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

The car stopped in front of the gate of the castle, Wen Zheng was lowering his head and was about to step out of the car when his hand was suddenly grabbed by Yi Chengyun, and he heard the man say:

"I know it's a child's joke. People will grow up and understand it."

Wen Zheng was taken aback, and looked at him with complicated eyes: What do you mean?

Suddenly tightening his grip on Wen Zheng's hand, Yi Chengyun looked down to see the two's fingers clasped together, and said in a deep voice:

"It means you don't have to worry about it."

The miss when he was a child was more like a simple miss for his playmates. It was not until he was 16 years old that he saw Wen Zheng, who was leading the horse, walking towards him with his back to the setting sun, that fermented into another kind of affection.

Wen Zheng felt depressed, as if blocked by something: Maybe Yi Chengyun didn't want him to be misunderstood?

The two sat quietly in the car, holding hands in silence, when the car window was knocked suddenly:

"Isn't this Brother Cheng Yun?"

What is brother Chengyun?Wen Zheng raised his eyebrows, glanced from the corner of his eye:

A stylishly dressed young man waved desperately to Yi Chengyun outside the car, Wen Zheng understood that smile at a glance, and heard the young man's familiar tone with Yi Chengyun:

"I didn't expect to meet you again this time. This is our fate."

Hehe, Wen Zheng sneered in his heart, stepped out of the car silently, and silently looked at the young man standing on the other side of the car.

The man looked to be two years younger than him, with short, shattered hair dyed a dazzling brown, pampered porcelain white skin, cherry red lips, carefully groomed eyebrows, and eyeliner, which set off a pair of peach blossom eyes. Hook people.

When Yi Chengyun got out of the car behind Wen Zheng, the young man jumped towards him in three steps and two steps in parallel, with his arms open as if to rush forward.

It's a pity that he didn't expect that Yi Chengyun didn't pay attention at all, and put his arm around Wen Zheng's shoulder naturally, leaving him only a back view.

The smile on the young man's face obviously froze for a moment, then he walked to the two of them as if nothing had happened, and asked with a smile:

"Is this brother Chengyun's friend? I'm brother Chengyun's younger brother, let's hang out together when we have time."

Fat?Wen Zheng turned his head to look at Yi Chengyun: Never heard of it at all? !

"This is my husband Wen Zheng, you should have read the news."

Yi Chengyun calmly replied, and introduced to Wen Zheng:

"This is my cousin's friend, Xiang Lan."

Not letting go of the flash of anger in Xiang Lan's eyes, Wen Zheng nodded meaningfully, and replied calmly:

"Nice to meet you."

"That's seeing is worth seeing. If you don't mind, let's have dinner together tonight. I have long wanted to know about Brother Chengyun's husband. Brother Chengyun and I have known each other for more than ten years. Can be good friends."

I don't know if it's Wen Zheng's illusion, but Xiang Lan seems to be gnashing his teeth on the word "good friend".

"But I prefer to be quiet,"

Why should I accommodate you? !Wen Zheng was inexplicably upset, it was fine if he was caught off guard and dragged to the castle, but also met such a man, he raised his eyes and asked Yi Chengyun:

"Which restaurant did you order?"

No matter how dull Ren Yi Chengyun was, he felt something subtle at this moment, and raised his hand to rub Wen Zheng's hair:

"It's Loka on the second floor of the castle. Time is tight, and I only reserved half a seat in the restaurant, so it shouldn't be too noisy."

Seeing Yi Chengyun caressing Wen Zheng's hair, Xiang Lan's eyes burst into flames, and he squeezed out a pitiful smile, approaching Yi Chengyun intentionally or unintentionally, drooping the corners of his eyes, and made a pitiful gesture:

"Brother Chengyun, we haven't seen each other for more than three years. I really want to know how you are doing. Do you think I will disturb you?"

Wen Zheng secretly rolled his eyes: otherwise?

"You can find another time to reminisce about the old days. You should come with your friends."

Yi Chengyun looked up at the few foreigners who were standing not far from the gate, waving at them, nodded slightly, and said:

"I saw your professor waiting for you over there. It's better not to make the teacher wait too long. Let's go to another day."

