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

The two happened before the "accident" in the hotel. Not long after Yi Chengyun bought the villas around the racecourse, he secretly planned the first step for Wenzheng's domestic training ground. finished.

For him, the only problem was how to attract Wen Zheng after it was completed, but he never expected that the man would suddenly announce his retirement.

Seeing the change of Wen Zheng's face from blue to white, Yi Chengyun knew it well, and continued:

"I happened to be discussing business nearby that night, and I received a message from your elder brother saying that you were playing in 'Pingsheng'."

Wen Zheng gave him a complicated look, and asked without hesitation: "Why did he inform you? Are you familiar with each other?"

"I asked him through Fan Rui, where are you?"

Sensing keenly that Wen Zheng was about to explode in the next second, Yi Chengyun quickly held him down and explained patiently:

"I want to talk to you about retirement."

The two have been "at odds" for so many years, and Yi Chengyun knows what equestrianism means to Wen Zheng, and he wants to find out what happened in the middle.

However, when he arrived at the door of the bar that night, he saw the drunk Wen Zheng jumping onto the drinking table, raising his glass and announcing loudly:

"I've taken care of this place tonight!"

There were several booing people below, and Yi Chengyun recognized them at a glance, all of them were some idlers in the province.

In his impression, Wen Zheng hardly had any contact with these people, and now he is hanging shoulders with these people who are fooling around; he couldn't stand it anymore, and planned to quit the bar to calm down for a while, and then talk about business after Wen Zheng came out of the bar and sobered up .

Unexpectedly, when he was looking for cigarettes at the elevator entrance, Wen Zheng stumbled out of the bar and threw himself on him, followed by a few rich kids, laughing maliciously.

"I vaguely remember this passage,"

Wen Zheng blushed. In fact, when he was fooling around, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure at the door who looked like Yi Chengyun, and then his mind was buzzing. When he realized it, he had already chased out the door.

After blocking Yi Chengyun at the elevator entrance, he seemed to have said a lot of things, but now he can't remember a single word:

"But having said that, everyone is a man, even if you see that I've been bullied, you don't need...just..."

Wen Zheng couldn't say those words, he squeezed the pillow in his hand until it deformed, and asked angrily:

"Can't you just do it for me? Why do you have to go so far?"

Wen Zheng didn't want to recall that when he woke up in the hotel in the morning, used "balloons" were everywhere, not only on the sheets, but also on the floor, window sills, and next to the bathtub in the bathroom.He was even a little skeptical, would a hotel suite really have so much "inventory"?Or how many kidneys does Yi Chengyun have?

Yi Chengyun lowered his eyelids, and deliberately wrote lightly: "You are too enthusiastic."

When Wen Zheng threw himself into his arms, Yi Chengyun frowned at the pungent smell of alcohol on his body, and heard him ask in a hoarse nasal voice:

"Are you also here to watch the fun?"

He firmly grasped Yi Chengyun's sleeves with both hands, his domineering and naturally smiling eyes were filled with sadness, Yi Chengyun's heart twitched suddenly when he saw it, and he laughed at himself in a low voice:

"I am already dead……"

Yi Chengyun never wanted to see the expression on Wen Zheng's face at that time.

Later, after the two entered the presidential suite, Yi Chengyun wanted to contact a familiar doctor for a moment; but when Wen Zheng took the initiative to tear off his clothes, his mobile phone slipped to the ground, and the situation was completely out of control...

"Well……"

Recovering from the memory, Yi Chengyun was caught off guard by Wen Zheng's pillow, and asked with a wry smile:

"That day I wanted to ask, since riding is so important to you, why did you give up?"

"It's a dead end for a while."

Not wanting to discuss this topic, Wen Zheng turned his head away, stood up and picked up the bathrobe:

"It's late, I'll go to the back to soak in a hot spring before eating."

After a hasty shower, Wen Zheng tested the temperature of the hot spring water, spread his hands, and slowly immersed himself in the spring water.

He remembered that in his previous life, after waking up in the hotel, he had a one-sided quarrel with Yi Chengyun, and the man warned him coldly:

"There are traps everywhere in the mall, you don't know what you are doing, there is only one dead end."

In the end, Yi Chengyun really hit the mark.

Interrupted by the sound of water from the side, Wen Zheng raised his head and almost slipped into the pool unsteadily: "Why are you here?"

