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

"You and I!"

Wen Zheng pulled the quilt desperately, not knowing whether to cover himself or Yi Chengyun first, his mind went blank:

"Why aren't you wearing pajamas?!"

"Don't worry, you didn't take it off."

As if to see through his thoughts, Yi Chengyun sat up calmly, lifted the quilt and answered:

"I was a little bored last night, and that's it when I fell asleep. You are also together?"

Wen Zheng's rationality, which had just recovered a little, was wiped out again: "Don't!"

Compared with Wen Zheng who doubted his life, Yi Chengyun looked calm and composed, and began to put on clothes in front of the mirror.

The morning sun hit his smooth back muscles, which was a healthy honey color.

"If you don't want to have lunch at Wen's house, we have to leave early."

Sensing the sight from behind, Yi Chengyun carefully rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, turned around and asked relaxedly:

"Or do you have other plans?"

"Don't act like nothing happened."

Wen Zheng pulled his hair to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Yi Chengyun's paralyzed face was actually so bold in private, and he seized the opportunity to sarcastically say:

"Take off your clothes every now and then, is it President Yi's alternative way to relax?"

"Thank you for reminding me, I didn't think of this good method before."

Not only was he not irritated by him, but Yi Chengyun calmly walked to the bedside, leaned over with his hands on his side, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Then I don't have to worry about it tonight, I believe you can understand."

How do you feel about waking up every day in the future and seeing your nemesis without clothes?

Wen Zheng: Labor and management don't want to know.

Last night's legal documents have been handed over to the Yi Family's legal team. Not long after the two finished their breakfast, Yi Chengyun received the lawyer's confirmation email, then handed the tablet to Wen Zheng, and said calmly:

"See if there is anything to add."

"Me?" I didn't know why I took it, Wen Zheng caught a glimpse of some familiar luxury goods on it, belatedly:

"Could it be for my parents?"

Yi Chengyun didn't make a sound, just returned him a familiar look, the meaning was self-evident: otherwise?

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Wen Zheng felt alive again, and his ideological realm was sublimated again. He actually maintained his surface calm and handed the tablet back, instead of throwing it directly on the face that deserved a beating:

"random."

Recently, under Yi Chengyun's behest, various major media have continuously exposed various problems of the Yonghua Palace project, Wen's stock price has reached a new low, and Wen's father may be struggling to deal with all parties' doubts.

Given the current relationship between the two families, sending two mountains of gold and silver may not be able to alleviate it, but it is just a superficial effort.

When the two walked out of the villa, Wen Zheng was not surprised to see several tall bodyguards standing beside the convoy ready to go, which made him even more uneasy.

"Are you nervous?"

Silently paying attention to the changes in his expression, Yi Chengyun used a declarative tone, he opened the car door for Wen Zheng himself, and said in a deep voice:

"If you're not ready, don't force yourself."

"Tch, to me this is just a small scene."

Wen Zheng sat in the car stiffly, feeling that his black suit was extremely awkward, and muttered:

"Sooner or later, there will be a showdown. It's better to cut the mess quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand was suddenly held tightly by Yi Chengyun who was sitting beside him. Before he could speak, he just heard the man say solemnly:

"I am nervous."

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then heard Yi Chengyun continue: "I'm afraid they will ask 'get on the bus first and pay the fare later', I won't answer."

Wen Zheng: You are enough...

His hands were warm, gentle but strong, Wen Zheng could feel the palm lines of his palms on the back of his hands, and felt an inexplicable sense of security.

The back seat of the car was very quiet, Yi Chengyun would occasionally receive a call or two, and he never let go of Wen Zheng's hand.

Wen's family was in another part of the city. When the car drove into the villa area, Wen Zheng recognized his house at a glance, and saw the housekeeper with two bodyguards from a distance, actually standing in front of the gate waiting.

This is rare.

He was in a bad mood for a while, because the old man and father Wen didn't like to see him since he was a child, and his mother begged for nothing to marry into the Wen family. She ranked last in the Wen family, and the housekeeper often helped his elder brother Wen Qi to serve him. stumbling block.