"But..." Xiang Lan wanted to say something unwillingly, but when he saw Yi Chengyun holding Wen Zheng's hand with his head down, he clenched his fists unconsciously, forced a smile and said:

"It's a pity. It's okay. I'll visit you when I return home."

Watching Xiang Lan walk towards the gate with three steps and three turns, Wen Zheng, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally said, "You guys know each other well?"

"So-so, normal business dealings with his family."

After realizing the meaning behind this sentence, Yi Chengyun was momentarily surprised and asked tentatively:

"Are you jealous?"

"You're jealous." Like a kitten whose tail has been stepped on, Wen Zheng frowned and gave him a blank look:

"On the contrary, you are very happy to be called Brother Cheng Yun."

"What do people call me? I can't control it. I don't bother to care."

As if thinking of something, Yi Chengyun pulled him closer to his arms, pressed him against his ear, and said in a low voice:

"No, I seem to only care about what a person calls me."

The sudden intimacy made Wen Zheng's earlobes turn as red as agate instantly, he pushed his hand indiscriminately, and said awkwardly:

"Shut, what's my business? I'm hungry, go in and eat."

They didn't seem to pay attention, and when they were whispering to each other, they cast jealous eyes from a distance.

Both of them were familiar with the restaurant of the castle, and Yi Chengyun chose the seat by the window. When they sat down, the sun was setting, and the brilliant clouds dyed the clear sky into a colorful oil painting.

Picking up the wine glass, Yi Chengyun seemed to think of an interesting thing, and looked at Wen Zheng half-jokingly:

"You used to say that you would propose to me here when you grow up."

Almost choked on the red wine, Wen Zheng raised his head in surprise, his heart skipped a beat:

The crimson glow hit Yi Chengyun's side face, coating his three-dimensional facial features with a faint velvet light, and the man's black eyes were shining brightly against the sunset glow, more expensive than the most expensive gems Wen Zheng had ever seen. It's even better.

"what happened?"

Seeing that he just looked at him in a daze without saying a word, Yi Chengyun raised his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and asked softly:

"Are you hungry? Let them serve appetizers?"

Barely recovering, Wen Zheng hurriedly lowered his head, stared at the reflection of the man on the glass, tried to hide his flustered heartbeat, and replied in a very small voice: "Yes."

As Yi Chengyun said, the environment in the restaurant is quiet, only the occasional sizzling sound of steak being poured with sauce when the dishes are served.

Wen Zheng Wudu had a small thought in his mind, if we could have dinner together like this every night in the future, it would be nice even if we don't have to be in the castle.

It's a pity that the warm atmosphere didn't last long. A waiter came to their table and asked politely:

"There is a gentleman over there who wants to present you with a piece of piano music."

The two turned their heads, and Wen Zheng saw Xiang Lan sitting in front of the piano, pretending to be reserved, raising his hand to signal to them.

Yi Chengyun nodded towards the waiter: "Understood, thank you."

The surrounding lights were dimmed, and the soft music was quietly flowing in the hall, Wen Zheng felt uncomfortable for a moment:

To blatantly show favor to his husband in front of him, is he dead?

"You don't like it." Sensitively noticing the change in his expression, Yi Chengyun leaned over to hold his hand, and asked with concern:

"Is it because you don't like piano music? Or is the stuff here not to your liking?"

He didn't like Xiang Lan's existence, so Wen Zheng couldn't say this, and drank half a glass of wine in one gulp, turned his head and looked out the window without answering.

"Brother Chengyun, what do you think of my playing?"

After the song was over, Xiang Lan slowly walked up to the two of them, and sat down by herself:

"Brother Wenzheng, right? Maybe you know that "Canon" was written by Pachelbel for his crush. It depicts the unrequited love that is torn apart. What a romantic and poignant melody."

"Really? I heard another version. Although the melody in "Canon" is repeated again and again, the regular chords can play a graceful melody. Although it starts with a touch of melancholy, the glorious ending is intended to bring people Peace of mind and hope."

Swirling the wine glass, Wen Zheng admired Xiang Lan's pale face, and said unhurriedly:

"A piece of musical score that will be famous for later generations, only confines its meaning to small love and small love, which is too narrow."

