Reborn in the arms of a wealthy rival [Transmigration Book]

Yi Chengyun's eyes stared straight at him, the dark pupils were as deep as a cold pool, revealing something that Wen Zheng couldn't understand.

In the final analysis, it was clearly Yi Chengyun himself who leaned forward with no clothes on, Wen Zheng bit his lips tightly:

Raising your hand is an instinctive reaction, this person really likes to make use of it!

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Yi Chengyun clamped his wrist with one hand and pinched his chin with the other, and the tip of their noses almost touched:

"What should I shout?"

His voice was extremely aggressive, Wen Zheng felt weak all over, and was about to be driven mad by the strong smell of wine on the man, the crumbling defense line collapsed, he closed his eyes, and blurted out:

"husband!"

Wen Zheng himself didn't know, but the way he was pressed against the wall at this moment: wrinkled nose, closed eyes, pink lips pursed into a line; wronged and pitiful, like a deer about to be sacrificed, it makes people think "Punish" him even more severely...

"good."

Suppressing the ulterior thoughts in his mind, Yi Chengyun licked his lips, slowly let go of his wrist, intentionally or unintentionally slid his fingertips along the line of his arm, held his arm with his backhand, and said softly:

"Would you like me to change it for you?"

Wen Zheng's scalp was numb: "No! Don't!"

What a joke!Although the two of them "wow~", it is not that kind of relationship at all!

Yi Chengyun hid the disappointment in his eyes, reluctantly took a step back, and abruptly changed the subject:

"When will your best man arrive?"

One of the best men, Pei Siyu, is Wen Zheng's equestrian fellow-junior and good friend, and is on his way from the other side of the ocean.

"Tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning plane."

His heartbeat was as fast as if he had just finished running 1000 meters, Wen Zheng's lips trembled slightly, if Yi Chengyun didn't back down, he might fall headfirst on that person, muttering softly:

"Warning, don't take advantage of me in front of other people!"

Don't you ask for it every time?Yi Chengyun let out a "hum", neither agreeing nor objecting.

After this "little episode" happened, Wen Zheng stopped teasing Yi Chengyun when taking pictures, and held back his anger:

Why?Didn't it just take a second look? !

Looking at Wen Zheng who was posing like a wooden man, Yi Chengyun sighed softly in his heart, took the initiative to put him in his arms, raised his hand to rub his black broken hair, and whispered into his ear:

"In this way, you promise me that you won't slap me again, and in front of others in the future, you will be whatever you say."

Wen Zheng pondered for a while, and then asked: "Can you add this to the contract?"

Yi Chengyun looked into his eyes, and his heart softened: ...Okay

Wen Zheng raised the corners of his mouth just now, and even hugged Yi Chengyun back cooperatingly, but secretly took the opportunity to pinch Yi Chengyun's arm hard, raised his head and said in a breathy voice:

"Thanks husband."

"Crack." The photographer didn't miss the "acting like a baby" scene, and dutifully recorded the "love-filled" activities of the two.

After taking nearly [-] photos in half a day, the two of them had stiff faces at the end, and they were so tired that they lay on the sofa and didn't want to move.

"Let's go after dinner."

Although most of the wedding process is handed over to Mrs. Yi to supervise, the two have to go through it again in the formal wedding. Yi Chengyun turned his head and said to Wen Zheng:

"Let Chuhe pick up Pei Siyu tomorrow, and let them get acquainted first."

The other best man, Chu He, is Yi Chengyun's junior at the same school and his right-hand assistant. He is young but reliable.

"Ah."

Responding casually, Wen Zheng squeezed his almost unconscious face with one hand, forced himself to eat dinner, and finally couldn't bear the tiredness when he got in the car, tilted his head, and fell asleep on the cushion.

The car window was not closed tightly, and the cool night wind blew in through the front window, blowing up the fine black hair on his forehead.

Silently pulling down the partition curtain in the car, Yi Chengyun quietly took off his coat, lightly draped it over Wen Zheng's body, held his breath, and carefully placed his head on his shoulder.

His eyelashes are very long, lying docilely on the lower eyelids, and the corners of his naturally upturned mouth are naturally raised, like a clingy kitten; even though he has been training outdoors all year round, his skin has always remained healthy and fair, as smooth as petals.

Yi Chengyun lowered his head, glanced over his shallow dimples, and stopped on the man's pink lips, momentarily distracted:

Don't know how the touch is different from years ago?

Ten years ago in Australia, Wen Zheng, who was lost, could not remember. This was not the first time the two met, and Yi Chengyun recognized the boy leading the horse at a glance.

So that night, 16-year-old Yi Chengyun hugged him tightly, and asked cautiously in the dark:

"Will you marry me when you grow up?"

The little liar finally fulfilled a sentence, the corner of Yi Chengyun's mouth brushed against his hair, and he closed his eyes:

The appearance of the boy in his mind overlapped with the appearance of the person sleeping on his shoulder at the moment.

Opening his eyes lightly, Yi Chengyun's eyes fell on the engagement rings on the hands of the two of them, which will be replaced with a formal wedding ring the day after tomorrow, but even today, he still feels that marrying Wen Zheng is too unreal.

This is enough, even if the other party doesn't remember the past - Yi Chengyun thought in his heart, holding the back of Wen Zheng's hand slightly with one hand.

When Wen Zheng opened his eyes again, the room was filled with the morning sun, he was sleeping in a warm bed, and at some point he was changed into a comfortable silk pajamas.