Anyway, even if Wen Zheng complained, the person in charge wouldn't listen, and the people below followed suit, so they didn't take him seriously on the surface.

"It seems that they are very satisfied with you. I have lived here for so many years, and I have never enjoyed the treatment of a housekeeper."

The car stopped in front of the door, just as Wen Zheng wanted to tidy up his clothes, he awkwardly said:

"You can let go of your hands."

Yi Chengyun was lowering his hair to send a message, when he heard his words, he turned his head and glanced at him, not only did not let go, he simply turned sideways, blocking Wen Zheng tightly in the corner of the back seat, like a big dog protecting food.

Wen Zheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he remained motionless; his appearance reminded Yi Chengyun of when they were in Australia, they rescued the koala that was frightened by a car on the road together.

Restraintly raised his hand to straighten his collar, Yi Chengyun's eyes wandered for a second at the first button of his shirt unbuttoned, he suppressed the emotions he shouldn't have, and then let go of his hand: "Okay."

The old butler watched the car stop indifferently, and didn't intend to go forward, until he saw the two people who got off the car, he was taken aback for a moment, hesitated and said:

"Second young master, the master, wife and young master are waiting inside, it may not be convenient to receive Mr. Yi now."

Yi Chengyun got out of the car first, and cast a blank glance at the butler without saying a word.

I see.Wen Zheng sneered in his heart, and raised his voice: "I don't know who is sneering and asking me to go back. As a housekeeper, I don't even understand this kind of etiquette, why don't you do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, two stalwart bodyguards immediately stood in front of the butler; the butler, who was trying to domineering in front of the two of them just now, instinctively took a step back and glared at Wen Zheng angrily, but happened to meet him The eyes of Yi Chengyun beside him:

Indifferent, oppressive, murderous, like a fierce lion.

Unconsciously shivering, the butler lowered his head, hunched his back, reluctantly leading the way for the two: "This way."

A few people stood still in front of the door, faint voices could be heard in the living room, Wen Zheng's expression sank a little.

Yi Chengyun stood half a step away from him, had a panoramic view of his every move, frowned slightly, and did not speak.

Standing in front of the gate, Wen Zheng suddenly turned his head and said to Yi Chengyun in a low voice: "Don't go in, just wait."

Scenes from his previous life flashed before Wen Zheng's eyes, he took a few deep breaths, put his hand on the doorknob, and Wen's father's voice instantly amplified:

"You let him in alone."

Just a moment ago, Wen's father heard the report from the housekeeper that Yi Chengyun came with his youngest son, which surprised him; he didn't think there was anything about Wen Zheng that could attract Yi Chengyun. , he only felt that his face was shameless, and he only thought that Yi Chengyun came here on purpose to embarrass his family.

After pushing open the door, Wen Zheng took two steps forward, and stopped involuntarily; staring straight at his father on the sofa, he didn't say a word.

There were three people sitting on the sofa, namely Father Wen, Mother Wen and elder brother Wen Qi.

When the three of them heard the sound of the door opening, they all turned their heads at the same time. These familiar glances without any kindness still made Wen Zheng's back unconsciously shudder.He has dreamed all his life, hoping to integrate into this family, but what he responds to is rejection and disappointment time and time again.

Seeing that there was no one behind him, Wen's father thought that the butler finally stopped Yi Chengyun. He gave Wen Zheng who was standing in front of the door a disgusted look, and didn't speak, but perfunctorily pointed to the sofa on the other side.

Wen Zheng didn't move, and the atmosphere in the huge living room was awkward.

"Xiao Zheng, come here."

Wen's mother carefully glanced at Wen's father and Wen Qi, and then dared to wave to the younger son, and said softly:

"You kid, you didn't even notify your parents when you got married, and you made trouble for the company. What are you talking about! Come on, first come over and confess your mistake to your father."

"It's not me who should admit my mistake."

Pretending to be indifferent and shrugging his shoulders, Wen Zheng looked at his parents who seemed like strangers, only feeling sad:

"I'm already married. Anyway, the Yonghua Palace project will let our whole family fall into it sooner or later. I won't accompany you."

