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

The lips of the two were less than one centimeter apart, and Yi Chengyun was about to kiss him just a little bit.

Wen Zheng seemed to stop breathing for a moment, and even forgot to dodge, staring at his face in a daze, and couldn't help thinking of the specious "kiss" between the two at the wedding.

This is not the first time the two have been so close, their eyelashes are long and thick, will they fight when they kiss?

Startled by the thought in his mind, Wen Zheng was terrified, and subconsciously hid back, forgetting that Yi Chengyun was still holding his hand, staggered and almost took the two of them off the horse.

"Coach Wen, I have never practiced equestrian gymnastics."

Yi Chengyun grabbed the rein tightly with one hand to stabilize the horse, and held Wen Zheng's hand with the other, and said calmly:

"This kind of difficult backflip is really impossible."

But Wen Zheng lay on his back out of inertia, with his head resting on his shoulder, and their faces rubbed against each other.

His heart skipped a beat in an instant, Wen Zheng's body was as stiff as a rock, and when he raised his eyes, he bumped into Yi Chengyun's deep eyes again.

"Did you...do it on purpose?"

Even in the panic, Wen Zheng noticed Yi Chengyun's ease of handling the rein just now, and gritted his teeth and asked:

"What's your idea?"

Not only did he not let go of his hand, but Yi Chengyun felt the body temperature coming from behind, and maintained a posture of half-turning his head to look at him:

Wen Zheng has bright almond eyes like a deer, a high nose bridge, and beautifully shaped lips; he doesn't like perfume, only a faint fragrance of grass and trees in his hair, like a prince on horseback.

"Didn't you volunteer to teach me?"

Resisting the urge to lower his head to kiss him, Yi Chengyun scratched his palm like a prank, noticing that the man averted his eyes from embarrassment, he chuckled lightly:

"Then I'll run around casually, take a look."

After finishing speaking, Yi Chengyun straightened up, let go of the rein, and let the horse trot on the grass with the two of them.

The wind blowing on the face is mixed with fresh grass fragrance, raising Wen Zheng's bangs, usually he is the one holding the reins, and it is rare that the role is reversed once.He half hugged Yi Chengyun, besides the crisp sound of horseshoes, there was also a gradually accelerating heartbeat in his ears.

A scattered fragment flashed through Wen Zheng's mind, as if he had a similar memory before, when...

"how?"

Yi Chengyun patted the horse's neck to show encouragement, and when he turned around, he saw Wen Zheng staring at him in a daze, and asked tentatively:

"It's not like coach Wen not to give some pointers."

"Stop yelling!"

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by him, Wen Zheng came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and said absent-mindedly:

"You're clearly pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. I won't be fooled."

Yi Chengyun had hoped that he would think of something, but he also knew that this cannot be forced, so he said casually while riding back:

"The documents you entrusted to the lawyer before have been processed. I will go through them in the afternoon to confirm that there are no other problems or loopholes before proceeding to the next step."

Hearing the good news, Wen Zheng was refreshed, and felt a little sorry for leaving everything to Yi Chengyun, so he volunteered:

"I'll help too!"

Reining in the horse at the door of the stable, Yi Chengyun looked back at Wen Zheng with a half-smile. The two of them studied in the same university, so he naturally knew which subjects Wen Zheng was most likely to fall asleep in class.

Without pointing it out directly, Yi Chengyun got off his horse, raised his hand to help him down, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"you sure?"

As a matter of course, he firmly held his hand back, Wen Zheng jumped off the horse briskly, raised his head and promised:

"Don't look down on me! I also study business!"

Yi Chengyun: You said it yourself.

After lunch, Wen Zheng consciously disturbed Yi Chengyun all morning, and silently picked up the computer and went to the living room. He still remembered the bet he made with Pei Siyu on the wedding day:

He wanted to look through the previous videos to prove that he never mentioned Yi Chengyun every time he practiced!