Yi Chengyun stepped into the pool calmly, took off his bathrobe casually, and asked without changing his expression:

"After soaking and eating, is it possible that you have to soak the whole pool by yourself?"

Wen Zheng went crazy: Pao Gui Pao, you are wearing clothes!Otherwise, it will make people think about the strange hot spring play!

There was still a little afterglow in the setting sun, and the outdoor street lamps were turned on. Through the misty pool water, Wen Zheng could see the explosive muscle lines on the man's body, and the water droplets meandered down along the toned mermaid line.

Unaware of this, Yi Chengyun sat down beside him, and casually said:

"This pool can only be used in our suite. Since you have seen me no less than ten times, is it possible that you are not used to it?"

Get used to the size!Wen Zheng wiped his face and forcibly changed the topic:

"By the way, didn't you say that there were a few people behind me that night at the bar?"

"They dare not mess with me."

When he calmly said something similar to the underworld, Yi Chengyun glanced at him, and said lightly:

"Also, that kind of people don't have any real power despite their family background or a little money. If you insist on making friends, you'd better pay more attention, there are too many evil intentions in them."

To be honest, Yi Chengyun didn't want Wen Zheng to associate with that kind of people at all, but it's not good to interfere with his making friends, so he can only get more vaccinations.

Wen Zheng muttered softly: "It was broken in the first place."

Water vapor condensed on the tip of Yi Chengyun's nose, adding a bit of softness to his three-dimensional facial features. Wen Zheng heard him say:

"You have a nosebleed."

He did it on purpose.

"It must be the steak at noon that caught fire."

Making up an excuse, Wen Zheng hurriedly wiped away the blood from his nose, trying to regain the initiative, leaned closer and asked:

"Let me ask you, if it wasn't me who came out at that time, but someone else, what would you do?"

I don't know what answer I want, Wen Zheng may be confused by the hot spring water, remembering for no reason the scene where Yi Chengyun secretly kissed him the night he came back from Russia.

After a long silence, Yi Chengyun answered irrelevantly: "The food truck is here."

Is this being perfunctory?

Watching his back standing up, Wen Zheng put on his bathrobe angrily: If you don't tell the truth, you will fall down!

The two had dinner with their own thoughts, Yi Chengyun took a sip of the wine, and said quietly:

"To answer your question just now, no."

Wen Zheng paused the hand holding the wine glass, and there was some joy in his heart that he didn't want to admit, and he heard him say:

"Since I took over Yi's, this kind of occasion has happened no less than a hundred times, and all of them are handled by assistants."

Wen Zheng couldn't help but slander: Then why did you think of sacrificing yourself when you met me?

As if aware of the loophole in the words just now, Yi Chengyun coughed lightly in embarrassment, and finished the red wine in the glass as if nothing had happened:

"I'll go for a walk first to digest food."

"and many more,"

After shaking the red wine in the glass, Wen Zheng grabbed his sleeve and asked with a half-smile:

"What happened to you and Wen Qi in the room during the day? I heard something like red wine."

Yi Chengyun rolled his eyes, sat down in a leisurely manner, and fixedly looked at him: "You really want to know?"

Wen Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Can't you let me know?"

Yi Chengyun raised the corner of his mouth, held his hand pinching the wine glass with one hand, leaned over and whispered in his ear:

"He said he offered me red wine, but I said I was a clean freak, so I refused on the spot."

His breath made the skin under Wen Zheng's ears itchy, and he turned his head to look at him unconsciously, just in time to meet the man's deep black eyes, like a deep pool, if you look too hard, you will be sucked into it, Wen Zheng is a little distracted:

"What does drinking red wine have to do with cleanliness?"

With a low laugh, Yi Chengyun stepped forward and pressed Wen Zheng, who hadn't reacted, on the carpet, holding his wine glass in one hand:

"I didn't expect Mr. Wen to be such a pure child."

Is this looking down on him?Just as Wen Zheng was about to refute, he was stunned by Yi Chengyun's actions in the next second.

The man reached into his bathrobe with one hand and opened it wide. At the same time, he raised the wine glass with the other hand, and the blood-red wine slowly flowed down like a cascade, dripping onto Wen Zheng's open skin.

"hiss……"

The slightly cool liquid made Wen Zheng gasp, it was a subtle feeling, the wine slid down the curve of his body, the place where it flowed seemed to be on fire, something was screaming in the blood.

