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

joke……

Yi Chengyun has given countless lectures in the company, but he has never been so nervous as he is now, like a primary school student who has not done his homework but is asked to read his composition publicly in class.

Wen Zheng looked at him eagerly: "Hurry up."

Yi Chengyun searched his stomach for a long time, and said bravely: "Some people say that Columbus was the first economist in the world. When he set out on his trip to discover America, he didn't know where his destination was; I don't know where I've ended up. On top of that, all of this is done with government funding."

Wen Zheng: "???... I don't understand, change to another one."

Yi Chengyun broke out in a cold sweat, quickly gave up struggling in the field he was not good at, and changed his words:

"When you are well, I will buy you ten horses."

Wen Zheng: ...

Seeing that his expression looked very confused, Yi Chengyun was not sure if it would be effective, and said again: "Build another racecourse?"

It was pitch black outside, and it should be a long time before dawn, and only a warm yellow bedside lamp was turned on in the room, illuminating Wen Zheng's flushed face the color of honey.

It seems that President Yi's skills are all about spending money.

Wen Zheng couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile, as if he didn't feel as uncomfortable as before, he nestled in his arms and asked in a low voice:

"When I get better, can you go with me to make a snowman on the mountain?"

After feeding him the potion himself, Yi Chengyun covered the quilt for him, and promised softly:

"Okay, I'll have someone build an indoor ski resort tomorrow."

Wen Zheng: That's not what it means...

"I mean, go to Ziyun Mountain to see the snow."

Rubbing his hand with his face, Wen Zheng closed his eyes, relentlessly like a spoiled child:

"You must promise me now that you will go next Friday, or I will not sleep."

On the anniversary of Grandma Wenzheng's death next Friday, her tablet will be enshrined in the Lotus Temple on Ziyun Mountain, the top of which is also the only place in the city where it snows in winter.

"Then you need to get better as soon as possible."

Rubbing his hair helplessly, Yi Chengyun didn't know what he was thinking, so he coaxed in a low voice:

"Go when you recover."

Finally got the answer he wanted, Wen Zheng leaned on his arm contentedly, with a smile on his mouth, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Wen Zheng was awakened by the vague aroma of rice porridge. He thought Yi Chengyun should have gone to work early, so he sat up and moved his arms a little. He felt warm all over his body, except for a little fatigue. The whole person is much more relaxed.

As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, Yi Chengyun saw Wen Zheng who was about to step on the ground, and his voice unknowingly became severe:

"What do you want to do?"

"Why don't you go to the company?"

Being stuffed back into the bed by him involuntarily, Wen Zheng looked innocent and took his hand flatteringly:

"I seem to have a fever."

"Later, I know, for the doctor to see.

Patting his hand, Yi Chengyun opened the heat preservation box placed aside, picked up a spoon to test the temperature of the porridge, and said forcefully:

"But just recovering from illness, my immunity is weak, so I need to rest."

"It's just a fever, not paralysis."

I complained so much from the bottom of my heart, but when Wen Zheng saw his actions, his jaw almost dropped in shock:

He wants to feed himself? !

"Eat lightly these two days."

Seemingly unaware that there was anything wrong with this move, Yi Chengyun scooped up a spoonful of steaming porridge and brought it to his mouth, saying slowly:

"The doctor will come back in the afternoon. You should rest today and don't do too much training."

He had never seen Yi Chengyun show this kind of expression before, the gentleness on his handsome and tough cheeks was obvious, his lacquered eyes stared at him, and there seemed to be flames beating in the pupils.

Wen Zheng opened his mouth obediently, and boiled rice oil from the fragrant rice in the porridge. The sweet scallops and lean meat were boiled until they melted in the mouth. The temperature of the porridge was just right, and it flowed into the body along the tip of the tongue. Comfortable inside and out.

Obediently being fed a whole bowl of porridge, Wen Zheng finally found a chance to ask, "What about you? Have you had breakfast?"