"What the hell are you thinking? Slandering your company for a man? Where did Wen's come from? Eat inside and outside!"

Wen's mother's eyes were red as she spoke, Jian Wenzheng stood at the door indifferently, and persuaded with a crying voice:

"Is it Yi Chengyun who fed you the delusional soup? You were very obedient before, I beg you, don't be obsessed with your obsession anymore."

Wen Zheng laughed: "You never accompanied me when I was growing up, so don't talk nonsense."

In his previous life, he didn't understand until his death why, even though he was his mother's own son, his mother would only help Wen Qi since he was a child, and turned a blind eye to him being bullied and neglected.

After he died, he knew the inside story, and then he knew that apart from Wenmu, he really loved Wenfu, and there was another shady truth—Wen Qi was also Wenmu's biological son.

"How could you say such things to Mom!"

Wen's mother burst into tears, but looking at the two men around her who had nothing to do with her, only she mourned:

"Don't you even want your family for the sake of outsiders?"

Wen Zheng shook his head imperceptibly. Back then, she didn't stop Wen's father from taking risks and framing his son for the benefit of billions of dollars. She certainly never thought that the lives of the husband and wife would be involved.

"do not Cry."

Xu Shi got a headache from his wife's crying, Father Wen waved his hand impatiently, and directly gave Wen Zheng an ultimatum:

"Two things, I will serve tea to your grandfather and kowtow to admit his mistake, go back and divorce the surname Yi, and I will settle the matter with you slowly after the other matters are settled."

Wen Zheng asked coldly: "If I don't do it, what can you do?"

Wen's father glanced at him contemptuously, without intending to get angry: "Then you don't want to be Wen's family."

Before Wen Zheng could answer, the door opened with a "bang", Yi Chengyun straightened his suit, and faced the astonished eyes of Wen's father and mother:

"Uncle Wen, long time no see."

With one hand on Wen Zheng's arm, Yi Chengyun hugged him and walked forward, without changing his face, he said:

"I must remind Uncle Wen that he belongs to the Yi family now."

Behind them, ten bodyguards filed in and lined up beside the two of them, each holding three or four gift boxes, which contained abalone wings, bellies and jewelry.

But all of them were in black suits and black ties, with the same expressionless faces as Yi Chengyun, not as if they were here to give gifts, but as if they were here to spoil the scene.

"Mr. Yi, what does this mean?"

Wen Qi on the side couldn't sit still. He still remembered what Yi Chengyun said to Fan Rui last time, which caused him to lose several important resources. He couldn't swallow this tone:

"We want to talk to Wen Zheng alone, can you please avoid it first?"

Yi Chengyun was as immobile as a mountain: "Impossible."

When Yi Chengyun appeared, the feeling of suffocation that had just weighed down Wen Zheng's breath was gone, he felt the temperature from the hand, and the blood in his whole body seemed to start flowing again.

After calming down, he admired Wen Qi's deflated expression with great interest, as interesting as watching a clown performance.

This is why Yi Chengyun is particularly irritating. No matter who he is, he always has an attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away; before the night in the hotel for the two of them, Wen Zheng once firmly believed that the reason why Yi Chengyun became the one in the book in his previous life The only man who didn't succumb to Wen Qi's charm was because the other party was not good at that.

It was funny in his heart, Wen Zheng also imitated his paralyzed face, lightly glanced at the three people in the hall, and said unhurriedly:

"I didn't come back to discuss with you, but I specially prepared a return gift."

Signaling the two bodyguards to take a step forward, Wen Zheng pointed to the folders in their hands and calmly announced:

"This is the latest registration information of Wenhua, Wendao and other five subsidiaries. I have notarized it through a lawyer. From today onwards, I am no longer a corporate legal person, and the property will return to the original owner. Whoever committed what happened, please bear it yourself responsibility."

As he expected, as soon as these words came out, father Wen, who had always been as stable on the outside, finally showed a hint of ferocity in his eyes.