"Looks delicious."

I don't know if Wen Zheng understood the meaning of this layer, Yi Chengyun stared at him fascinatedly, his fair skin was dyed a faint red, like white rose petals falling into red wine:

"What do you say?"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Zheng's eyes widened suddenly, and Yi Chengyun actually leaned down and began to "taste" the red wine on his body...

When both of them were covered with the strong aroma of red wine, Wen Zheng hooked him with both hands, and wobbled with his control, he thought vaguely:

What about cleanliness?

In the early morning of the next day, Yi Chengyun, who was in a good mood, pressed a kiss on Wen Zheng's forehead: "I'll be back at noon."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Wen Zheng reluctantly opened his eyes, and complained to Yi Chengyun a few words in his heart, the soreness all over his body made him almost unable to get up, and he could only hope to soak in the hot spring for relief.

After eating breakfast, he started to revise his future training plan when he suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

Didn't Yi Chengyun bring his room card?

Turning off the computer, Wen Zheng got up lazily, took a look in the cat's eyes, and his face darkened instantly: Wen Qi still has the face? !

"Wen Zheng, are you there?"

After ringing the bell for a long time, no one opened the door for him. Wen Qi was once so neglected by this despised younger brother, and he raised his voice through the door:

"I have something to look for you."

He lowered his head and sent a message to Yi Chengyun. Wen Zheng changed his clothes without haste, and then opened the door slowly. Wen Qi, who was waiting impatiently outside, took a look and put one hand on the door, not letting him in at all. The meaning of the person going in, he opened his mouth and asked in a drawn out voice:

"What are you doing?"

His face turned pale with anger, Wen Qi looked around the corridor, suppressed his anger, and said in a low voice:

"Let me in, it's not convenient to say here."

"It's not convenient for you to enter, it's our husband and wife's private place."

Wen Zheng folded his arms, sighed exaggeratedly, pretending to be helpless and said:

"But since you are so thick-skinned, I can't help it."

Cursing Wen Zheng with vicious words in his heart, Wen Qi couldn't wait to walk into the room, and what he saw was the mess they left last night, with an undisguised expression of contempt on his face.

Da Lala sat on the sofa, Wen Zheng didn't let go of his expression, he sneered, and said coldly: "Speak up if you have something to say, and get out if you don't."

Not treating himself as an outsider at all, Wen Qi looked down at him from above, and ordered: "Give Yi Chengyun to me."

Wen Zheng thought there was something wrong with his ears: "What did you say?"

"I can ask grandpa and parents to treat you equally, isn't that what you want?"

Glancing at Wen Zheng contemptuously, Wen Qi recalled how this younger brother tried so hard to make his parents happy in the past, far less than he cried, and a sense of superiority emerged spontaneously:

"You are from the Wen family. You know that Mrs. Yi can save Mrs. Wen. I ask you to do this for the sake of our family's company. My parents also agree. This is the only compensation you can give to the family."

Wen Zheng was annoyed by him: "Did you drink alcohol early in the morning? Why are you so drunk and talking nonsense. Could it be that the Wen family has been reduced to living by pimping because they couldn't stand the project and were investigated?"

"噗" stood up, and the sudden burst of momentum on Wen Zheng's body made Wen Qi take two steps back, and asked coldly:

"They are my elders, and it is their duty to respect and cultivate me, rather it is the basis of being a human being. Are you out of your mind to exchange what I deserve?"

Wen Qi was so angry that he trembled, and he couldn't speak well: "You, you..."

"For so many years, I have long wanted to ask you a question. If you don't drink blood from others, will you not be able to walk independently? If you don't rely on your family and men, will you die if you struggle by yourself?"

Approaching the opponent step by step, Wen Zheng's grievances of more than 20 years kept coming to his mind, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said:

"Seeing that you, in your 20s, have absolutely no responsibility as the eldest son of the family, I feel heartbroken for my parents, and I decided to teach you some truths for them."

"Well……"

Being punched by Wen Zheng until his eyes stared, Wen Qi looked at the blood on his hand in disbelief, and screamed:

"Are you crazy?"

After receiving Wen Zheng's message, Yi Chengyun rushed back non-stop, opened the door and saw two people with swords in the room domineering, Wen Qi's face was like spilled paint, red and white, he turned to Wen Zheng:

"What are you doing?"