Raising his hand to wipe away the water stains from the corner of his mouth, Yi Chengyun's heart moved, Wen Zheng's deer-like eyes were wet, pure and clear as if he could see into the bottom of his heart, he said slowly:

"Eat on the way to the company. I'll go first. Mr. Pei said he would come to see you later."

Watching him close the door, Wen Zheng slid into bed, and later realized that his face was already red to the ears: What is this? !

When his friend Pei Siyu came to visit in the afternoon, Wen Zheng had just finished the video call with Yi Chengyun. He never expected that the man would open a small window on the way to the meeting to monitor whether he was taking his medicine on time.

"How is your health?"

Stopping Wen Zheng who was about to get up, Pei Siyu sat down on the chair beside him and comforted him:

"I know you are concerned about the training progress of the two horses. I went to see them today and they are in good condition. Don't delay."

"It's good of you to come, I'm almost idle."

Wen Zheng never knew that lying down and doing nothing is so difficult, he wished he could fly to the racecourse immediately:

"A little cold, it's okay. According to the original plan, I'm going to participate in the next exhibition game to test the waters."

"That's pretty good." Pei Siyu echoed: "It's the first time for an exhibition match. By the way, do you want to participate in the team competition?"

Wen Zheng thought for a while, and asked hesitantly, "You mean that there is a team recruiting people? But is it too late?"

At present, Huaguo's development in equestrian dressage is in the ascendant. In addition, equestrian itself is a high-risk sport, and there are very few teams participating in the competition.

"Ou Zifeng contacted me some time ago, do you remember him?"

Pei Siyu turned on the phone and showed Wen Zheng the email sent by the other party. He was actually thinking about the same thing:

"What do you think?"

Wen Zheng didn't have a deep impression of Ou Zifeng, he only knew that this person was a member of the domestic equestrian circle. He was taken aback when he read the content of the email:

"He also asked me through you if I want to come?"

"Yes, but my worry is the same as yours. I don't know who he chose."

Pei Siyu's worry is that he only participated in the individual triathlon in this Olympic Central Plains, and the team competition is too heavy for him at present:

"And the time is tight. To be honest, participating in the game is to win, and no one wants to be a substitute in the end."

The Olympic equestrian dressage competition is divided into teams and individuals. The team qualification competition requires four riders to participate, and then from the qualified team, three riders are selected to participate in the official competition.

Wen Zheng agreed: "I think so too, it's better to find out the situation on their side first."

Returning the phone to his friend, he took extra care and told Pei Siyu about the disgusting thing someone sent him yesterday.

"What a rotten person?!" When Pei Siyu heard this, he instantly became furious: "Do all these dirty and rubbish tricks!"

"I'm thinking about contacting a foreign veterinary team in the next two days to give all the horses a comprehensive checkup."

It won't be possible to find out who is behind the scenes in a short while, which doesn't mean that Wen Zheng intends to sit and wait for death. He told Pei Siyu:

"It's impossible to know whether this person is outside or inside. You should be more careful recently."

Pei Siyu nodded and replied, "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it."

That night, under Wen Zheng's strong protest, Yi Chengyun only forced him to rest for a day, and then returned to intensive training.

At dawn on Friday, Yi Chengyun and Wen Zheng set off by car and headed straight to the foot of Ziyun Mountain.

This time was deliberately chosen by Wen Zheng, in order to avoid the Wen family and the crowds of climbers.

Getting off the car in the middle of the mountain, Wen Zheng held the worship things in his hand, looked up at the cloud-shrouded mountain top, and said with emotion:

"I haven't been here for a long time. I don't know if I can eat the vegetarian meal in the temple today."

The Lotus Temple is built close to the mountain peak. There is a section of the road where vehicles are not allowed to pass, and you must walk up the steps.

Yi Chengyun raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought you came to worship."

Wen Zheng replied confidently, "Yes, vegetarianism is also one of the rituals."

