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

Without cutting off the call, Yi Chengyun put on the earphones, turned the microphone to mute, changed his clothes and went downstairs; he listened to Wen Zheng's breathing, as if that person was always by his side.

But when he was halfway through breakfast, the doorbell rang suddenly, and the housekeeper Zhou Jun walked up to him with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said cautiously:

"My wife wants to see you, do you want her to come in?"

"Okay." Yi Chengyun's good mood in the morning seemed to be covered by a layer of dark clouds. He knew why his mother came to see him, so he lowered his eyes and took off his earphones, put the phone aside, and kept the picture of the voice call.

"I was worried that going to the company to find you would cause unnecessary trouble, so I came here in the morning."

Mrs. Yi looked a bit haggard, her eye shadow couldn't hide the redness and swelling, she sat down opposite her son, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"You said that as long as I approve of Wen Zheng, I won't attack him. Why?"

What she was talking about was the young model boyfriend. A week ago, this person was fired by the company, and there is no such person so far.

"I did say that, but I didn't expect that you would collude with the Wen family."

Seeing his mother's face turning pale without any surprise, Yi Chengyun didn't waver in the slightest, and said indifferently:

"The person who secretly gave Wen Zheng's phone number to the Wen family was you. The person who leaked Yi's plan on the Yonghua Palace project to the Wen family was also you. Besides, it was you who harassed the racecourse. That boyfriend bribed his classmate to do it. Zhou Jun, show her the photos."

"You're spying on me."

Mrs. Yi looked at this strange son, who was obviously her own, but wanted to prevent her from being so guarded, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and two lines of tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes:

"I'm thinking about Xiaozheng. He and his parents are always a family. Now you make trouble with his family because of a project, and he will hate you in the future. I'm doing it for you two. Why don't you understand? You Make Wen's family half-dead now. In the future, he will be like me, unable to hold his head up in his own home..."

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you only grow in age."

Looking at her expressionlessly, Yi Chengyun remained motionless, and said coldly:

"If you want to move yourself, don't kidnap other people."

Glancing at the phone, a complex look flashed in Yi Chengyun's eyes, and when he looked up, he disappeared, and said coldly:

"That Mr. model, he not only maintains a relationship with you, but also has relationships with at least two or three famous ladies. I didn't do anything, but the other two did it to him. If nothing else, I'm going to the company now .besides,"

Standing up, he looked down at his mother, his eyes neither sad nor happy, as if explaining routine:

"Your pocket money, I won't stop for the time being. If you want, you can find another small model at any time. But if you let the model come from nowhere to pose in the company cafe, or intervene in Yi's business, I'm afraid I want you to understand the difference between being self-reliant and living under the protection of the Yi family."

When Wen Zheng woke up, the sun was shining on the entire hotel suite, and it was golden, which made people feel warm.

The mobile phone fell by the pillow, and I don't know when it will automatically shut down due to lack of power.

He remembered that the battery was fully charged before going to bed. Did he talk to Yi Chengyun all night?

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Wen Zheng got up to charge first, and then he turned on the computer, and saw several messages popping up:

One is a group of members of the Huaguo Equestrian Association, and the other ones are messages from Pei Siyu.

"Ouzifeng's horse was suspended for half a year because it failed the doping test."

Wen Zheng quickly replied to the message and asked Pei Siyu: "Is it related to the gastrointestinal medicine?"

Pei Siyu had lingering fears: "Yes, I don't know if I don't tell you. It turns out that the designated drug for the Equestrian Association at that time was the person in the General Administration of Sports through his family. It is said that his family has shares in the pharmaceutical factory."

Although it is not right to gloat over misfortune, but when Wen Zheng thought of Ou Zifeng's domineering appearance, he didn't have any sympathy for him: "Maybe this is called self-inflicted evil."

In addition, he also received nearly ten friend requests at night, all from the same person - Cai Shan.

When he told Pei Siyu about this, the other side was not surprised at all:

"At that time, Ou Zifeng's team was the one who invited him. If Ou Zifeng was suspended for half a year, there would be no need to think about the Olympic qualifiers and qualifying competitions. He must find another way out."

Wen Zheng shrugged: "Would it be too late now? If there is no one, I will not choose him."

However, the entire equestrian association has different views on this matter: some think that serious protests should be lodged, on the grounds that doping is actually used in private by every country, but it is just a competition of technological level.What's more, this drug is not originally used in the central nervous system.The FEI made too much of a fuss.The other part is the fear, if Ou Zifeng hadn't been checked out in other international competitions this time, how many people would have been wrongly killed because of this in the Olympic qualifiers.

Silently remembering those who held the first point of view, Wen Zheng calmly blacklisted them and asked Pei Siyu:

"When are you planning to come over?"

According to the plan, in the last three days of this week, Pei Siyu will come to Madrid to take classes with him, and at the same time bring another recommended player over to meet and chat with him.

"It will be about two days." Pei Siyu replied, "There is something that I don't know if I am careless. I think Chu Yang's attitude seems to be getting more and more serious recently. Is it time to say goodbye to him?"

Wen Zheng was taken aback: "Don't you like him?"

"No, I think he's fine." Pei Siyu's voice sounded a little frustrated: "That's right, you remember that I told him at the beginning that we wouldn't be serious? There is another one, I told you, before Yang When Xue asked me to get back together, I discussed this matter with Chu Yang, and he didn't stop me at all. So I don't know, maybe it's just my illusion."

Wen Zheng asked, "Then do you want to be serious with him?"

"No," Pei Siyu sighed, "Our relationship didn't develop normally at the beginning."

Seeing this message, Wen Zheng's heart sank, as if someone had poured cold water on him.

The scene of Yi Chengyun checking the contracts with him that morning at the hotel quickly appeared in his mind - this is not a normal development.

"Ding" the sound of the phone charging and restarting interrupted Wen Zheng's contemplation. He opened the chat history and found that Yi Chengyun kept talking with him for at least three hours before the phone ran out of battery and after he fell asleep.

The last message was from that person, 15 minutes ago, with a simple word: "Morning."

With a long sigh of relief, he collapsed on the bed, covering his eyes with one hand.After a while, he replied to Pei Siyu: "Maybe don't worry too much about how to start, the future is more important.

That afternoon, Wen Zheng sat down in a quiet coffee shop in Madrid and within 10 minutes, he heard a familiar voice:

"You are my boss's husband. It's actually inappropriate for us to meet in private."

Wen Zheng smiled slightly and nodded to him: "But you still came to prove that I have what you want here."

Chu Yang sat down in front of him, and politely replied: "Indeed, I will try my best to answer what you want to know, except for matters related to the Yi family."

"I know, what I want to ask has nothing to do with business."

Just when Wen Zheng was struggling with how to speak, he did not expect Chu Yang's reaction to be faster than he imagined:

"Do you want to ask about Mr. Yi's sleepwalking?"

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, my aunt came today, it's more serious QAQ