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

Wen Zheng glanced at the screen in confusion, the two protagonists were sticky, talking a bunch of hypocritical words that made people's eyelids fight, while Yi Chengyun's heartbeat was as fast as watching a horror movie.

Could it be related to him?

Pursing his lips, Wen Zheng rolled his eyes, gropingly squeezed a piece of chocolate from his seat, put it in his mouth, leaned against Yi Chengyun's ear, and murmured in a low voice:

"It is said that the staff behind the cinema can see what the audience is doing."

What they bought were liqueur chocolates, and the rich aroma of brandy permeated Wen Zheng's mouth, and with the exhalation, it went straight to the tip of Yi Chengyun's nose.

Holding Wen Zheng's hand behind his back, Yi Chengyun looked down at him. The light in the movie theater was very dark, flickering on and off on his face; the beautiful phoenix eyes were half asleep and half awake, and Yi Chengyun could only paint the general outline of his face. The outline of the trance, with the illusion of having an affair, asked in a hoarse voice:

"Is the chocolate delicious?"

Just as Wen Zheng was about to speak, Yi Chengyun tightened his hands suddenly, lowered his head and forcefully pried his lips open with a kiss, and even hooked the half-melted chocolate in his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

And Yi Chengyun's hand seemed to be electrified, and the palm of one hand stroked Wen Zheng's back with neither lightness nor weight, and the numb itching spread from his spine, making him almost unable to sit still.

This person has the upper hand again, damn it.

Even though half of Wen Zheng is now soft in Yi Chengyun's arms, he is still unwilling to be "take advantage of the emptiness" like this. He hooked Yi Chengyun's neck with both hands as if he would not admit defeat, closed his eyes and raised his head like revenge. He took a bite on the tip of the tongue that the man kept encroaching on.

"hiss……"

The smell of chocolate was running out, but the needle-like pain completely aroused Yi Chengyun's competitive spirit. He forcefully pressed Wen Zheng on the seat, and his movements were so overbearing that it was impossible to fight back.

As if shocked by Yi Chengyun's momentum, Wen Zheng didn't dare to show his teeth and claws again, he only responded softly and licked his lips flatteringly, like a coquettish little milk dog.

The soundtrack of the movie was not loud, and the two of them could only hear each other's heartbeats and the sound of "tsk tsk" water from time to time, which made people blush.

When the two were reluctant to part, Wen Zheng laughed softly: "Do you still want to watch the movie?"

Trying to stand up, Yi Chengyun looked down at him, breathing more and more unsteadily:

The flickering light in the theater made everything in front of him hazy. Wen Zheng was lying on the soft seat, his hands were still clamped, and the corners of his eyes were glowing with imagination; and his two petal-like lips, On the other hand, it looks like it has been wet by mist, shining and moving.

His shirt was ripped open, half concealed, but it made people want to swallow him even more eagerly.

Clearly feeling that he was about to lose his last bit of sanity, Yi Chengyun gritted his teeth, helped him up and said hoarsely:

"go back."

Wen Zheng didn't see until the two people who were close together came out of the movie theater that the flower that Yi Chengyun pinned in front of his suit had been squashed and only a few petals were left, half of which was attached to his body.

"It's raining."

I don't know who yelled first, the big raindrops poured down, the lovers who had been kissing each other on the street ran away in embarrassment, and the small movie theater was instantly crowded with people.

Originally wanted to go out to look at the lighting decorations, but Wen Zheng glanced at the heavy rain that would not stop for a while, and reluctantly pushed Yi Chengyun:

"Let's go from the back."

A cute little girl slipped through the crowd, stopped in front of them, and said sweetly:

"Brother, buy a bouquet of roses for big brother."

Taking out the wallet before Yi Chengyun, Wen Zheng handed the little girl a big bill, and took the rose from her hand

"The child can really talk, so I would call him Uncle."

Yi Chengyun: ...

Taking one from the bouquet, Wen Zheng pinned the flowers to Yi Chengyun's suit, and pinned another one for himself, as if completing an important ceremony, feeling inexplicably good.

Yi Chengyun didn't understand what he was thinking, and the two of them got off the parking lot through the inner passage of the theater, and unexpectedly heard two familiar voices:

"But I want to watch a movie, why can't I book it out?"

Fan Rui: "You can go back and watch the movie. The reporter you contacted in advance has already been dismissed by someone."

Wen Qi: "Why, why?"

Fan Rui: "I warn you, if..."

Fan Rui and Wen Qi, who were arguing, seemed to hear footsteps approaching from far away, both turned their heads and were taken aback when they saw them.

Noticing the crumpled suits of Yi Chengyun and Wen Zheng, and the rose in Wen Zheng's hands, Wen Qi's face turned pale immediately:

"You, how could you..."

According to what Wen Qi knew, couldn't Yi Chengyun and Wen Zheng be a couple in disguise? !Even if what is in front of me is just acting, it is a bit too real.

Calmly nodding towards Fan Rui, Yi Chengyun motioned for a sports car coming from behind, and said politely:

"Sorry to bother you, our car has arrived, you continue."

"By the way, we just booked a couple's seat for watching a movie. It's reserved for the whole night. You don't mind, it's available."

Watching the excitement is not a big deal, Wen Zheng waved the rose on his hand to Wen Qi, whose face was swollen into a pig's liver, like a demonstration, and gloated:

"Happy Valentine's Day."

Leaving Wen Qi, who was so angry, behind the car, Wen Zheng glanced at Fan Rui and the two who seemed to be arguing again, and said mockingly:

"Can I still have the wedding wine from Fan's family and Wen Qi?"

Yi Chengyun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you looking forward to it?"

Taking a sideways look at him, Wen Zheng said confidently: "Yes, Fan Rui arrested Fan Rong to disrupt the wedding. If they didn't hold the wedding, I would have no chance of revenge."

Yi Chengyun changed the topic calmly: "Do you want to eat something first when you go back?"

According to his understanding, Wen Zhengang's reaction in the movie theater can be regarded as a tacit approval for the two to fulfill their husband and wife obligations?

"What have you prepared?"

After realizing that the two were "walking through the process", Wen Zheng's Adam's apple couldn't help sliding several times, only then did he remember:

Turns out they haven't done it in a sober state.

"Your favorite goat cheese with Romanee-Conti."

As if knowing what he was thinking, Yi Chengyun took the rose in his hand, and reached out to him after getting off the car:

"I teach you……"

Being led back to the bedroom by him, Wen Zheng, who was uneasy all the way, was stunned the moment the door was opened:

I don’t know when the scented candlesticks were arranged, and a few boxes of red wine-flavored “sniper bags” were secretly hidden in the hidden place on the table.

Yi Chengyun probably didn't try his best, Wen Zheng thought as he lay on the pillow: Otherwise, he would definitely be useless.

Like riding a strong horse and jolting for most of the night, Wen Zheng's whole body softened into a puddle of water, and his bones were about to melt; behind him he didn't want to move at all, and Yi Chengyun did whatever he wanted.

What's so good about attacking? !

When he was dizzy and fell asleep, Wen Zheng thought so, he was so tired that it would be better to pretend to be paralyzed and let others serve him comfortably.

Especially, when he woke up in the morning, he found that Yi Chengyun had not only cleaned him up after finishing his work, but judging from the cool touch somewhere, that person had even given him medicine.