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

Wen Zheng's dazed and wide-eyed look, like a hamster whose food has been found, makes people want to rub his chubby face.

"What do you think?" Yi Chengyun deliberately teased him: "Weren't you my deskmate at that time?"

"I don't guess." Wen Zheng refused to admit it, and pretended to be deaf and dumb: "I don't know who it is, how do you know there is such a person?"

"Okay." Yi Chengyun slowly took off his tie, sat down on the sofa with him, and pretended to recall:

"Once my deskmate accidentally fell off the horse and had to walk on crutches for half the semester. During that half semester, I never had cookies or snacks. Instead, the gifts on the table were replaced by the school convenience store. bubble gum."

Wen Zheng: ...

"Another time, I went to Europe to participate in a competition at the same table, and I was stuffed with chocolates and love letters in the cabinet every day."

Clasping his neck with one hand, Yi Chengyun pressed against his ear, half jokingly asking:

"I'm very curious, why did he do this? Is it because he..."

"Because he wants to feed you into a big fat man so that you don't have to be chased by a bunch of people all day long, and feed you what you don't have."

Hastily interrupting him, Wen Zheng gradually felt guilty from his eyes, and said aggrievedly:

"Nothing else, I suppose."

"Is that so?" Yi Chengyun didn't ask, but pursed his lips and said with a smile:

"Then what he did was quite successful. In fact, no one gave me chocolates anymore in the second half of the semester of high school, but in order to eat the cookies and snacks he sent, I stuffed those chocolates myself from the second half of the semester. "

Wen Zheng was dumbfounded: "You, why did you do this?!"

Does anyone else send love letters to themselves? !Yi Chengyun is really a wonderful thing, the more Wen Zheng thinks about it, the more he feels annoyed:

Fortunately, he was careful not to be discovered, so it turned out that the man was just greedy for his snacks!

"Because I don't want to delay the boys and girls who send me chocolates and love letters, but as for that little liar, since he wants to feed me fat, I'm embarrassed to take his kindness."

Yi Chengyun almost wanted to raise his hand to poke the dimple on his face, hiding the ulterior thoughts in his eyes, as if trying to anger him:

"And it's really delicious, every time I sweep up there's nothing left."

He was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while, Wen Zheng stared at the man's smiling face, which made him feel angry like punching cotton.

Seeing that Wen Zheng was about to explode, Yi Chengyun hugged him vigorously, and changed the topic:

"How about we have dinner upstairs in the Glass Room tonight? It's quieter there and nobody disturbs you."

Before Wen Zheng realized the hidden crisis in his words, Yi Chengyun showed a beguiling smile in time, and added:

"The moonlight is very good tonight, and you can see the racecourse from above, with a wide view."

In this way, under Yi Chengyun's insistence, Wen Zheng went upstairs during dinner, only to find that the glass room had been rearranged.

The old long table had been pushed aside, and in the middle of the room stood an elegant round table with a bouquet of roses.

The lighting in the room relies entirely on the candlesticks on the wall and the moonlight from the glass ceiling. The whole room is immersed in the white moonlight and warm yellow candlelight, making it warm and quiet.

"The view is very good." Wen Zheng sat down beside Yi Chengyun at the table. In the night, you can faintly see the lights in the racecourse on the other side, and the rugged mountains stretch in the distance.

Wen Zheng sighed sincerely: "You really have a good eye for choosing a house."

Accepting his praise generously, Yi Chengyun glanced at him meaningfully, held up the red wine and took a sip:

"I've got eyes elsewhere, too."

"Don't be complacent." Wen Zheng looked away, picked up the knife and fork, and concentrated on dealing with the steak on the table.

When the two of them had dinner together recently, Yi Chengyun talked more than before, and sometimes Wen Zheng was listening and talking, but neither of them felt that there was anything wrong with it.

Before serving dessert, Wen Zheng remembered what happened this afternoon, and said:

"By the way, Qin Zhong came to me today and said a bunch of inexplicable things."

Yi Chengyun looked at him quietly, and asked, "Are there any concerns?"

"I also saw the news that Fan Rong was sent to a mental hospital today."

Wen Zheng frowned, unable to hide the worry in his eyes: "Will the Qin family join hands with the Fan family to deal with us?"

"No." Yi Chengyun shook his head, and patted his hand reassuringly:

"If the Wen family falls, the Qin family will be waiting for a piece of the pie, but they won't join hands with the Fan family. There are too many entanglements in the two businesses to form an alliance."