"So you are interested in the piano." Hearing Wen Zheng's words, Yi Chengyun felt something strange, and echoed:

"I was negligent when I made the reservation. I didn't invite a pianist. Xiang Lan, you have a heart."

As if being punched through the pillow, Xiang Lan said, "No, you're welcome."

"As a gift in return, how about we give you a bottle of Contestan '62."

Unexpectedly, Yi Chengyun was so straightforward, Wen Zheng chuckled inwardly, pretending to be concerned:

"I heard that sour grapes and lemon juice from Nyuxi are added to this wine. It has a unique flavor. I believe you will like it. It is said that before the Queen of Montenegro got married, someone brewed it for the fake nobles who had chased after her. Let the other party stop wishful thinking."

This story was made up by Wen Zheng, but he said it himself, as if it really happened.

Xiang Lan was so angry that her face turned blue, and in order to maintain her image in front of Yi Chengyun so that she couldn't get angry, her forehead was full of veins:

"Thank you so much!"

Speaking of this, Xiang Lan was too embarrassed to sit down, and excused herself to leave.

"You don't like him." Since just now, he has been observing Wen Zheng's expression, Yi Chengyun confirmed this, and asked carefully:

"You knew each other before?"

But after deliberation, he felt that it was unreasonable. Xiang Lan studied music, while Wen Zheng focused on equestrianism since he was a child, and there was almost no overlap.What's more, since high school, he has known everyone around Wen Zheng.

"Yes, I don't like it. Do you want to speak for him?" After saying it, Wen Zheng realized that he sounded very unreasonable, but he didn't intend to bow his head. He leaned back on the chair and took a sip of his wine, and said simply :

"If you don't like him, there is no reason."

Yi Chengyun didn't answer, just stared at him for a while, with a trace of Wen Zheng's undetectable smile in his eyes.

After the little turmoil passed, the two of them enjoyed the meal fairly well, and Yi Chengyun didn't mention Xiang Lan any more, but talked more about the memories of the two of them in the castle.

After enjoying the dessert, the two planned to take a walk in the castle. Yi Chengyun suddenly received a call from work, and gave Wen Zheng an apologetic look. After the other party nodded to him, he held the phone and walked away Enter the private VIP room.

"I heard you were a horseman."

As soon as Yi Chengyun left, Wen Zheng heard an extremely unfriendly voice from behind, a hand brushed across his back, making his skin crawl:

"Your family is still the Wen family who had the accident, I know. Do you think being with him can help him? Do you want to eat soft food?"

"What? Are you jealous?"

This person dances here again and again, Wen Zheng is not so good-tempered, not to mention Yi Chengyun is not here now.He raised his glass and turned around, looking at Xiang Lan who looked like a resentful woman:

"Yes, he is with me, hold back."

Unexpectedly, Wen Zheng was so shameless, Xiang Lan's face was distorted with anger, he gave him a hard look, sat beside him without authorization, and said in a low voice:

"He and I have known each other since we were ten years old, childhood sweetheart, where did you come from? First, my family is a family, clean and innocent. I am the champion of the European Youth Piano Competition, with a positive image."

"Really? Then what famous song did you create? Let's hear it. Otherwise, I thought your highest achievement was to accompany us just now. Did you hear that?"

Putting his hands next to his ears, Wen Zheng raised his brows and glanced at him with a half-smile:

"Chopin and Mozart are laughing at you in the sky."

Xiang Lan's lips trembled: "You..."

Calm down, he took a sip of wine to moisturize his throat. Wen Zheng felt that the venue was not suitable for public confrontation, which affected his performance. He waved his hand casually, and said impatiently:

"You don't have to expect to pretend to be pitiful to him. The grass on the grave of the person who did this last time is several feet high."

As soon as the words fell, Yi Chengyun came out of the VIP room, glanced at Xiang Lan who was turning blue with anger, and directly extended his hand to Wen Zheng:

"come over."

Deliberately trying to get angry at Lan, Wen Zheng stood up happily, and enthusiastically took Yi Chengyun's arm: "Good husband."

Yi Chengyun smiled slightly, as if he was used to his occasional pranks, he held his hand generously, and in front of Xiang Lan, lowered his head and kissed Wen Zheng's forehead.