The first section is the video of the recent class. Wen Zheng and Pei Siyu were doing lap practice. He heard his own voice clearly:

"Yi Chengyun is mad at me!"

Pei Siyu: "What's wrong?"

Wen Zheng: "I took a fancy to that villa, but he cut it off! I didn't even leave a single one!"

Pei Siyu: "Why don't you discuss it with him? Do you want to come over to a building? He seems quite reasonable."

Wen Zheng: "I don't want it!"

Click to close the video, Wen Zheng recited this silently, and opened the second paragraph without giving up, he was doing equestrian gymnastics to warm up, and chatting with Pei Siyu at the same time:

"I saw Yi Chengyun in the VIP seat in the exhibition match yesterday, is he the sponsor this time?"

Pei Siyu: "I don't remember, but I heard that he seems to have a favorite rider, and the chairman of the Horse Federation is also thinking of wooing him."

Wen Zheng: "Really? Who is it?"

Pei Siyu: "I don't know, could it be you?"

Wen Zheng: "Impossible."

……

Wen Zheng was listening intently, when suddenly his ears felt itchy, he raised his hand subconsciously, and was caught off guard by his wrist, the man's voice seemed to be close to his ears:

"Why are you so fascinated?"

He turned his head abruptly, and Yi Chengyun's handsome face was enlarged before his eyes, and his petrified appearance was reflected in the other's dark eyes.

"Silly?"

Yi Chengyun just called him a few times but didn't see any response, so he sat directly beside him, raised his hand to take off his earphones, and joked:

"Is it a training video? Let me see it."

"no!"

Wen Zheng came to his senses, closed the computer with a "snap", and snatched back the earphone cord:

"Do not show you!"

Yi Chengyun glanced at him thoughtfully, without asking any further questions, he casually tapped the folder on the table with his knuckles:

"Here is the legal information. I have read most of it. If there is no problem, the legal affairs will follow up tomorrow morning."

Wen Zheng looked at the pages as thick as a dictionary, and couldn't help clicking his tongue: "So many?!"

Yi Chengyun nodded: "Your father is not a vegetarian. The company's lawyer team studied for a few days before finding a breakthrough."

He paused and suggested, "After dinner, I'll take you through the important items."

Wen Zheng was in a complicated mood: "Okay."

During dinner, Wen Zheng listened to Yi Chengyun briefly explain the legal process, which was not too complicated, and simply explained that from tomorrow onwards he would no longer be subject to the Wen family.

After eating, the two sat side by side at the desk. Wen Zheng picked up a pen, opened the document, and faced the densely packed page, he looked deathly: "Come on."

"Pay special attention to these items,"

Yi Chengyun held his hand naturally, put the tip of the pen on the paper, and explained in a slow voice:

"Let's look at the column of people first..."

His voice is deep and magnetic, and when he speaks, his breath sprays on Wen Zheng's earlobe, which is itchy; his palm is slightly larger than Wen Zheng's, and his slender five-finger joints are well defined, just enough to cover the back of Wen Zheng's hand , gentle and warm...

"So we have to pay attention to this place..."

Halfway through Yi Chengyun's speech, his shoulders suddenly sank: Wen Zheng leaned on him, his long eyelashes resting on his lower eyelids obediently, trembling with his steady breathing.

It really hasn't changed at all.

Yi Chengyun quietly put down his pen, he had already read the information once and recited it by heart, and he gave Wen Zheng it to reassure him.

He carefully turned his body so that Wen Zheng could slide into his arms, like a docile kitten; he lowered his head slightly, and sprinkled soft kisses on Wen Zheng's forehead, between his eyebrows and the tip of his nose...

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Zheng rubbed his face against a piece of soft, warm and extremely comfortable "pillow". What exactly is it?

"I don't even say I'm envious,"

Calculating the time when he woke up, Yi Chengyun flicked the dimples on his face with his fingertips, and asked in a breathy voice against his ear:

"Why do you love it so much?"

Wen Zheng who opened his eyes and exploded into fireworks: ...