When Wen Zheng's grandmother was still alive, she would bring him here to offer incense every first day of the new year. When he was a child, he knew little about worshiping Buddha, but he only remembered the taste of fasting in the temple.

It's a pity that after his grandmother passed away, when he and his mother went to the mountain to mourn, they found that the fast food in the temple was no longer what it used to be.

The abbot of the Lotus Temple is a middle-aged monk. He only knows Wen Zheng, but he doesn't know who is beside him:

"Is this your friend?"

Wen Zheng took a look at Yi Chengyun, and was a bit shy: "My husband."

The two came to Wenzheng's grandmother's memorial tablet, carefully wiped off the ash on it, respectfully placed the sacrifices, and both knelt on the futon.

Putting his hands together reverently, Wen Zheng closed his eyes, and said silently in his heart:

"Grandma, what do you think of him? If you agree, please bless me later to throw the treasure certificate smoothly."

After saying this sentence in his heart, Wen Zheng opened his eyes nervously, and quietly aimed at Yi Chengyun next door.

The man knelt up straight, his expression looked terribly serious, he didn't seem to be coming to worship, but he seemed to be giving a report.

The two walked out of the merit hall side by side, Wen Zheng couldn't help being curious, and asked the people around him:

"What did you tell my grandmother? For so long?"

Yi Chengyun replied solemnly: "This is between me and her, I can't tell you."

Wen Zheng: Hmph!

Breakfast was Luohanzhai prepared for them by the monks in the temple. Wen Zheng took a bite and asked pleasantly:

"The master who used to cook is back?"

The little monk at the next table heard his words and couldn't figure it out: "What are you talking about, benefactor? The rule here is that each junior and junior cook take turns to cook. In recent years, the cooks are "virtuous" generation."

Wen Zheng stared blankly at the vegetarian meal in the bowl, unable to say a word, his hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and he ate it bite by bite, earnestly as if he were a different person than usual.

Yi Chengyun ate half of it, saw him sniffing while eating, and asked suspiciously: "It seems that there is no chili pepper here?"

"I choked on the water." Stirring the rice into his mouth vigorously, Wen Zheng said vaguely, "It's so delicious."

After eating and drinking enough, Yi Chengyun asked: "If you like it, I will ask Zhou Jun to ask the master here how to cook the fast food?"

"No." Wen Zheng flatly refused, his eyebrows and eyes curved into a beautiful crescent shape: "I just like to eat here."

"So that's how it is," Yi Chengyun nodded lightly, as if he understood something, he stood up and said, "Then let's eat together next year?"

The corner of Wen Zheng's mouth couldn't stop rising: "You said it, don't break your word!"

After dinner, the two walked to the backyard of the temple, where a thousand-year-old wishing tree was planted, and the tree was covered with treasures thrown by believers.

Wen Zheng asked the little master in the temple for two treasure certificates, handed one to Yi Chengyun, raised his eyebrows and said:

"One piece per person, don't peek at what I wrote!"

Yi Chengyun: ...

After writing down the wish word by word, Wen Zheng walked slowly up the tree, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and threw the treasure up!

Several young monks who watched this scene exclaimed and were driven aside by their master.

"It seems that your wish will come true."

Standing beside Wen Zheng, Yi Chengyun raised his head to look at the treasure certificate hanging on the tree branch, and said relaxedly:

"I'll try too."

Too excited to speak, Wen Zheng's eyes sparkled: Grandma agrees? !

It was still early when I came out of the temple, and I could see a few climbers coming up from the foot of the mountain at the gate, Wen Zheng rolled his eyes:

"I am a bit tired."

Yi Chengyun turned his head to the side and asked, "Is it because he hasn't recovered from his illness?"

Trying his best to hide the cunning in his eyes, he grabbed Yi Chengyun's sleeve, pretending to be weak while speaking:

"Probably not, it's just that I got up too early and was sleepy."

Silently glanced at him, Yi Chengyun looked helpless against him, silently walked up to him and squatted down, with his hands open by his sides:

"I'll carry you."

