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

The dresser and Pei Siyu couldn't help admiring while helping Wen Zheng arrange the clothes: "You are simply a prince."

Looking at himself in the mirror, Wen Zheng raised the corner of his mouth and joked:

"Maybe there will be a chance in the future, I will wear this suit to participate in the competition."

Pei Siyu agreed: "It must."

The reception of guests was mainly hosted by Yi Chengyun and Chu Yang. Pei Siyu was called out for a while in the middle, and Wen Zheng was busy familiarizing himself with the process and didn't take it seriously.

"The Yi family has a wide network of people,"

When Pei Siyu came back, he brought cocktails and desserts to satisfy his hunger. On the way, he glanced at the list of congratulatory gifts and clicked his tongue frequently:

"Senior officials from various countries, Wall Street tycoons... almost all the world's famous people appear on it."

"Their family business is quite extensive,"

Sitting on the rocking chair bored, Wen Zheng didn't have the slightest sense of nervousness about the upcoming wedding. He picked up a chocolate ball and threw it into his mouth. He turned his head and asked his friends:

"Don't keep talking about their family, what's wrong with you? Don't say it's okay, I can see it."

Pei Siyu was stunned for a moment, a wry smile appeared on his lips, and he looked away:

"It really doesn't matter, today is your happy day, don't mention unhappy things."

He clearly had something to do with his answer, Wen Zheng straightened up, blinked and said:

"It's okay, today is an auspicious day, there are no taboos"

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Pei Siyu sniffled and replied slowly:

"I was injured during training two days ago, so I went home early to rest, and happened to see Yang Xue and others in my living room..."

Yang Xue is Pei Siyu's ex-boyfriend. All the friends around him are not optimistic about them. It can be seen that he likes them, but it is hard to explain clearly. He shrugged and laughed at himself:

"About him, you are right. I am really short-sighted. This time I let him go on the spot."

Wen Zheng's heart skipped a beat: I don't know if Pei Siyu's accidental death in his previous life had something to do with Yang Xue?

He calmly comforted: "Then take this opportunity to relax here? There are a few potential racehorses at the racecourse, which happen to help me train. As a reward, I will leave the bouquet to you later."

"I'm not a little girl waiting to be married."

Pei Siyu was amused by him, took a deep breath, and looked out the window:

"To tell you the truth, I feel very relieved to be separated from him. I am very grateful that you invited me to be the best man this time, and I am especially happy for you. Every time you train before, nine out of ten sentences you say are inseparable from Mr. Yi, and you will be together , not at all surprising."

Wen Zheng sneered at this: "When did it happen? I don't remember it, and even if I mentioned it, I would scold him."

Pei Siyu raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to bet or not? Don't forget, there is a video of every training session, full of evidence, and I will find out tomorrow."

Wen Zheng was not convinced: "What are you betting on?"

……

The ceremony was scheduled to be held at 10:30 in the morning. At 10:[-], the guests were already seated. The Yi family only invited a dozen people. They were either political figures or the richest couple in a certain area.

Chu Yang was about to remind Yi Chengyun that he should go to the garden to get ready, when a white extended Lincoln arrived late, Zhang Yang stopped in front of the gate.

The car door was opened by the driver, and a tall man in a black suit stepped out of the car calmly, stepped forward and held Yi Chengyun's hand:

"Sorry, there was a delay on the way."

The man is as tall as Yi Chengyun, with thick black sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyes are firm and sharp - he is the backer behind Wen Qi, another domineering hero in the original book, Fan Rui, the general manager of the Fan Group.

Yi Chengyun replied lightly: "It's okay, you will save face when you come."

Both of them are young talents with a calm and self-possessed personality, and they have always advertised a friendly relationship to the outside world. Even Chu Yang, who is most familiar with Yi Chengyun, can't see any gap between the two.

After Fan Rui got out of the car, a man who looked somewhat similar to him also got out of the car, but compared with his calm elder brother, Fan Rong, the second son of the Fan family, was pale and full of stubble. of dark circles.

"Chu Yang, greet the two Mr. Fan well."

Without going up to greet Fan Rong, Yi Chengyun let Chu Yang take over, and evaded without a trace:

"The wedding is about to begin, please allow me to excuse me."

The backyard of Yijia, which was originally a little deserted in winter, is now full of flowers. The wedding entrance is a pumpkin cart woven with thousands of roses, just like a fairy tale world.As the wedding march slowly played, the door of the rose car was gently opened by the flower girl. Wen Zheng, who was wearing a tuxedo, held the hand of his coach, walked through the pink archway made of rose balloons, and stepped on the red carpet covered with petals. on the blanket.

Yi Chengyun stood quietly on the other side of the red carpet. At this moment, the hustle and bustle around him seemed to freeze in an instant, and only the person walking towards him was left in his eyes:

The golden sunlight hit Wen Zheng's handsome and delicate face, his short black hair was combed meticulously, his neck was as graceful as a swan, and he was full of energy on the field, like an elf prince walking out of a fairyland.

This is the person he has been thinking about for most of his life, everything in front of him is like a dream.

What he didn't know was that Wen Zheng's thinking was exactly the same as his.

When stepping on the red carpet, Wen Zheng's whole body was stiff until he saw the figure of that person.

The sunlight coated Yi Chengyun's tall and straight outline with a layer of light gold, his eyes were deep and soft, and his normally serious brows were warm and peaceful at this moment.Inopportunely, Wen Zheng's mind inexplicably recalled the look in his past life, when Yi Chengyun held a press conference, cleared his stigma for him after all criticisms, and endured the grief in his eyes.

Why is that man sad?Wen Zheng couldn't figure it out at all.