Wen Zheng took a step back in time, and replied confidently: "Husband, he deliberately bumped his face into my fist, and he bled from the collision."

"Open your eyes and talk nonsense!"

Covering the corner of the bleeding mouth with one hand, Wen Qi put on a crying expression in a second, with tears streaming down his face:

"Boss Yi, your husband is rough on me, I have to film tomorrow..."

"You shouldn't be trespassing on our room,"

Interrupting him indifferently, Yi Chengyun didn't look at Wen Qi, but asked Wen Zheng with concern:

"Is there anything serious? The bodyguards are on their way."

From childhood to adulthood, Wen Zheng was framed by Wen Qi in the same way no less than a thousand times at home and at school, and today he finally has the opportunity to retaliate against him in his own way.

"My hand hurts so much, I'm afraid it may be broken."

Pretending not to see Fan Rui behind Yi Chengyun, Wen Zheng flicked his wrist, and said the prepared lines without blushing:

"My elder brother said that the Fan family didn't have good intentions. He approached him to get a piece of the pie after the Wen family fell. He insisted on forcing me to persuade you and the Wen family to join forces to deal with the Fan family. When I refused, he was just playing around here."

Wen Qiqing grabbed his collar anxiously: "No, no! Don't spit blood on people!"

At this time, Fan Rui's voice outside the door almost knocked Wen Qi down on the verge of collapse: "Don't do anything."

Wen Qi trembled all over, turned his head stiffly like seeing a ghost, met Fan Rui's gaze, and mourned: "I really didn't!"

"Go back and talk."

Fan Rui strode into the room, grabbed Wen Qi's hand, and said politely and distantly:

"Mr. Bu Laowen is worried about the two of us, excuse me."

After those two people went out, Yi Chengyun closed the door and walked up to Wen Zheng: "Have you vented your anger?"

"No." Wen Zheng didn't expect it himself, not only did he not feel the slightest pleasure, but he felt that all of this was extremely ridiculous:

"I don't want to be as disgusting as him."

Raising his hand to rub his hair, Yi Chengyun said softly: "Let's go home."

The two of them drove back to Yi's villa together. Wen Zheng was a little listless on the road, until Zhou Jun, the housekeeper who came out to greet him, said to him:

"Master Wen, the racecourse said that someone sent you a gift, and I sent someone to bring it over."

"Gift?"

When Wenzheng participated in competitions, he would receive various condolences from many supporters, most of which were dolls or snacks, but only before and after the competition. This was the first time someone sent them to his work place. Can't help but bend his eyebrows:

"Thank you, I'll go take a look."

On the table in the living room was a square gift box the size of a cake box, with a small card pinned to it without the sender's name written on it.When Wen Zheng's hand was about to touch the ribbon, Yi Chengyun at the side suddenly grabbed his hand, frowned and asked Zhou Jun:

"Have you had the bodyguard check it?"

Zhou Jun was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood his meaning: "It was my negligence, so let someone come here."

Wen Zheng was a little displeased: "Could it be that someone poisoned me?"

"Prevention is essential," Yi Chengyun tried to give him an analysis: "After you announced that you would continue to participate in the Olympic Games, you did not disclose where you were training. How did the other party know which racecourse you were in? Besides, it is not a competition season right now. What's the point of this?"

He was speechless, but Wen Zheng refused to accept it, and retorted angrily: "What if it is sent by someone who is familiar with the racecourse?"

But after saying it, he himself realized that something was wrong: Since he is a person who is familiar with the racecourse, why should he remain anonymous?

After the bodyguard finished the series of scans, Wen Zheng waited until his neck grew long before he waited impatiently for the captain of the bodyguard to open the box:

"It's a cake."

"Great, please bring it here."

Not understanding why the captain of the bodyguard had to remove the box after opening it, Wen Zheng subconsciously stood up and walked forward in two steps:

"let me see."

The captain of the bodyguard took a look at Yi Chengyun, and after getting the approval of the boss, he tactfully persuaded him:

"Master Wen, I suggest that we take it and throw it away."

When Wen Zheng saw the words in the box clearly, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, the terrifying malice chilled him to the bone.

It is clearly a snow-white cream cake, but it emits a stench of spoiled animal blood, which makes people sick to the stomach; it has a big "death" written crookedly on it, like some kind of cult ritual.