His eyes lit up immediately, Wen Zheng, the child who ate candy secretly, hugged Yi Chengyun's arm tightly.

Yi Chengyun's back was broad and strong, Wen Zheng lay on it, warm and comfortable, and asked with raised eyebrows:

"By the way, what wish did you make? Let me guess, the Yi family business dominates the world?"

Yi Chengyun laughed: "It's not that exaggerated, what about you?"

Wen Zheng rested his head on his shoulder, and put his cheek against his profile: "The secret, I will tell you when it comes true."

Because they got up early during the day, the two of them fell asleep faster than before at night.

This was probably a dream. When Wen Zheng realized this, he found himself riding on the back of a strong horse, with the endless prairie in front of him, and the horse was galloping wildly.

Immediately he was not the only one, the rider behind him was the one who really held the reins.

The rider was strong, and Wen Zheng was wrapped in his arms. His breath was full of pressure, but it made Wen Zheng feel familiar and safe.

"Where are you taking me?" Wen Zheng tried to ask the people behind him loudly, but his voice was swallowed by the strong wind and the sound of horseshoes for a second.

The galloping horse was running faster and faster, and Wen Zheng couldn't keep up. At the same time, the rider behind him seemed to be as excited as the horse, and his strength in hugging him became stronger, almost rubbing him into his arms.

"Wait, then I will..."

As if sensing something, Wen Zheng forcefully opened his eyes, and when his sight gradually became clear, he was so startled that he forgot to react:

"What are you doing?!"

The author has something to say: there is a red envelope duck in the message in chapter v before Wednesday, and the update time on Tuesday will be around 11:[-] p.m.

PS The economist's joke is quoted from the Internet, not original

++++++++++++ Received the document "Disabled villains are so sweet to me [Transmigration Book]" (click the column to see)

He Yu read a novel, in which the villain boss, like him, is a young and famous equestrian rider, but due to the tricks of the protagonist, he accidentally fell off the horse and disabled his legs.

I didn't want to wake up after he passionately insulted the plot, and found that he was transmigrated into the villain boss and the protagonist's stupid cannon fodder.

This cannon fodder has the same name and surname as him. He is the real young master of a wealthy family who was wrongly hugged. Unfortunately, he is a beautiful idiot with nothing but his face;

He Yu: black-bone chicken mackerel.

Originally, he planned to take the best plan, but when he saw the stunning face of the villain boss, he couldn't help swallowing:

It's this guy!I want to marry him!

Lu Mingshen was disabled due to an accident, and his originally sinister personality became even more eccentric, but the eldest son who was said to be unable to be supported by the He family was never afraid of him, and repeatedly tested him on the edge of his bottom line.

Therefore, Lu Mingshen decided to find an opportunity to "educate" He Yu well, so that he would know who is the master here.

Unexpectedly, not only did He Yu show no fear, but instead, he raised his eyebrows, boldly hooked his neck, and gently pressed a kiss on his lips.

Lu Mingshen's defense collapsed in an instant, and in the end he discovered that he was the one who was tamed:

He Yu is like strong wine, he has long been addicted to it, unable to extricate himself.

When Lu Mingshen could stand up again, the first thing he did was to solemnly hold a rose and kneel in front of He Yu:

"Please become the master of the Lu family."

At first everyone thought that He Yu's request to marry Lu Mingshen was because he coveted the Lu family's property and took advantage of Lu Mingshen's disability to take advantage of the opportunity.But only Lu Mingshen knew how He Yu gritted his teeth step by step to lift him up from the wheelchair, held his hand, and spent one cold night after another with him through the cold nights tortured by illness.

☆Vintage of prey, paranoia, true balsamic vinegar [attack] X beautiful, arrogant, tenacious and optimistic [receive]

感谢在2020-02-1700:27:05~2020-02-1720:58:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: hello hello one;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of my Xiaobai sweetened; 1 bottle of Miaomiao, Qiyue, and Little Wolf;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!