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

Running all the way here, Wen Zheng's aura still hasn't calmed down. Seeing the time passing by, he stomped his feet:

"What are you doing in a daze?!"

Yi Chengyun stood at the door, like a frozen stone, motionless.

"There are 2 minutes left, hurry up."

Seeing that the candles on the cake were already half burned, Wen Zheng held the cake with one hand in a hurry, raised his other hand and pulled Yi Chengyun's hand, urging:

"what happened to you?"

His hands were very cold, and Yi Chengyun was shocked by the static electricity on his hands, as if waking up from a dream, he held his hand with restraint and force, and brought him into the room.

"Hurry up, there's 1 minute left."

Wen Zheng noticed the change in his expression, but he didn't know what he was struggling with, his heart sank, and he asked softly:

"Do you like this cake?"

He didn't know that in Yi Chengyun's eyes, there were still droplets of mist melting on his slender eyelashes, which were wet.

Yi Chengyun held Wen Zheng's hand carefully with both hands, and he couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart as the icy temperature came from his palm.

The movements of his hands are clumsy that Wen Zheng has never seen before. If he had to change the time, he would definitely be ridiculed by Wen Zheng's black history for a whole year.

Closing his eyes forcefully, Yi Chengyun lowered his head slightly. After ten seconds, he opened his eyes and inhaled the candle on it, took a deep breath and asked:

"Am I doing it right?"

Just as Wen Zheng was about to speak, unexpectedly Yi Chengyun held his hand hard, impatiently put the cake on the table, opened his arms and rubbed him into his arms vigorously.

Are you so moved?Wen Zheng originally wanted to make fun of him, until he noticed that Yi Chengyun's shoulders were trembling slightly: "What's wrong?"

Rubbing Yi Chengyun's back with one hand, Wen Zheng seemed to be comforting a wounded lion, and rubbed his chin on the man's shoulder. In his impression, no matter what happened to this man, he always remained motionless. This may be the first time he has one time.

If it wasn't for Wen Zheng's reminder, Yi Chengyun wouldn't have done anything at all, his birthday is just an ordinary working day for him.

The two of them hugged silently, the room was very quiet, only the sound of each other's steady heartbeats could be heard, and the heavy snow outside the window started to fall again, swirling in mid-air.

Little by little, Yi Chengyun let go of Wen Zheng's earlobe with the tip of his nose brushing against Wen Zheng's earlobe from time to time. Hearing his words, he held his hand with his lowered hands, first touching his face, and then touching his slender five fingers He held it to his lips, kissed him lightly, and breathed on his fingers at the same time, like holding a fragile treasure, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Cold?"

"It's, it's okay,"

Wen Zheng's heartbeat was beating uncontrollably, bursts of warmth flowed from the fingertips he kissed to his whole body, and even the roots of his ears began to feel hot:

"It's not cold anymore."

Probably because the two of them have been quite intemperate in that aspect recently. When Wen Zheng saw his actions, he subconsciously thought that Yi Chengyun would find a way to "warm" himself next, such as passing on body temperature "during exercise"...

But the cake hasn't been eaten yet, and I have prepared a gift for you, these two words came to his lips, and he swallowed them again.

As soon as he thought about it, Wen Zheng's breathing gradually became unsteady, his hands involuntarily pressed against his face, he felt his fine beard stubble stuck in his palm, his clear and bright eyes stared at him without speaking.

The heating in the room is very good. When the two hugged each other just now, Wen Zheng's body warmed up a lot.

Well, anyway, I changed my mind, Wen Zheng thought, if it's "warmer" now, it would be good.

"Is it still cold?" Yi Chengyun squeezed his palm worriedly, his palm was warm, thick and strong, just enough to completely hold Wen Zheng's hand.

It's a pity that Yi Chengyun seems to always fall off the chain at critical moments. After rubbing Wen Zheng's hands to warm them up, he seemed to finally notice the little cake that was put aside.

"Then let's eat, you're hungry," he said.

Wen Zheng was speechless for a while: Shouldn't he eat me first?

When this idea popped up in his mind, Wen Zheng spurned himself: What the hell? !

"I bought this on the road. I didn't prepare this for you."

Hiding his ulterior thoughts, Wen Zheng tried to ignore his abnormally hot cheeks, and frantically took out the two small pink spoons he had prepared.

Originally, he had ordered a cake at home, which was bigger and more delicate than this one.But he considered that the road would probably be bumpy, so he had to reluctantly change to a small one temporarily.

He handed the small spoon to Yi Chengyun, deliberately lowered his head to avoid the man's sight, looking for something to say:

"I think you don't like sweets, do you? Anyway, it's just for fun."

"No, I like it very much." Yi Chengyun said that, it was a palm-sized fresh cream strawberry cake, the snow-white cream was piled up like clouds, and there were two small bright red strawberries on top.

He stared at Wen Zheng's flushed cheeks, and his Adam's apple couldn't help sliding several times, thinking of some untimely scenes in his mind that he couldn't let the other party know.

Not knowing that he was frantically testing himself on the verge of being eaten, Wen Zheng picked up a strawberry with one hand, glued it with cream and put it in his mouth.

The sweet and sour strawberry has been frozen in the cold weather, and the taste is a little hard, but it is paired with delicate and delicious cream. The sweet and sour taste and the rich milk aroma melt in the mouth, and the smooth milk silk is wrapped in fruity aroma , The tip of the tongue is full of happiness.