He was alone in the room, and there was a small note next to the pillow: I'm next door, Yi.

So who helped him change his pajamas?

"what!"

Inadvertently seeing the electronic clock on the wall, he let out an exclamation, and sat up with a "bass", and the little entanglement when he got up was left behind: Pei Siyu's plane arrived at five o'clock, and it was almost seven o'clock now. Has Yang received anyone?

He turned on his phone, and sure enough there was a missed call.

"Where are you now?"

The callback was quickly connected, and Wen Zheng switched on the speakerphone while changing his clothes:

"Have you seen Chu Yang who picked you up?"

Pei Siyu's voice sounded a little hoarse: "I'm already here, in Mr. Chu's car, you don't have to worry."

Wen Zheng felt relieved: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Pei Siyu is three years younger than Wen Zheng. In his previous life, he was the only person other than Yi Chengyun who didn't immediately draw a line with Wen Zheng after the accident in Wen's family.Unfortunately, on the second day after he called to comfort Wen Zheng, he encountered an accident and was burned to death at home strangely.At that time, Wen Zheng was entangled in lawsuits, was restricted from leaving the country, and didn't even go to his friend's funeral.

This time, Wen Zheng specially invited him to be his best man, in order to try to make him stay in Huaguo for a month or two, avoiding the time when the fire broke out.

Opening the door with a refreshed mind, Wen Zheng saw that Double Happiness red lanterns had been hung in the corridor of Yi’s mansion, and bright red roses had been placed in the vases.

Wen Zheng walked down the stairs and saw Mrs. Yi instructing the servants to lift a huge photo frame in the hall, so he mustered up his courage and said, "Mom."

"Wake up so early?"

Calling him over, Mrs. Yi seemed in a good mood, pointing to the photo frame and asking:

"Mom picked this one to put in the entrance, what do you think?"

That was a photo taken yesterday. Yi Chengyun and Wen Zheng were riding on horseback, looking at each other.

Everything seemed a little too smooth, Wen Zheng nodded obediently: "Very good."

"Cheng Yun is in a meeting." As if seeing his thoughts, Mrs. Yi said softly, "You have breakfast first."

The two best men arrived at Yi's house not long after Wen Zheng finished breakfast. Wen Zheng chatted with his good friend Pei Siyu and was planning to check the wedding process together. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived outside the study, he saw Yi Chengyun with a serious face Explain something to Chu Yang in a low voice.

Something that can make Yi Chengyun so interested... Wen Zheng's heart tightened, and he subconsciously asked, "Did something happen to the hotel project?"

Hearing his words, Yi Chengyun raised his head, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and comforted him in a deep voice:

"It's not about the company. I can handle it. Don't worry."

Yi Chengyun's tone was so gentle, which made Wen Zheng extremely awkward. When he accidentally caught sight of the expressions of Chu Yang and Pei Siyu next to him, he suddenly realized: Got it, so it's business!Yi Chengyun is really a scheming president!

However, his tone seemed to have a force that reassured Wen Zheng—there was nothing that Yi Chengyun could not solve.

Chu Yang next to him hesitated to speak: "Boss Yi..."

Stopping Chu Yang from speaking with stern eyes, Yi Chengyun calmly nodded to Wen Zheng, and said concisely:

"I'll be back in the afternoon, don't delay."

"Boss Yi," Chu Yangfang said tactfully after Yi Chengyun got into the car, "Shouldn't it be better to tell Mr. Wen?"

Not only was there something wrong with the ring the two had ordered, and it couldn't be delivered on time, the Wen family even sent a lawyer's letter on this day, obviously because they didn't want the two to get married properly.

"I have an alternative plan," Yi Chengyun looked at Wen Zheng, who was checking the decorations in front of the door, with deep eyes, and calmly said:

"There's no need to disturb his mood because of this kind of thing."

Chu Yang shut his mouth wisely, but what he was thinking in his heart was: But you are husband and wife, is it really appropriate to unilaterally conceal such a big matter?

At dawn the next day, Wen Zheng got up to prepare for the wedding. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and followed his best man, Pei Siyu, to the cloakroom. The moment he saw Qinglang's dress, his whole body trembled:

"This set...?"

Beside the floor-to-ceiling mirror, there is a complete set of knight clothes without a trace of wrinkles: pure black double-breasted tuxedo, snow satin white shirt with stand-up collar, white gloves, tight white breeches, and a pair of high-cut full-leather riding boots that are polished black and shiny on the ground .

"Click" the shutter sounded, and Pei Siyu, who helped arrange the arrangement, took the opportunity to take a picture of his shocked appearance, and snickered:

"It's what your husband meant, let us not tell you in advance."

A few years ago, in a post-match interview, Wen Zheng jokingly mentioned that if he gets married in the future, he would like to wear a dancing tuxedo with his other half to hold the wedding ceremony—the sport he loves and the person he loves in his life, how perfect it is .

He never thought that this little wish that he mentioned casually would one day be realized. The most surprising thing was the style of the dress:

The gorgeous tuxedo is very textured, velvet and silk fabric, luxurious and soft to the touch; the sterling silver embossed double-breasted button reveals a noble luster, and the exquisite tailoring highlights the tall and well-proportioned figure. The dress is embellished with an antique blue diamond brooch... …

It is exactly the same as the style he drew casually in a magazine interview, and the details are more refined.

Did Yi Chengyun watch his interview?As soon as this idea came up, Wen Zheng was amused by his own whimsy: Impossible.