After wearing it back, I became the demon king

"Who is this?" Di Yao always felt that this person looked familiar, but if he had seen this face before, he would definitely not be able to forget it.

"Second Young Master, this is Young Master Ling." Secretary Yuan graciously stepped forward to carry the suitcase for Di Yao.

Di Yao's usually calm face was full of astonishment, which was quickly covered up by him. He has been outstanding since he was a child, and people can't find faults. However, he is still young, and some true emotions cannot be completely covered up.

"elder brother."

Di Ling nodded slightly, without much reaction, and turned to ask Zhang Ma: "Can I go in?"

Zhang Ma was inexplicably suppressed by his aura, and replied anxiously: "Yes, yes."

As soon as she walked in, Di Ling stepped back and asked her blankly, "Where is my room?"

After going to college, Di Ling seldom came back, and Di Zhenwei also cut off his living expenses on the grounds that he was gone, not to mention that he guessed that the room he lived in before might be demolished by Di Zhenwei.

Sure enough, a trace of embarrassment and guilt flashed across Mama Zhang's face, "In...the attic."

Sure enough, he moved the place.

"Mum Zhang, my brother came back in a hurry, the attic was not cleaned up, take him to the guest room on the second floor." Di Yao ordered.

"Yes." Zhang Ma's attitude towards Di Yao was obviously much more respectful, "Young Master Ling, this way please."

Di Ling turned his head and looked at Di Yao for a few seconds. Di Yao straightened his back. Although he was only 16 years old, he already had the aura of the head of the family.

It doesn't matter where you sleep, Di Ling is more concerned about what to eat tonight, "Mother Zhang, is there a Buddha jumping over the wall tonight?"

Zhang Ma was taken aback when she heard the words, "Madam has no arrangements."

"Then add it." Di Ling said, his attitude was natural and upright, and for a time Mama Zhang had the illusion that Di Ling had the final say in this family.

"Okay...Okay, I will tell the kitchen."

Secretary Yuan looked at the back of Di Ling leaving, and said with righteous indignation: "Second Young Master, Young Master Ling doesn't think much of you. I will definitely report to the chairman."

Di Yao raised the corners of his lips, and there was no warmth in his eyes, "Secretary Yuan, thank you for your concern, but this is my family matter, so don't worry about it."

Cold sweat slid down Secretary Yuan's forehead. He originally wanted to sell Er Shao a favor, but unexpectedly flattered him on the horse's leg.

Di Yao looked towards the second floor, and Di Ling's face appeared in his mind, his handsome eyebrows gradually raised.

He has always disliked Di Ling. Di Ling is weak and incompetent, as stupid as a cow, and has no merits at all. How can such a person be qualified to be his elder brother.

From the moment he was conscious, Di Ling was put together with him, and he was always the one who was belittled.

But now, his appearance is completely incomparable with Di Ling.

Di Yao had a small lump in his heart, he tried his best to calm down the discomfort in his heart, when it comes to appearance, there are many good-looking vases in the entertainment industry, what's the use of empty skin, after all, there is no comparison with him , Di Ling barely took the second exam, which was completely non-threatening to him, so he didn't need to target Di Ling because of this.

The guest room was very spacious, and even better furnished than his original room. Di Ling planned to take a bath, so he went to the attic first to find a change of clothes.

Sure enough, all his things were piled up in the attic. The attic was a bit messy, but fortunately there was no dust. He didn't have many things, and he could fill them in two or three boxes.

In one of the boxes was his sketchbook and drawing tools, among other things.

"What is this?" Di Ling didn't remember that he had such an iron box. When he touched the lock cylinder with his fingertips, the lock popped open instantly, revealing a men's watch and a pen.

All of a sudden, forgotten memories came flooding back. These two things were given to him by Di Zhenwei.

To be precise, Di Zhenwei should have picked it up after he didn't want it.

The watch was on Di Ling’s 12th birthday. Di Zhenwei came back from the wine party and accidentally fell on the steps. After being helped up, the watch broke. It was almost midnight, and Di Ling was waiting in the living room. All night long, he hoped to hear his father say happy birthday to him on his birthday, and he didn't even ask for a gift.

Di Zhenwei fell down, and when he saw Di Ling, he pointed at him angrily and cursed: "Unlucky!"

Di Zhenwei took off the watch and threw it at Di Ling. He probably felt that the watch was as unlucky as Di Ling. Di Ling's forehead was bleeding, and he felt happy that he had a gift.

After Di Zhenwei sobered up the next day, Di Ling asked him cautiously, "Dad, do you still want the watch?"

Di Zhenwei looked at him looking like he had picked up scraps as treasures and was not on the stage, so he snorted coldly, "No, you can keep it for yourself."

The wound on Di Ling's forehead hadn't healed yet, but he didn't care, his brows and eyes were curved with joy, "Thank you, Dad."

As for the pen, Di Zhenwei gave it to Di Ling on his birthday to sign the declaration of renunciation of inheritance.

These two things have always been cherished by him as treasures. In his eyes, these are the only things his father gave him, and they are of great significance.

Recalling these things, Di Ling really wanted to travel back in time, to see how much water was in his mind.

Di Ling picked up his watch and pen to look through them, "card v and card c."

After seeing the brands of these two items, Di Ling suddenly felt that his habit of picking up trash was also quite good.

The watches and pens are in good condition. They are probably new and should sell for a lot of money. The watches are a little more troublesome and need to be repaired.

