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

Before Wen Zheng could say the word "wait", he slid into Yi Chengyun's arms, feeling warm and safe.

"Don't worry, this is a free trial experience."

Yi Chengyun's voice seemed to have magic power, Wen Zheng heard his heart beating faster and faster, his nose was filled with the light fragrance of that person, he tried to close his eyes, but his sense of touch was magnified several times in the darkness.

He clearly felt the warm breath on the pinna, and then the small earlobe was hooked into the mouth by the tip of his tongue, as if a warm current washed over his whole body, making him bite the pillow involuntarily.

Yi Chengyun seemed to be tasting a candy, he was not in a hurry to crush it and swallow it, but patiently allowed the sweetness to ferment in his mouth repeatedly...

Just now, Zheng Wen felt like fireworks had been going off in his mind for tens of seconds, his eyes were still full of white spots when he closed his eyes, he weakly supported Yi Chengyun's hand that wanted to untie his pajamas, and his voice was extremely hoarse:

"I'm tired."

He didn't know that now his eyes were half asleep, his thick and slender eyelashes were trembling, and half a teardrop was hooked in the corner of his slightly upturned eye, which made people want to treat him even more; his lips were half opened, like Cherries waiting to be picked; the open collar reveals a large piece of white skin, which is dyed a lovely pink, like a ripe peach.

"I know."

Taking a deep breath, Yi Chengyun's eyes darkened, he held his hand behind his back, and tried his best to adjust his breathing:

"Wipe it up for you."

It is indeed much better for others to do it than solo——Wen Zheng leaned drowsily on Yi Chengyun's body, lazily letting him clean up for himself, and this sentence suddenly popped up in his mind.

However, there seems to be something wrong?

He grabbed Yi Chengyun's hand and wanted to say something, but he was probably too tired, he didn't have time to say it, his eyelids kept twitching, and he fell asleep in that person's arms after a while.

"When did your hand heal?"

It wasn't until the two of them had breakfast together the next day that Wen Zheng came to his senses, grabbed Yi Chengyun by the collar, and asked the teacher for his guilt:

"Don't expect to be able to get away with it, I remember it clearly, your 'injured' hand was more flexible than mine last night!"

"May I take that as a compliment?"

Meeting Wen Zheng's murderous eyes, Yi Chengyun knew he was wrong, and said vaguely:

"In the past two days, the ointment has worked quickly, and the doctor said that the fixing bracket can be removed."

"When I haven't broken a bone?!"

Wen Zheng was laughed out of anger, thinking of how guilty he was for this matter a few days ago, he wished he could travel back and strangle himself to death:

"You really are a bad liar!"

After saying this, Wen Zheng stood up abruptly and left the table without looking back.

"Master," Zhou Jun, who was watching the whole quarrel between the two, trembled in fear, "Aren't you going to chase?"

Yi Chengyun put down the knife and fork, wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, and calmly replied: "Chasing, I have a measure."

Shutting the door with a "bang", Wen Zheng naturally wouldn't hear Yi Chengyun's words, he angrily dragged out the suitcase, and threw piles of clothes into it vigorously as if venting his anger.

"He was just too much,"

After tidying up for a long time, he was paralyzed on the ground. He couldn't bear it anymore and took out his mobile phone to complain to Pei Siyu:

"What's the point of telling such a lie? I just want to see me laugh!"

"I don't know, I think it's quite interesting." Pei Siyu was probably in a break from training, and replied quickly:

"I just saw the horse trainer bring Mr. Yi's two horses here for field training at the racecourse. They seem to be in good condition. Why don't you ask him if he can use them for you? If it's suitable, you don't have to run around the world."

Wen Zheng sneered at this: "I won't ask him!"

Pei Siyu didn't think too much about it: "Anyway, I think those two horses look quite suitable. You are a husband and wife. Needless to say, don't ask for it. By the way, are you going to Brussels tomorrow night? I heard that Yang Xue is also there .”