"Contact the police, and at the same time ask someone to adjust the surveillance at the racecourse."

Signaling the bodyguards to go down to work first, Yi Chengyun walked along Wen Zheng's back, and said softly:

"It's okay, I just dare to use such indecent means, people won't get on the stage."

Wen Zheng understands the truth, and at other times, he might just laugh and pass it by.

"I know."

Raising his head, Wen Zheng tried his best to smile at him, his eyes were firm:

"I won't admit defeat."

That night, Wen Zheng had a long nightmare, in which he kept repeating what happened in his previous life:

An accident in the hotel, the death of his parents, and being entangled in lawsuits... these three heavy shackles almost crushed him.

He dreamed that the day he went back to the temple on the mountain to worship his grandmother, it was already spring, and heavy snow fell from the top of the mountain, making him shiver with cold.

When he was a child, he often played with his grandmother in the snow on the mountain, which may be the only short-term memory of his feeling of family affection.

Wearing only a thin suit, he staggered and knelt in the snow, his hands were so cold that he lost consciousness, he mechanically picked up the snow in piles, and kept making ugly snowmen one after another.

I don't know how long it took to pile up, his hand was grabbed by someone, and Yi Chengyun's angry voice was heard next to his ear: "You don't want to die!"

Wen Zheng was delirious, and murmured: "I really want to become a snowman, and disappear when the sun comes out."

Outsiders may not be able to understand, but for him, the bankruptcy and liquidation of the company can start all over again; his parents died unexpectedly, and he can grit his teeth to support the family; but leaving a criminal record and not being able to participate in equestrian competitions in the future will kill him.

"Get up for me!"

Yi Chengyun took off his coat, hugged him vigorously, and kept rubbing his swollen fingers:

"Isn't it just that you were framed, and you will definitely find evidence, so you just give up?"

With a miserable smile, Wen Zheng pushed him away: "How do you know I was framed? Maybe I did it?"

It's not that Wen Zheng hasn't struggled before. He didn't expect that Wen's father had arranged everything before he joined the company, which made him fall deeper and deeper.

The question is not whether he is the mastermind of the incident, but that all the evidence that has been uncovered has already been set, and he must be.

Later, Yi Chengyun grabbed him, opened and closed his lips, and seemed to say something; Wen Zheng tried hard to distinguish, but the wind and snow were too heavy, he couldn't hear a word clearly...

"Wen Zheng, Wen Zheng?"

The man's voice seemed to come from far away, Wen Zheng's eyelids moved, and he felt a tingling pain in his hand.

A stranger was talking beside him: "It should just catch a cold, put on an IV, sweat all over and you'll be fine, take a good rest."

Then came Yi Chengyun's deep voice: "Thank you doctor."

Wen Zheng opened his mouth and found that his voice was hoarse and his voice was extremely unpleasant: "Yi Chengyun."

"I'm here."

In the middle of the night, he found that Wen Zheng's forehead was terribly hot, so Yi Chengyun immediately contacted the family doctor, and he held Wen Zheng's hand:

"Can I get up and drink some medicine?"

Most of Wen Zheng's illnesses are bone fractures. He is in good physical condition and doesn't often have a fever.

Trying to raise his head, Wen Zheng met Yi Chengyun's eyes, just like in his dream, the man's thick black brows were tangled together, revealing seldom worry.

Rubbing into Yi Chengyun's arms, Wen Zheng's heart felt hot, he held his hand tightly, and nodded feebly: "En."

Yi Chengyun may not know that Wen Zheng is not afraid of bitterness at all, and he is accustomed to pain because of frequent injuries; but this is the first time in many years that someone worried about him when he was sick.

A child who is in pain will cry because he knows that someone will wipe his tears; Wen Zheng has long been used to crying out for pain and no one will come to help him, so he has no other choice but to die quietly.

"It looks terrible."

Leaning on Yi Chengyun, Wen Zheng pinched his nose and drank half a glass of potion, narrowed his eyes and whispered:

"You coax me."

The whole person froze, it was the first time Yi Chengyun heard such a request, he just looked down at his slightly pale face in a daze; the dignified president, what he wanted to do, he didn't even know where to put his hands and feet, I couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

"Are you a log?"

Putting his arms around him, Wen Zheng buried his head in his arms, and said willfully:

"Tell me a joke, will you?"

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