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

"Don't take me for a fool."

Wen Zheng grabbed Yi Chengyun's collar and stared at him with piercing eyes, unable to tell what mood he was in at the moment:

"That guy Fan Rong put a fake one on me, thinking I can't see it?"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, Yi Chengyun couldn't control himself in front of Wen Zheng for the first time in so many years, and asked in a voice, "You know?"

At that time, after he learned of the good deeds done by the vice president, he immediately rushed back to school. He happened to meet the crazy Wen Zheng who ran down from the teaching building and plunged into the lake with his clothes on in winter. People can't think about it.

When he carried the fainted Wen Zheng to the infirmary, and after making sure that Wen Zheng was fine, he didn't even have time to change his wet clothes. Crushed horse flowers.

"Nonsense, I'm just too lazy to expose him."

The more Wen Zheng thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable. He really didn't understand what Yi Chengyun was planning, so he intentionally provoked him:

"Could it be that you want to watch my show? Fan Rong boasted everywhere that he carried me back 'desperately'. You see, I am very happy to be cheated?"

Yi Chengyun stood up suddenly, with anger in his eyes: "Of course not!"

His original plan was to quietly put the broken horse flowers back the next day without letting Wen Zheng know.But people are not as good as heaven, because he was soaked in the cold lake water all night, even he who was always strong could not hold on.

When he recovered from his illness and returned to school, he found an identical horse flower in the display window. At the same time, it spread throughout the school that Fan Rong had "saved his life" to Wen Zheng.

"Part of the horse flower has been soaked in water,"

Yi Chengyun later asked someone to repair it, but it was a pity that it was still somewhat different from the original one. After careful consideration, he felt that if Wen Zheng had already sent Fan Rong the original product, there was no need to bother him, so he kept silent:

"I'm afraid you will be stimulated again."

it is as expected.

As if all the strength in his body had been taken away, Wen Zheng took a step back subconsciously, looking at him with ever-changing eyes.

That horse flower has been with Wen Zheng for several years, and he can tell at a glance that what Fan Rong gave him is a fake; however, Fan Rong keeps saying how he risked his life to carry him back from the lake, and guard him all night long, etc., he If you receive favor first, it will appear that you don't know what is good or bad when you expose your "good intentions".

Regarding Fan Rong's claim to "give up his life to save others", Wen Zheng also had doubts at the moment. Unfortunately, the school doctor on duty that night was the niece of Fan's family, and he made indirect remarks to no avail.

Now that I think about it, Fan Rong only lied from the beginning to the end in this matter, maybe it was another set-up.

Raising his hand and shaking in front of Wen Zheng's eyes, Yi Chengyun tried to call his attention, but asked helplessly:

"what happened?"

"Do you know why Fan Rong frequently showed affection to me in high school, but I always had a gap with him?"

Taking a few deep breaths, Wen Zheng folded his arms and raised his head to look directly into Yi Chengyun's eyes:

"Because he has always been condescending, and he is not me, so why should he decide for me? I hate this kind of person."

Yi Chengyun's lips moved, Wen Zheng didn't give him a chance to interrupt, and continued in one breath:

"The so-called white lie is not applicable to every situation. Others have the right to know the truth. However, for the sake of helping me vent my anger, give me a chance to confess."

He even knew this... Yi Chengyun's heart skipped a beat, but before he could answer, the phone vibrated suddenly.

When Wen Zheng looked down at the message, he couldn't help being stunned: "How did the Wen family know about this new phone?"

Yi Chengyun was also surprised: "What did they say? Who have you given the contact information to?"

"They let me go back to the door, thinking beautifully..."

Wen Zheng was about to block the unknown number that sent the message, when the hand next to him suddenly reached out and held his hand, he said displeasedly:

"what?"

Yi Chengyun glanced at the message in a hurry, and returned the phone to him in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

It's this boring expression again... Wen Zheng rolled his eyes greatly, pushed him, and didn't want to pursue it, so he said angrily:

"It's not about going for a walk together, let's go."

The two had their own concerns, walking side by side on the grass, silent all the way.

Yi Chengyun peeked at Wen Zheng from time to time, he knew that this person was just pretending to be careless, but he didn't expect his thoughts to be so transparent.

Wen Zheng pushed open the door of the stable first, patted his arm, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want me to teach you?"

Yi Chengyun: Huh?

"I'm free today, so I can give you some advice."

Wen Zheng took the harness from the wall, handed it to Yi Chengyun, and urged:

"Hurry up, I won't teach others if they want to take my class."

Back then they went to the same high school, entered the same equestrian club, and even had the same time for horse training. Wen Zheng often took the opportunity to "teach" Yi Chengyun, which was a great pleasure.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he still had the opportunity to remind Yi Chengyun of the "fear of being found fault", thinking about it makes him excited.

"He looks like he just rolled." Wen Zheng pampered the forehead of his beloved horse Sunflower, then turned around and asked, "Which horse do you want to ride?"

"He." Yi Chengyun touched the Friesian horse named "Salvado" with the back of his hand, and asked uncertainly, "What do you want to teach me?"

Wen Zheng thought for a while: "Depending on our mood, let's take a casual walk first, remember how to prepare the horse?"

This is basically a habit that every equestrian rider develops from childhood. Regardless of the world champion or beginner, he always prepares his own horse, just like a warrior always wipes his sword and shield himself.