Taking advantage of the sunshine, Di Ling took a picture of the pen, and after finishing the picture, put it on the Internet for sale.

It's worth a trip back to Di's house.

Di Ling returned to the guest room with his belongings in his arms. When he came out of the shower, the pen had been photographed. He put down his phone and began to dry his hair. While blowing, the voltage suddenly became unstable, and the lights above his head flickered.

He has lived in Di's house for 18 years, and this rarely happens. Di Ling turned off the blower and scratched his half-dry hair. The lavender hair slid across his white and delicate neck with water marks. Going to the window, he reached out and opened the heavy curtains, and the sunlight poured down, covering his shoulders, as if transparent.

The egg he put on the bedside table shook twice, and the eggshell seemed to become more translucent. Di Ling half-closed his eyes, raised his hand to cover the glare of the light, strode over, tapped his finger on the eggshell, An electric current rushed through the fingertips rapidly.

This guy is actually stealing electricity.

"Could it be you who caused the power outage last night?" Di Ling poked the egg the size of a palm.

Zhao Feng and Wu Dong were cooking his eggs last night when the school suddenly had a power outage. After Di Ling chased him out, he found that not only the school but also the surrounding kilometers were completely dark. If this guy really caused it, one can imagine how much it stole electricity.

The egg seemed to understand Di Ling's words, and the whole egg jumped up and down on the bedside table, not only did not admit its mistake, but was a little proud of it.

Looks like it did.

A monster that can steal electricity, what is that?

Di Ling searched in his mind and found that there are many monsters with electricity, but he has never heard of them who have self-awareness in the egg and can steal electricity.

So what did he pick up?

"Don't steal the electricity for now, I still need to use it." Di Ling poked it and warned.

The amazing thing is that it not only understood, but also stretched out a small claw and clapped Di Ling's finger through the eggshell to express his agreement. Di Ling could faintly see the pink and tender little claw.

So cute.

Di Ling suddenly realized the joy of raising pets at this moment.

In the evening when Di Zhenwei came back from get off work, his wife Chen Minhua also finished the tea party with the noble ladies outside. When Di Ling went downstairs, the three of them were sitting at the dining table.

"What kind of dress are you wearing? You are a good student. You don't look like a student. Go and dye my hair back tomorrow!" Di Zhenwei was furious the moment he saw Di Ling's hair.

Di Ling didn't give him a look. The only thing worth looking at him more was tonight's big meal.

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, Di Ling filled a bowl of Buddha Jumping Wall soup, which tasted really good, thick but not greasy. After drinking a bowl of soup, the three people at the table were all staring at him.

Di Ling turned a blind eye and ate his own.

His actions are undoubtedly challenging Di Zhenwei's majesty, "Di Ling! You still have the face?!"

"Okay, Zhenwei, don't be angry. Di Ling may just be hungry. Xiaoyao has entered the national finals in the Olympiad. Why don't you talk to him to encourage him?" Chen Minhua touched Di Zhenwei's hand.

"Hey, you're right." Di Zhenwei said to Di Yao earnestly: "You did a good job this time, but there is still a long way to go, so you can't slack off. After the national competition, there will be international competitions. Dad believes you can do it well." To go out and compete and represent our country and do it for the country."

"I will, Dad." Di Yao smiled confidently, "Teacher Shi said I have a good chance."

He subconsciously glanced at Di Ling, wanting to see Di Ling's envious eyes, but he didn't expect that Di Ling ignored their father's kindness and son's filial piety, and ate most of the food on the table by himself.

Even though Di Zhenwei was well-informed, he was also shocked by Di Ling's food intake and speed.

Chen Minhua frowned, and said to Mrs. Zhang: "Ask the kitchen to prepare more dishes. Those who don't know will think that I, a stepmother, is abusing children."

Her words really made Di Zhenwei very unhappy, and he regretted calling Di Ling back. This poor look does not look like the Di family.

"Your counselor said that you have mental problems and asked you to suspend school for a period of time. I think you can eat and drink, and most of them are pretending. Since you don't want to go to school, then don't go. I will ask Uncle Wu to give you Arrange a job, and you will live in the staff dormitory in the future, which is also close to the place of work." Di Zhenwei talked to himself, and in a few words, he made clear arrangements for Di Ling.

"No." Di Ling said two words after finishing his meal, and went upstairs with a plate of fruit and cakes.

Di Zhenwei couldn't react for a while, how dare Di Ling resist him?

When he came back to his senses, the plates on the dining table were so bright that the three of them didn't eat a few bites, and Di Ling ate them all. Now they can only wait for the kitchen to make new ones hungry.

"I'm going to take a shower." Di Zhenwei held back his fire and rubbed the center of his brows tiredly.

The house leak happened to be raining overnight, Di Zhenwei was halfway through washing, his hair was full of foam, his eyes suddenly went dark, and the power went out!

Water was everywhere in the bathroom, and Di Zhenwei unfortunately fell, and the three asked the driver to drive to the hospital overnight.

Originally planned to give Di Yao a good celebration, but unexpectedly it was all in vain.

Di Ling, who was the only one who had enough to eat and drink, was sitting by the bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window, the egg in his palm suddenly lit up, like a small night light, emitting a radiant radiance, Di Ling's stern eyebrows and eyes were slightly softer, he He flicked the eggshell lightly, "Thank you."