Seeing Pei Siyu mentioning this person, Wen Zheng's temples twitched: "Yes, but you still miss him, don't you? Be sober! There is only one cheating and countless times. Do you want to plant grassland on your head? "

However, after this message was sent, Pei Siyu never replied.

Sighing, Wen Zheng put his phone back into his trouser pocket and set off for training.

At the end of the day, when he went to training in the morning, Yi Chengyun had already left for the company; when he came back in the evening, Yi Chengyun was said to have to work overtime, leaving him alone to face a table full of sumptuous dinner:

"Great! Happy to be quiet!"

When he turned off the lights and went to sleep, Wen Zhengfang suddenly remembered that the two hadn't seen each other all day except in the morning.

"Click." There was a very soft sound of opening the door, coming from the study room connected to the bedroom.

Wen Zheng looked up at the watch next to him, the hour hand was one tick short of "11", did that person work overtime until this time?

Lying quietly with his back to the door, he waited for a long time, but still did not hear the sound of the bedroom door being opened.

"Is it a guilty conscience, and you dare not go back to your room to sleep?"

Unable to tell what was going on in his heart, Wen Zheng covered his head with the quilt: Why does he want to know what Yi Chengyun thinks? !

"Well……"

The next morning, Wen Zheng was woken up by the alarm, and he habitually reached out to touch his side, completely cold.

He lost his drowsiness in an instant, sat up slowly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and there was no trace of sleeping on the pillow next to him.

Standing in front of the study door, Wen Zheng put one hand on the doorknob, not knowing why he was hesitating.

According to the scheduled plan, he will fly to Europe today to find suitable horses and custom-made clothing for the competition. He planned to tell Yi Chengyun about this yesterday.

Then he did a move that he couldn't explain himself: first he stuck to the door and listened carefully to the movement inside, then tiptoedly turned the doorknob, took a quick look, and immediately closed the door like a guilty conscience.

"I didn't see anything."

Taking a step back, Wen Zheng folded his arms and said to himself in his heart:

"For such a big person, the quilt can't cover him well, he deserves to catch a cold."

But when he was about to go down to have breakfast, he had a second thought: But in case Yi Chengyun is ill, it would be bad for the Wen family to take advantage of it.

That's right, he didn't care about Yi Chengyun at all, he just wanted to be a supervisor, urging him to maintain his best fighting condition.

Doing a good job of psychological training, Wen Zheng held his breath, and quietly pushed open the door of the study.

The window of the study room was not closed tightly, the wind was blowing in through the gap, some documents were spread out on the table, and there was a very faint smell of cigarettes in the room.

On the sofa in the corner of the room, Yi Chengyun closed his eyes tightly, and he didn't seem to be sleeping very soundly; he was too tall, so he could only curl up halfway, and the thin blanket slipped to the ground somehow.

"Stupid! By the way, didn't this person quit smoking several years ago?"

Cursing inwardly, Wen Zheng hurried over to close the window tightly, then gently hugged a thick quilt from the bedroom, and carefully covered Yi Chengyun.

Staring at the sleeping man, Wen Zheng paused, squatted down beside him slowly, and whispered into his ear:

"If you're pretending to be asleep, I'll strangle you right now."

As if he didn't hear his words, Yi Chengyun's breathing was very steady, and his three-dimensional and profound facial features made him look like a perfect statue.

Wen Zheng was half relieved, he didn't know whether it was regret or happiness, he still remembered the embarrassing accident between the two a few years ago.

At that time, something happened to Yi's family, and Yi Chengyun went around socializing and soliciting connections, and was extremely busy.

Once Wen Zheng and his friends passed by the famous bar street in the city, and saw a homeless man stealing something from the pocket of a drunk man lying on the side of the road. If it's not Yi Chengyun, who else?

"How did you fall like this?"