When Yi Chengyun spoke, he still had that calm look on his face, and his tone of voice was neither hurried nor slow.

Wen Zheng's restless heart unknowingly calmed down in the afternoon, and he smiled again: "Then let's start eating dessert."

"Okay" Yi Chengyun's Adam's apple slipped a few times, he was waiting for this moment.

When the aunt in the kitchen brought the dessert, Yi Chengyun winked at her, and after a while, only him and Wen Zheng were left in the room.

In front of the two of them, the after-dinner rum was put on, and two pieces of delicate tiramisu were placed on each table. Wen Zheng remembered that Yi Chengyun didn't like sweets, so he gave him the scent of rum, and bought it for himself. The one is vanilla; the coffee-colored cake is warm, served on a silver lace plate, decorated with two mint leaves arranged in a heart shape, and can smell the sweet cream and cheese.

After taking two bites, Wen Zheng pushed Yi Chengyun's hand, raised his chin and asked, "Let me taste yours."

Yi Chengyun looked up at him, held down the hand he was about to reach out for the spoon with one hand, raised the other hand holding the spoon, and brought a small piece of cake to his mouth:

"Don't you want to try? Open your mouth."

In the candlelight, Yi Chengyun's deep black eyes looked deep and mysterious, staring at him quietly.For some reason, Wen Zheng's heart missed a beat, and he couldn't say no to it, he opened his mouth obediently, and the tip of his bright red tongue swept away the cake from the silver spoon, like a kitten waiting to be fed.

Cocoa powder was sprinkled on Wen Zheng's lower lip, Yi Chengyun saw him half-raised his head and licked it, his lips were dry for no reason, and he asked in a hoarse voice:

"Do you like to eat?"

"Hmm." Wen Zheng was unaware of the coming "crisis", took a sip of red wine, half-closed his eyes and pursed his lips, the dark red wine made his two lips glisten.

"Then have another bite," Yi Chengyun's eyes darkened, and he brought the spoon to his mouth again.But this time, intentionally or unintentionally, he gently slid the bottom of the smooth spoon over Wen Zheng's lips, as if deliberately teasing him, the small metal spoon only touched the small tip of his tongue, like a dragonfly touching water, and immediately moved away.

Wen Zheng was forced to open his mouth wide, and Yi Chengyun didn't use half of his strength, but when he was about to eat it, it was like playing hide and seek in his mouth; the cool metal touched the tip of his tongue, as if there was a little bit of a different feeling, quickly spread throughout the body.

Under Yi Chengyun's mischievous play, the saliva slowly slipped down from the corner of Wen Zheng's mouth unexpectedly, reflecting the light of the silver spoon.

After feeding a small piece of cake for several minutes, when Yi Chengyun gently withdrew his hand, Wen Zheng's chest heaved and his eyes were hazy with tears; if he hadn't held on to the table with his hands, he might not be able to sit still. His fingertips were trembling slightly.

A drunken rosy glow floated on his cheeks, which was as red as toffee apple candy against the candlelight.

"You are too..."

Before the word "fen" could be said, Yi Chengyun suddenly bullied him and gagged his mouth. Surprised by Wen Zheng, he hooked away the tiramisu left in his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

The mellowness is mixed with a bit of bitter rum, sweet chocolate, smooth cheese and thick fresh cream. Layers of layers of flavors are intricate and perfectly blended into an intoxicating delicacy.

Later, Wen Zheng's memory was very fragmentary, but what impressed him most was that he was pressed in front of the French windows, or lying on his back on the soft leather sofa in front of the window; there was a transparent glass ceiling above their heads, and the bright moonlight was as bright as a mirror above their heads , The endless grassland outside the window gave him the illusion that the two of them were in the wild and were being peeped by the moon.

"You like it." Keenly aware of his changes, Yi Chengyun propped himself up in sweat, Wen Zheng's hands were still clamped above his head, not giving him a chance to refute, and said in a low voice:

"You like being here."

The dense kiss fell on Wen Zheng's eyes and chin, like little flames sprang up everywhere, and the warmth flowed to the whole body... Later, when Yi Chengyun hugged him, the sofa made strange noises due to the violent shaking.The shadow of the tree swayed, the candlelight danced on the wall, the candle burned slowly, and gathered into a pool of candle tears on the candlestick.

