If you insist on doing this job, I will contact him sooner or later." Di Ling touched his head and said, "Actually, you don't have to force yourself to go out to work. I was just kidding. I just want you to study hard."

Lang Li gently rubbed against his palm, "I will study hard and work hard."

He tilted his head and raised his eyelids, and the golden stars came into Di Ling's sight, "I want to live with you, I want to buy you anything you like, and I want to raise you instead."

Di Ling was stunned for his heart was pounding and beating violently, and then he broke into a smile: "Did you think about supporting your old father so long ago?"

The good atmosphere disappeared without a trace, Lang Li wrinkled his nose, opened his mouth and bit Di Ling's lip, "It's not the old father, it's the wife."

Di Ling deliberately teased him, and said seriously: "Have you forgotten that you called me Dad when you were a child? And you said a few days ago that you were going to be my wife, and you changed your mind so quickly?"

Lang Li has always said that he can't beat Di Ling, so he pushed Di Ling into his arms and lowered his head to cover Di Ling's lips.

The tip of the nose brushed against the tip of the nose, first sniffed lightly, then touched, and then passionately entangled.

Sparks fell into the pyre and ignited a wildfire.

Di Ling was short of breath and pressed against Lang Li's chest, "You're going to be late."

Lang Li continued to lean forward, pecking his lips and his chin one after another, "I won't go."

"No, how about earning money to support me?" Di Ling pushed him away, his eyes watered, rippling and rippling.

Lang Li couldn't move his eyes, he just wanted to be a fool, but the rapid ringing of the phone interrupted his sweet dreams, and he answered the phone irritably, it was indeed He Yue, urging him to go out quickly.

He hung up the phone roughly, and buried his head in Di Ling's shoulder in aggrieved manner, "I don't want to go."

"Then I won't go, I'll steal the battery car to support you." Di Ling joked.

Lang Li obviously didn't know the stalk, believed it was true, and sat up suddenly, "No way!"

He stretched out his arms to hug Di Ling, sniffed his scent, and took a deep breath, "I'm going out, Ling Ling wants me."

Di Ling smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, "Okay, let's go."

Finally coaxing people out, Di Ling made preparations to meet Lin Jingyuan.

Di Ling didn't recognize Nian Yu at first sight.

"Di Benefactor, I'm Nianyu." Nianyu tore off the wig on top of his head casually.

"Hahahahaha, isn't it funny that fellow Daoist Di Nianyu has hair?" Lin Jingyuan raised his hand to touch Nianyu's round bald head, and Nianyu slapped him down.

Di Ling looked it over and said, "It's pretty, but I didn't get used to it at first."

Nian Yu raised the corners of his lips, and proudly raised his chin at Lin Jingyuan.

Lin Jingyuan snorted and turned his head.

Seeing this, Di Ling and Yue Zhao looked at each other, and saw the same five words in each other's eyes: You are really a child.

To avoid attracting attention, the identities of the four of them are scattered.

Yue Zhao joined the kitchen, Lin Jingyuan and Nianyu were waiters, and Di Ling was a pianist.

"Fellow Daoist Di, why don't you trade with me?" Lin Jingyuan showed guilt after knowing the identity arranged for Di Ling.

The screening of the charity dinner was strict. These four identities were obtained with great difficulty by the Super Management Bureau. I thought they were all waiters, but there was actually a pianist.

"Can you play the piano?" Di Ling asked.

Lin Jingyuan shook his head honestly, "No, I can play the erhu."

Nianyu touched the tip of his nose and said, "I can ring the bell."

Yue Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, "I can play Guqin."

Di Ling looked at the three of them and said flatly, "I can play the piano."

"What?!" The three were shocked.

Di Ling can draw, cast down demons and slay demons, and even play the piano. Is there anything he can't do?

Originally, Di Ling could not play the piano, but the Di family hired many tutors for Di Yao, such as music, dance, art, etc. When Di Yao was a little older, he gave up most of his courses and focused on mathematics, English, and piano. .

When he was a child, Di Ling could always hear the sound of the piano from upstairs, but he had never even seen what a piano looked like.

After going to college, he would pass by a piano shop on his way back from work. He often looked at the pianos through the glass window. The shopkeeper saw that he couldn’t afford it, so he never greeted him, and even scolded him, telling him not to touch them. home glass.

Later, when he traveled to the Demon Realm, Di Ling accidentally found a piano covered with a black cloth hidden in the library. It was probably brought back by the Demon King from the Human Realm.

During those long and painful days, Di Ling relied on reading, painting and playing the piano.

When he becomes stronger, all the demons around him are afraid of him. In the dead of night, he will go into the library where he stayed when he was a child, read books, draw for a while, or play the piano. It seems that the lonely soul has a temporary place to stay .

Di Ling put on a mask to cover half of his face, casually turned his purple hair into black, dressed in a tuxedo, slender and tall, walked to the piano, and sat down gracefully.