His eyes were so sweet that they narrowed into a line, Wen Zheng unconsciously licked the cream on his lips, and said vaguely: "Try it quickly."

Before he could finish the word "trial", Yi Chengyun's eyes darkened, he hugged him vigorously, lowered his head and bit his half-opened mouth.

Wen Zheng's wrist rested on his arm, his eyes were half-closed, and the room was so quiet that the sound of whipped cream could be heard.

Yi Chengyun doesn't know whether it's his talent or his amazing learning ability in this respect. He first plunders, then comforts, and then teases people from time to time; when Wen Zheng hardly resists successfully, he even has to thank him for hugging his hands tightly enough, otherwise I'm afraid Shamefully unable to stand because of too much intoxication.

"It's very sweet." The kiss was still unfulfilled. Of course, what Yi Chengyun wanted to taste was not strawberries and cream, but he had a new discovery:

Cream and Wenzheng go well together, and it is a new "eating method".

With the tip of his nose touching Yi Chengyun's, Wen Zheng's entire portrait was wrapped in the faint fragrance of cologne on his body, he slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.

Only then did Wen Zheng notice that their lips were covered with white cream, like two little old men, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Do you know another way to eat butter?"

He heard Yi Chengyun ask, when Wen Zhengjiang raised his head, the man held his face in his hands, there were blazing flames dancing in his dark eyes, and his voice was low:

"Come and try."

The lights in the room were turned off, and Wen Zheng's five fingers gripping the bed sheet loosened and tightened again. In the dark, he could smell the sweet aroma of cream melted by body temperature.

In the middle of the night, Wen Zheng, who had completely fallen apart, was picked up and cleaned up by Yi Chengyun, just like countless nights before.

When being carried into the bathtub, he barely woke up, pushed the man weakly, and complained in a low voice:

"Don't eat like this in the future."

It feels very fresh, yes, but some places are creamy, and there is something running down, he firmly told himself that it was cream.

"Then how do you like to eat?"

Yi Chengyun wiped the "criminal evidence" carefully, including the indescribable places, and asked close to his ear:

"Or you can eat next time, I don't mind."

Wen Zheng wanted to bite his tongue off.He turned his face away angrily.

"How do you know it's my birthday?"

When he first heard that Zheng appeared outside the door, Yi Chengyun's first reaction was only: This person just recovered from his illness, what if he gets cold again?

Later, when he heard Wen Zheng urging him to make a wish, he suddenly realized: Oh, it turned out that he was the "murderer" who made Wen Zheng do this.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Wen Zheng raised his hand and splashed water on him, and asked lazily:

"Tell me honestly, don't you never have birthdays, so you can't even blow out candles?"

"I know how to brag, and I've seen others do it when I'm socializing."

Yi Chengyun held down his hand, his knuckles slid down from his cheek, and returned lightly:

"It's just that I have been alone all these years, and there is no habit and need to celebrate this."

Wen Zheng was taken aback when he heard it. Yi Chengyun remembered it so clearly when it was his birthday, so he asked curiously:

"Before that, did your family help you?"

Yi Chengyun replied blankly: "Before the age of ten, the birthday present was test papers. Before the age of 20, it was field military training. Later, my father was gone, and I was busy with work and had no time."

"This is too miserable." Wen Zheng actually felt a little sympathetic to him, turned his head and asked:

"Then if there is no heavy snow to block the road today, what is your original plan?"

"Go home early, eat, eat you." Yi Chengyun answered concisely.

Wen Zheng: ...

It snowed all night.

When he woke up the next day, Wen Zheng saw a thick pile of snow on the window sill, which was about to cover half of the window sill outside.

They ate breakfast under the covers, and the car to pick them up still had some time to arrive, Wen Zheng couldn't wait to say to Yi Chengyun:

"I want to go out and make a snowman."

As he said that, he quickly changed into his coat. The reason was that he had promised to go to the Lotus Temple to play in the snow last time, but the snow was too thin that day, and it just happened to be a good opportunity today.

Yi Chengyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he took his own scarf and put it on him, and then put on double gloves for him Well, hold his hand:

"Okay, I'll be with you."

There is a wide courtyard behind the hotel, and once the door is opened, the snow is deep enough to drown a person's knees.

Pushing aside the thick snow, Yi Chengyun was a little scared, so when Wen Zheng came over last night, if the heavy snow hadn't happened to stop for a few hours, accidents would easily happen if he was blocked somewhere along the way .

"The snowman you made is so ugly," Wen Zheng's voice called Yi Chengyun's attention, sounding disgusted:

"This is not a snowman at all, can you?"

Yi Chengyun was taken aback for a moment, looked down at his hand, rolled up a lump of white unknown object; saw two bulging round snow balls piled up in front of Wen Zheng, and fell silent for a while.

"Look." Hearing Wen Zheng's exaggerated exclamation, Yi Chengyun raised his head subconsciously: a piece of snow hit him head-on, dyeing his hair and eyebrows white.

"I didn't expect it!"

Wen Zheng, who hit the target with one hit, quickly hid behind the piled up snowman, preparing for the next "sneak attack", while triumphantly saying:

"I finally found something you're not good at."

Without changing his face, Yi Chengyun lowered his head and picked up a pile of snow, making a gesture to throw it towards him. When Wen Zheng lowered his head to dodge, he quickly threw the snow down in his hand, stepped forward a few steps, and threw himself on the person accurately. People roll in the snow:

"That's what I'm good at."

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