In the early morning, Wen Zheng was woken up by the vibrating sound of his mobile phone.When he opened his eyes, he realized that he and Yi Chengyun were already lying on the bed in the bedroom, and he had also been changed into pajamas, but there were traces of last night all over his wrists and places covered by the pajamas.

He tugged at the hem of his clothes, forcefully propped up his limp body, and reached out to touch the vibrating cell phone.Yi Chengyun who was beside him seemed to have sensed something, when he had just reached it, he stretched out his long arms, directly pushed him back into his arms, and hugged him tightly, like a beast protecting its food.

Wen Zheng: ...

Recently, they don't seem to need an excuse to "fulfill their husband's obligations", just like last night, more often than not they don't know what's going on, and they have already rolled together.

It seemed that Yi Chengyun hadn't woken up yet, it turned out that it was just a subconscious action just now.The man's head was resting on Wen Zheng's shoulder, and he let out a dissatisfied "Um", as if protesting Wen Zheng not to move around.

"I'm going to Spain tonight." Nestled in his arms, Wen Zheng whispered helplessly, "I wanted to tell you last night."

After the two woke up, they tacitly did not mention what happened last night.Wen Zheng hurriedly bid farewell to Yi Chengyun before going to work, and then began to pack his luggage.

The phone vibrated in the morning. It was a reply letter from two of the players he contacted yesterday. The reply seemed to be quite interested in his invitation and promised to meet him at the racecourse at noon.

It seems that this team has already taken shape. After meeting the other two players at noon, Wen Zheng's spirit was quite lifted.

"Sir," just as Wen Zheng and the coach were studying the training video in the afternoon, they suddenly heard a commotion outside the field, including the embarrassing voice of the racecourse assistant: "Sorry, even if you have an appointment, you are not allowed to enter the training field casually." .”

Another voice sounded like a proud young boy: "Your Mr. Wen invited me here. I want to go directly to him. He shouldn't mind."

"Hello, are you Mr. Cai Shancai?" The young man in sportswear in front of him overlapped with the image of his resume in his impression. Wen Zheng walked out of the office and extended his hand politely to the other party: "I'll send you a I've been invited, but I didn't know that you're coming today."

"It's okay, I just came up with a temporary idea." The young man shook hands with him seriously, glanced at the training field behind him intentionally or unintentionally, and then said something that made Wen Zheng puzzled: "Thank you for inviting me into your team , I feel very honored, but after coming today, I found that we are not suitable. So please allow me to refuse."

What kind of inexplicable person, Wen Zheng complained in his heart, came here to make trouble for others? !

Seeing that the man was about to turn around and leave, Wen Zheng suppressed his anger and raised his voice to stop him:

"Can you tell me the reason? It doesn't matter if you don't join my team, but after all, you will still meet in other competitions in the future. If there is any misunderstanding, it's better to talk it out on the spot."

The rider named Cai Shan looked back, and seemed to feel that what Wen Zheng said was indeed reasonable. When he turned around, his attitude restrained a lot, but he still had a lingering sense of superiority, and he continued to say:

"Sorry, I always pursue efficiency first. Joining this team will be a waste of my time. I hope you will not be offended by it. I heard that you also invited two players, Na Ren and Wen Yuqing. Their strength and experience are comparable to mine. There is a big gap in comparison, which means that the elites in this team are only me and you, not only can’t improve, but may spend energy to help others. Secondly, in this racecourse, I don’t see other strong players , This makes me feel very uneasy. If there is no player with a higher level than myself, there is no way to improve, please forgive me."

Wen Zheng and Pei Siyu, who was watching the fun, glanced at each other, and both saw doubts in each other's eyes: No higher level than him, serious?

While listening to his speech, Wen Zheng had already decided not to invite him into the team, and patiently explained:

"This racecourse is my personal. No one else can train here except me and my friends. Of course, if you join my team, it will be provided to the team members for free as a venue. As for the experience and strength you mentioned, of course I Considering that, after carefully watching the video of the two ladies, Na Ren and Wen Yuqing, I think their strength can win a seat in the special subject of the Grand Prix. And you just passed St. George a year ago and have not participated in any International Four-Star League. According to your logic, the strength between you should be the same."

Cai Shan was taken aback for a moment, he probably didn't expect Wen Zheng to speak for the two unknown contestants, and expressed his dissatisfaction in a cold voice:

"Na Ren is 40 years old this year, and her peak age as a rider has passed long ago; as for Wen Yuqing, she may have potential, but unfortunately she is too young, has little experience in competitions, and is not stable enough. Compared with watching videos, I have seen it with my own eyes. their performance."