During the lively banquet, there were a lot of cups and cups, and suddenly there was a melodious piano sound, which was intoxicating.

Everyone present was in a high position and had never seen any wonderful performance, but when the sound of the piano sounded, their ears could not be controlled and their ears were caught. Their superb playing skills seemed to tremble with their souls, and they burst into tears unconsciously.

At the end of the song, the banquet was silent, and thunderous applause rang out a minute later.

They looked eagerly at the young man playing the piano. Even though he was wearing a mask, just his tall figure, graceful jawline, and demeanor like a solitary pine and green bamboo were enough to make them obsessed.

Di Ling bowed and stepped down from the stage. After a while, the manager found him, his eyes were burning, "Xiao Ling, you have developed!"

"Do you know how many big men out there have thrown olive branches at you?" The manager looked like a pimp, and excitedly gave Di Ling a stack of business cards, and told him not to forget himself after he became successful.

Di Ling took the stack of business cards, and they were all big bosses. He raised the corners of his lips and said to the manager, "Don't worry, I won't forget you."

I can't forget to send you into the game.

With such a proficient operation, he has often done such coercion and temptation.

Lang Li was dumbfounded, why did Di Ling come to the charity dinner?

Shouldn't he be at home now?

It turned out that Di Ling could play the piano, and he played it so well that he didn't even know it.

He keenly noticed the greedy eyes of the people around him, they were coveting his Di Ling.

Lang Li's air pressure was low, with ice slag in his eyes, He Yue quickly pushed his arm, "Lang Li, what are you doing? Who do you want to scare to death?"

Lang Li bowed his head, his eyes were gloomy, like a wild beast before hunting, "They all deserve to die."

He Yue trembled all over, and tremblingly said: "Ancestor... Ancestor, be a good man, don't prepare to make coffee at any time, your adoptive father will be sad, he worked so hard to raise you, but you got into trouble, white hair It's too miserable for people to give away black-haired people!"

The more he spoke, the more sincerely he seemed to feel sorry for Di Ling. Lang Li stared at him and told him in a flat tone: "My adoptive father just celebrated his 20th birthday a few days ago."

"What... what?" He Yue's throat choked, as if someone had suddenly strangled his neck, and his eyes widened, "Are you kidding me?"

Lang Li stared at him silently, He Yue's three views exploded, he almost lost his breath, and passed out.

"Don't get dizzy." Lang Li continued ruthlessly, "We were together on his birthday."

He Yue rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot. Lang Li grabbed him by the back of the collar and dragged him to the side sofa to sit down.

"What kind of crime did I do!" He Yuesheng had nothing to love, staring straight at the dazzling crystal chandelier above his head.

A few minutes later, He Yue turned to look at Lang Li, "Aren't you kidding me?"

Lang Li just finished sending a message to Di Ling, and raised his head: "Am I that boring?"

That's right, Lang Li wouldn't tease himself even if he wanted to.

He Yue clutched her chest. Fortunately, she didn't have a heart attack, otherwise she would have to shorten her life.

"This is a newcomer who just debuted, Lang Li, right?" The man stood out with a fat belly, and beside him stood a glamorous female star, typical flowers stuck in cow dung.

He Yue quickly stood up, "Hello, I am He Yue, Lang Li's manager."

The man cheerfully took He Yue's business card, looked Lang Li up and down, his eyes were bare-naked, making people very uncomfortable, Lang Li's face was stinky, and he didn't stand up to say hello to him, which made the female star beside him hold back his laughter. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they haven't been beaten in reality yet.

"The newcomer in your family has a big temper." The man smiled half a smile.

He Yue tensed up instantly, and touched Lang Li's leg with his leg. Not wanting to be avoided by Lang Li, he smiled dryly: "Sorry, Lang Li is a returnee, and his Chinese is not very good."

"Really?" The man looked at Lang Li meaningfully.

Lang Li raised his eyelids, his golden pupils revealed unruly wildness, the man's heart beat faster and his body was hot.

"Are you finished? Stay away from me, you stink."

In fact, it wasn't just the man in front of him, the air in the whole venue was filthy and smelly. If he hadn't found Di Ling there as soon as he stepped in, Lang Li would have turned his head and left.

"Hey, big brother, have you hit a wall?" the man with a refined smile teased.

"Hmph, it's just a model who just debuted, what arrogance, he has to suffer." The man tightly squeezed the female star's hand until it turned purple, and the female star didn't dare to say a word.

Tan Rong swayed and walked towards the man with a refined smile, "Mr. Fu, as far as I know, Lang Li is a tough guy who doesn't give face to anyone, and there seems to be someone behind him."

Fu Zun glanced at Tan Rong, with a half-smile, "Miss Tan should know that I like to gnaw hard bones."

Tan Rong shuddered for a while, her little thoughts were fully exposed in front of Fu Zun.