To drive away the homeless man, Wen Zheng set up Yi Chengyun without saying a word, and said mockingly:

"If you are really bankrupt, come and beg me, I still need a shit shovel in my stable."

Afterwards, he managed to call a taxi, stuffed Yi Chengyun into it, and poured water on the man to sober him up, only to see the man dimly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

"Wen Zheng?"

Hearing Yi Chengyun's hoarse voice, Wen Zheng impatiently stuffed the water bottle into his hand, raised his hand and patted his face:

"Weak chicken! Get drunk after a few drinks..."

The next development caught people off guard: God knows where a drunk Yi Chengyun got the strength to suddenly step forward and hold Wen Zheng's hand, and kiss him hard on the mouth.

"Well... let go... I'm sick!"

Struggling desperately for a long time, Wen Zheng's lips were numb from the kiss, so he seized the opportunity and slapped him on the face:

"Rogue! Get out!"

……

Recovering from the memory, Wen Zheng unconsciously pressed his knuckles against his lips, tilted his head to stand up, and closed the door softly.

He didn't see it. After the door closed, Yi Chengyun silently opened his eyes and fixedly looked at the door.

Wen Zheng's plane was at noon. After he had changed his clothes and had breakfast, Yi Chengyun still didn't go downstairs. The driver helped him carry his luggage into the car, and he arrived at the airport in less than an hour.

After completing the check-in procedures, he looked down at his phone, and there was nothing else except the blessing messages from the coach and Pei Siyu.

"alright."

Turning off the phone irritably, Wen Zheng looked up and saw Yi Chengyun being interviewed on TV:

"The Yi family has always adhered to the business philosophy of being open and honest, and making money with harmony. I am grateful for the fair judgment given by the law. If the Wen family is not satisfied, we will accompany you to the end..."

It turned out that the two had already confronted each other in the court several times. Wen Zheng, urged by the boarding announcement, walked thoughtfully.

His itinerary in Belgium was relatively tight. First, he had to go to the countryside to meet several horse farmers to find suitable horses. The next day, he had to have a private tailor to measure the size of his dress and choose riding boots.

Unexpectedly, instead of looking for trouble, he found trouble for himself.

When he returned to the hotel for dinner, a familiar yet annoying voice sounded behind him:

"I've been sending messages to Pei for the past two days. Seeing that he should calm down, I tricked him back."

Another artificial male voice asked: "You won't wait for him to come back and fall in love with him again? I won't let you go."

Yang Xue laughed disdainfully: "Crazy! How could I like that kind of person, who has a little money and treats himself as a nobleman, living together with so many rules is like going to jail. Let me tell you, if you don't watch In that house, even if he knelt down and begged me, I wouldn’t touch him! The day before yesterday, I had discussed with a few black brothers, so that the slender and tender surnamed Pei can see the world, and then I don’t have to worry about the money with the photos... "

The blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head, Wen Zheng was trembling with anger, he suddenly turned around and took a few steps forward, pouring the whole bottle of red wine on Yang Xue's head.

A scream broke the silence in the restaurant: "Ah!"

"are you crazy!"

Yang Xue had met Wen Zheng before, and remembered that he was Pei Siyu's friend, so he hurriedly pushed him away, dabbing red wine all over his face in embarrassment:

"what are you doing!"

"You should be lucky that this is a hotel, otherwise I'll beat your head to pieces."

Wen Zheng slammed the wine bottle to pieces on the ground, making a loud bang, grabbed his clothes with both hands and lifted him up:

"If you dare to touch my friend, I will never let you go!"

"My God! Where is the security guard!"

The man with Yang Xue yelled, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Wen Zheng away, but was caught off guard by someone from behind, only to hear a muffled "crack", and the man let out a cry like a pig:

"Help! Murder!"

Wen Zheng turned his head and saw Yi Chengyun pushing the man aside with one hand, followed by a group of bodyguards striding towards him.

With a loose hand, Wen Zheng handed Yang Xue over to the bodyguard, and stood there in a daze: "Why are you here?"