Yi Chengyun's hand had already touched the saddle, he paused suddenly, and said without changing his face: "Forgot, you teach me."

"Hmph." Wen Zheng didn't think much, and moved closer to show him: "That's it, put it on and tie the rope."

Yi Chengyun intentionally tilted his head slightly, showing a puzzled expression: "Is that so?"

"No." Wen Zheng held his hand and explained with concentration: "Have you learned it?"

Wen Zheng's palm was warm and soft, like a kitten's paw; Yi Chengyun slid his Adam's apple a few times, his eyes fell on the back of his white hand, and he stroked his palm with his knuckles intentionally or unconsciously.

"What are you doing?!" Wen Zheng let go of his hand like an electric shock, and stared at him: "Troubleshooting?"

Yi Chengyun hid his small thoughts, shrugged his shoulders: "Hands are slippery."

Ready the horses, and the two slowly rode out of the stable one after the other.

"In the beginning, don't pull too hard and support the horse."

Wen Zheng was riding his own racehorse, while pulling the rein easily, he casually asked Yi Chengyun:

"Didn't you ride well before? Why did you give up halfway?"

If Wen Zheng remembers correctly, Yi Chengyun said in high school that he learned to ride a horse at the age of seven, although it was a bit later than him, his foundation should not be bad.

Thinking of some bad things, Yi Chengyun lowered his eyes, and calmly changed the topic: "I'm busy buying stocks, I don't have time."

Wen Zheng turned his head to look at him. This man was wearing a black helmet, his face was handsome and tough, and he was really eye-catching when he was not talking.

Horses are very spiritual animals, just like humans, they have their own personalities.A Friesian horse is called a gentleman among horses. He is calm and quiet, with an elegant and noble appearance, like a prince in a black fringed tuxedo, which matches Yi Chengyun's temperament exactly.

Withdrawing his gaze, Wen Zheng affirmed: "You have a good relationship with Ma."

Yi Chengyun smiled faintly, and patted the horse's neck encouragingly: "I thank Coach Wen on his behalf."

"Don't be proud, student Yi." Wen Zheng was very satisfied with the title of "Coach Wen", stretched on the horse a few times, and said with determination: "I'll go back to Wen's house tomorrow."

Yi Chengyun paused his hand holding the rein, frowned and asked, "So suddenly?"

"Sooner or later this matter must be resolved."

After being reborn, Wen Zheng has been avoiding mentioning his parents, but sooner or later he will have to face it. He said casually:

"If you're not free..."

Yi Chengyun interrupted him decisively: "They probably have ulterior motives."

Just as Wen Zheng was about to joke, "Why are you in a hurry? I have a sense of proportion." The sunflower he was riding kicked his horse's hooves, knocking him up and almost flipping him back.

"Huh, it's so dangerous." Wen Zheng adjusted the rein in time, and laughed at himself: "He probably remembered that I haven't fallen since I came here."

Watching the thrilling scene just now, Yi Chengyun's hand holding the rein showed bruises, and said nothing; Wen Zheng told him that most horses are smart and delicate in nature, and can keenly sense the rider's emotions.

I don't know what Yi Chengyun was thinking, Wen Zheng thought he was distracted, and said dissatisfied: "You don't want to see how I learn?"

Yi Chengyun came back to his senses, and said slowly: "Then let me observe from the side first?"

Wen Zheng nodded: "Yes."

Yi Chengyun sat down on the garden chair, while thinking about the Wen family's intention to let Wen Zheng go back, while looking at the people jogging not far away, he was lost in a moment:

Wen Zheng sat upright on the horse, and was leading the horse to a basic warm-up. His facial features were deep and delicate, and his body muscles were perfect. In the morning sun and the green grass, he was as pleasing to the eye as an oil painting.

After half an hour of relaxation practice, Wen Zheng drove his horse towards Yi Chengyun, turned off his horse reservedly, and asked casually, "How?"

"I thought about it. What you just said was a bit abstract."

Yi Chengyun stood up, careful not to let him see the clue, and said solemnly:

"I need specific guidance."

Wen Zheng was taken aback for a moment, looked at him suspiciously, and reluctantly replied: "Okay, just change to another horse for field practice."

When the two rode on the back of the same horse, Yi Chengyun couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, and his tone remained calm:

"Is it hard here?"

Wen Zheng sat behind him, with his chest pressed against his thick back, before he could reply, his hand was held by him...

"That's right, it's here." Wen Zheng pretended to be calm, and couldn't help swallowing: his abdominal muscles felt amazing!How did Yi Chengyun practice secretly!

Didn't hear any fluctuations in his voice, Yi Chengyun continued to grab his hand and went down: "Really? I always feel unnatural?"

Strong heartbeat, explosive muscles, scalding body temperature... A strange idea popped up in Wen Zheng's mind for a moment:

Could Yi Chengyun be seducing him?

No, no, no!

Shocked by this thought, he almost couldn't sit still, Wen Zheng withdrew his hand "whoosh" and stammered: "Standard, the standard is very good!"

Yi Chengyun persisted: "Then you teach me some new moves?"

Wen Zheng was quick to gain wisdom: "It's not safe in the wild."

Yi Chengyun's eyes darkened, he reined in the reins, and turned around unexpectedly.

The tips of their noses rubbed against each other without warning, Wen Zheng's brain froze on the spot, and his eyes were fixed on the two thin lips that were getting closer to him...