"I don't think riding is a sport without an upper age limit."

Wen Zheng couldn't help shaking his head, he didn't expect Cai Shan to be such a narrow-minded person, so he retorted calmly:

"Isabel, the queen of dressage who has just won seven consecutive championships, is 50 years old this year and is still creating her peak; British champion Charlotte did not participate in a major competition before winning gold in London for the first time, Earl of Rost won the third place in the league I was nearly 70 years old at the time...age and experience may be important references, but strength does not grow as long as you train for a long time, you should understand."

Cai Shan didn't seem to agree, frowned, and reluctantly replied:

"Everyone has their own opinions, and I respect you. However, there is actually another team that invited me to join, but the captain of the other team is not as strong as you, so I was still hesitant. If you are willing to replace those two ladies, I say Might not consider your team. Now it seems that I don't need to choose, anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you and see you in the qualifiers in the future."

"There are people like this," Pei Siyu watched the whole farce beside him, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and comforted Wen Zheng:

"Next week, I will go to the university to promote, and then I will help you see if there is any suitable person."

Wen Zheng smiled wryly: "Thank you. When I arrive in Spain tonight, I will find time during class to ask if there are any recommended candidates."

In the individual dressage competition, Wen Zheng needs to complete 23 sets of designated movements in a complete set of performances, such as standing salute, figure, free walk and so on.This time in Madrid, he is going to listen to the lectures of Prince Morris, who is free to perform, hoping to find inspiration in watching the performances of his predecessors.

According to the plan, he will stay in Madrid for a week.After finishing the first day of class, Wen Zheng went back to the hotel and lay down on the quilt, with one hand used to the side, feeling empty; he only realized it later, it seemed that this was the first time since he and Yi Chengyun got married. Farewell.

Not knowing what he was doing now, Wen Zheng turned on his phone out of boredom, and stopped when he slid down to Yi Chengyun's profile picture.

It is 11 o'clock in the evening in Madrid, so it should be five or six o'clock in the morning in China, and the man probably hasn't woken up yet.

He just lowered his hand when the phone vibrated suddenly, it was a message from Yi Chengyun: "Are you asleep?"

"Not yet." Wen Zheng replied almost instantly: "Did you stay up all night or get up early to work overtime?"

"Just woke up." Yi Chengyun returned faster: "Can't sleep?"

"Maybe the time difference is not reversed." Wen Zheng hugged the quilt, had a flash of inspiration, and sent out a voice call invitation viciously:

"Sing me a lullaby."

Yi Chengyun: ...

"Could it be that the dignified president can't even sing a lullaby?" Wen Zheng covered his mouth with the quilt and laughed.

"I'm going to sing, you'll be so scared that you won't be able to sleep," Yi Chengyun raised the corners of his mouth, thinking of something interesting: "I talked to your good friend Tan Si last night."

He deliberately emphasized the word "good friend", and Wen Zheng became nervous on the spot: "What did you guys talk about?"

"He told me that I have many competitors, let me keep an eye on you. Also, he once gave you a 'illustrated book', let me read it with you."

Wen Zheng's mouth has been opened into an O shape, what is the "picture book"?Could it be that Tan Si gave him the "Toy Guide"?

Wait, if Yi Chengyun discovers the new world inside, the miserable person will be...?

"Stop!" Thinking of his miserable future, Wen Zheng screamed: "I burned it long ago, and the ashes were blown up!"

"Really? I don't believe it."

Yi Chengyun lowered his head and chuckled, and said in a low voice:

"You start counting 100 sheep now, and you have to sleep when you reach the 100th sheep, so I won't look for it today."

Wen Zheng was dubious: "You are not allowed to look for it tomorrow."

Yi Chengyun smiled: "Deal."

"One sheep, two sheep..."

His voice was soft and waxy, Yi Chengyun's heart seemed to melt away, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he secretly pressed the record button.

Hearing my steady breathing on the other end, Yi Chengyun unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, threw the "Toy Guide" by the bedside into the drawer, stood up holding the phone, looked up at the blue sky outside the window, and said softly:

"Good night, I'll wait for you to come back."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-02-2205:51:06~2020-02-2306:35:08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: Gu Ci 4;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 17 bottles of Rising Sun Zhaoyang; 5 bottles of Words;

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