He stared at Yi Chengyun who was standing at the end waiting, and the other party was also staring at him, that person was wearing the exact same tuxedo, the two looked so well matched.

The coach brought Wen Zheng in front of Yi Chengyun, and handed the hands of his lover to the groom. The sound of the music gradually died down, and the surrounding was quiet. The guests held their breath, and the audience focused on the couple.

Yi Chengyun's gaze was like fire, Wen Zheng's breathing and heartbeat became more and more rapid unconsciously, and his mind went blank.

The warm and powerful touch on his hands pulled Wen Zheng back from his daze, and he stared down at the hands of the two:

It was too real, for a moment, he almost mistakenly thought that the two were real husband and wife.

"Are you okay?" Yi Chengyun asked in a low voice, feeling slightly astringent in his heart: Wen Zheng didn't want to look at him.

"Yeah." Wen Zheng swallowed several times, his back trembled, and forced out a small smile, trying his best not to let him notice the clue.

The witness of the marriage was Mr. Wei, a business leader and Yi Chengyun's mentor. He cleared his throat and began to read the testimony:

"Gentlemen and ladies... please exchange rings for a new couple."

"This……"

When the two best men approached, Wen Zheng noticed that what they handed over was not the wedding ring he had chosen, but an antique wooden box carved with dragon and phoenix patterns; Cabochon emerald sterling silver ring, the soft luster of fresh emerald green and sterling silver is beautifully set against the jet black brocade.

The sound of gasping among the guests came one after another. This kind of antique imperial green jadeite, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it. It is indeed Yi Chengyun's handwriting.

Why did you change it?

Wen Zheng raised his eyes hesitantly, and Yi Chengyun stared at him, and nodded to him imperceptibly; he suddenly remembered Yi Chengyun and Chu Yang's going out yesterday, and couldn't help muttering in his heart:

If you were going to use this earlier, why did you ask me to choose it, forget it, and ask later.

The witness continued to speak loudly: "I would like to invite you to testify to their marriage oath..."

"I object!"

The sudden shout broke the romantic atmosphere, Fan Rong's eyes were bloodshot, he clenched his fists, and rushed towards the two of them:

"Wen Zheng, you obviously hate him so much."

Wen Zheng felt that Yi Chengyun suddenly squeezed his hand hard, and the palm was pinched so painfully, he frowned, turned his head, and looked coldly at the hysterical Fan Rong.

Stopped by the bodyguards on both sides, Fan Rong desperately reached out to Wen Zheng, and shouted regardless:

"Wen Zheng, I like you, come with me, no matter what he threatens you, I will protect you!"

Fan Rong's hair was disheveled, and he was holding a ring box in his hand. It was obvious that he had been preparing for the scene of "grabbing the bride".Before coming here, he firmly believed that Wen Zheng married Yi Chengyun must have some difficulties, he never expected...

All the guests' attention fell on Wen Zheng, who raised his head and said coldly, "Who are you?"

Fan Rong's acting skills are impeccable and realistic. If Wen Zheng didn't know his true face, he would have been overwhelmed by his "sincerity".

It was this "good brother" who caused Wen Zheng's family to be destroyed in his previous life, and died unexpectedly.

Fan Rong's whole body was shocked, and he couldn't believe that Wen Zheng would say such words, and the way the other party looked at him, as if he was not a living thing at all!

Yi Chengyun next to him didn't say a word, but held Wen Zheng's hand tightly, his eyes signaled the bodyguards to drag down the dumbfounded Fan Rong.

Unexpectedly, when Wen Zheng saw the bodyguard moving, he suddenly rolled his eyes and interrupted in a cold voice: "Don't, let him come over."

Yi Chengyun's heart that had just stabilized sank to the bottom: Sure enough, it's still...

For a moment, Fan Rong was overjoyed and rushed towards Wen Zheng: "Follow me..."

Before he could say "go", Wen Zheng rushed forward and punched him on the nose with all his might!

"Whoever ruins the wedding will be fired!"

Unable to relieve his anger with a punch, Wen Zheng kicked him down with both feet, cursing while beating:

"Protecting you*, what!"

The sudden change caught everyone off guard, especially Yi Chengyun, who seemed to be motionless on the surface, but in fact experienced ups and downs in his heart in a few seconds, and it took him a moment to come back to his senses, and said in a deep voice:

"stop!"

Calmly stepping forward to grab the runaway Wen Zheng, Yi Chengyun handed him the self-defense stick drawn from the bodyguard, and whispered:

"Hit with this, don't hurt your hands."

Onlookers: ...

Fan Rong hugged his head in disbelief, and couldn't escape being restrained by the bodyguards, so he kept screaming:

After so many years of painstaking efforts, it is impossible for Wen Zheng to see through, it must be Yi Chengyun's tricks!

Letting Wen Zheng vent his anger, Yi Chengyun tactfully persuaded him to stop, implying that there were still guests and it was time to leave it to the bodyguards.

Without looking at Fan Rong who was being dragged away, Wen Zheng took the paper towel handed over by Yi Chengyun to wipe his hands clean, shook his hair refreshed, and asked casually, "Are your clothes messed up? Bring a mirror."

Wen Zheng himself didn't know, but at this moment his eyes were lively and unrestrained, like a little leopard with teeth and claws, very cute.

Yi Chengyun's heartbeat missed half a beat, and he stepped forward, holding his hand for arranging his bow tie with one hand, smoothing the wrinkles on his shirt with the other, looking down at him, and said softly:

"No, it's fine as it is."

The tips of their noses were almost touching, Wen Zheng was stunned for a moment, he had never seen Yi Chengyun show such a soft gaze, especially when the man's breath seemed to be scattered on his earlobe, itching, but Inexplicably, he could hardly breathe.