"Is there any king's law!"

Yang Xue interrupted the two hysterically, but he couldn't resist the two tall bodyguards, and shouted angrily:

"I'm a VIP here, you have no right to treat me like this, I want to call the police!"

"I am the boss here. You will be removed from the VIP list starting today, and they will send you to the police station."

Without looking at Yang Xue, Yi Chengyun approached Wen Zheng, leaned over and said in a low voice:

"It's not convenient here, shall we go up and talk?"

Wen Zheng watched Yang Xue being escorted out by two bodyguards, then glanced at the perplexed restaurant manager, and nodded slightly.

The two took the exclusive elevator to the top-floor presidential suite, and when they opened the door, Wen Zheng saw in astonishment that his luggage had been brought in beforehand, and a table of dinner was already prepared in the room.

"I didn't say I wanted to live with you!"

Angry but Yi Chengyun made up his own mind, Wen Zheng walked to the table and sat down, drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and said sarcastically:

"Look at this aromatherapy and candlelight dinner. It would be nice to go and coax the young man. I'm sure Xiao En Xiaohui will be devoted to you."

"Mr. Yang just now, let me tell Chu Yang to handle it."

Pretending not to understand the sourness in his words, Yi Chengyun sat down opposite him, and said calmly:

"It was my fault to exaggerate the injury."

He admitted it too readily, Wen Zheng punched the cotton like a fist, and could only say resentfully:

"Just, I hate people lying to me."

"To express my apologies, if you don't mind, can you keep my two horses as spares?"

Yi Chengyun stretched out his hand to lift the wine bottle, refilled the glass for him, and said casually:

"If I'm not mistaken, the rigid conditions of these two horses meet the entry requirements in all aspects."

Wen Zheng's hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air, staring at the flickering candlelight on his face for a while, and answered irrelevant questions:

"Just to remind you, we are not real husband and wife."

"I know."

Putting down the wine bottle, the expression on Yi Chengyun's face remained unchanged, and his tone was as calm as ever:

"You don't need anything in return."

Wen Zheng put the wine glass on the table with a "snap", and a few drops of bright red wine fell on the white tablecloth, which was very conspicuous:

"Why then?"

From what Yi Chengyun heard, Wen Zheng was asking why he had invested so much in him. In fact, Wen Zheng wanted to know if there was some reason why this person clarified for him in his previous life, which he didn't know.

"A few years ago, the Yi family was close to bankruptcy. I tried my best to recover it, and at the same time, I had to go through all the liquidation procedures."

As if he was telling someone else's story, Yi Chengyun looked at him fixedly, and could hardly hear any emotion in his words:

"The day before the sale of the factory, a small company placed an order of 1000 million to Yi's, and the payment was paid in advance. This is just the beginning,"

With a slight cough, he continued:

"Later, I found out that these people were either equestrian enthusiasts, or someone at home was in the equestrian association and knew Yi's through friends. The initial 1000 million was an order placed by a small company entrusted by someone. In fact, they don't need such a large quantity. The goods, but saved Yi's capital chain that was about to break."

Wen Zheng's knuckles holding the wine glass turned pale, and his face became more and more ugly, so it was like this.

In the end, Yi Chengyun knew everything, and all he did was to repay his kindness.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Putting down the napkin in a hurry, Wen Zheng turned his head away from his sight, for fear that he would see the clue:

"I'm tired, I want to sleep, it's up to you."

Yi Chengyun sat motionless on the chair, like a fossil, watched Wen Zheng cover the quilt and fell asleep from the mirror, and ignored him.

So, he took off his clothes silently, turned off the room light, and lay quietly beside Wen Zheng.

Wen Zheng, who was pretending to be asleep, said, "Do, what do you do?"

Yi Chengyun turned over, pressed against his back, and stretched forward with one hand: "It seems that you are still angry, I will apologize to you."

"Do not……"