After the two walked out of the restaurant, Yi Chengyun led Wen Zheng towards the gate of the castle, and then he said:

"If you don't like him, I won't meet him in the future."

"It's not necessary." Wen Zheng shook his head, raised his eyebrows and said: "This kind of green tea, if you give him eyes, you are flattering him."

The moment the two passed through the gate of the castle, Wen Zheng saw the carriage parked in the yard, and the slightest bit of unhappiness was swept away. He was as excited as a child, and shook Yi Chengyun's hand:

"We have been jealous of this carriage for a long time, but we have never sat in it once."

Wen Zheng didn't know how Yi Chengyun persuaded the owner of the castle. When they were young, they sneaked into the stable of the castle just to take a look at this antique carriage.It is said that it is a reward from the king, and the owner treats it as a treasure, and will only be dispatched when a few distinguished guests visit.

"Come." Yi Chengyun stretched out his hand to him like a real prince.

The sky had completely darkened, and the sound of Dada's hooves on the road was extremely pleasant.They drove along the country road outside the castle, and on the other side was the endless sea.

The night wind blew head-on, slightly lifting the hair of the two of them, refreshing and comfortable.

There was a sudden cracking sound, and on the surface of the pitch-black sea, white lights burst up in an instant, exploding in the sky, like stars scattered all over the sky.

"Do you like it?" Yi Chengyun grabbed Wen Zheng's hand and asked in a hoarse voice.

Watching the flying fireworks, Wen Zheng's eyes sparkled, and he was speechless for a moment.

When he was six years old, on the night when he was about to leave Spain and return home, he sneaked into Yi Chengyun's room, and the two children rode horses to the seaside.

Wen Zheng prepared some fireworks there, he took Yi Chengyun's hand, and boldly kissed the man.

He was immersed in his memories, when Yi Chengyun approached suddenly, just as Wen Zheng turned his head curiously, the man's kiss landed on his lips impartially.

The surroundings suddenly became incomparably quiet, even the crackling of the fireworks disappeared, Wen Zheng only had Yi Chengyun's dark eyes in his eyes.

Yi Chengyun obviously also expected that he would turn his head suddenly, so his lips were stuck together, as if still.It wasn't until Yi Chengyun came to his senses that he lowered his body and directly ate the person who came to his door.

His heart was beating to the point of suffocation, Wen Zheng grasped his arm subconsciously with both hands, and then let it go obediently, closing his eyes bit by bit, letting the man's breath envelope him.

This kiss seemed to be as long as a century. When the lips of the two slowly parted, Yi Chengyun closed his eyes and rubbed the tip of his nose against Wen Zheng's, praying in his heart that this journey would never end.

The carriage did not know when it stopped, and the fireworks were set off for a long time, and neither of the people in the carriage had time to watch.

"It's time to go back to the hotel." The two of them pressed their foreheads together, Wen Zheng put his hand on Yi Chengyun's body, and said softly, "It's a pity that I missed the fireworks."

"Then let's come again next time." Their lips were less than two centimeters apart, and Yi Chengyun was unwilling to let go of him, but instead tightened his arms.

Although no one wanted to break the atmosphere at this moment, the groom outside hinted that it was getting late, so the two held hands with each other, apologized to the groom, and drove back to the hotel.

There was nothing to say along the way, and when the two got off the car at the entrance of the hotel, Yi Chengyun spoke:

"I'm going back tomorrow morning. There will be a reception in London in three days. Is it convenient for you to come with me?"

"can."

Trying to clear his mind from the shock just now, Wen Zheng took his hand to get out of the car, pointed to a street corner not far away, and said casually:

"I want to go there to buy some ice cream, you go back first."

Yi Chengyun was puzzled: "You can call the hotel service, there should be ice cream in it."

Wen Zheng shook his head: "I want to eat that."

Yi Chengyun couldn't resist him: "Then I will go with you."

When the two walked towards the ice cream truck side by side, three Spanish men who looked drunk jumped out of the dark alley, muttering a lot of incomprehensible words, and one of them patted Yi Cheng arrogantly. Yunjian made a gesture asking for money.

"You guys..." Before Wen Zheng finished speaking, Yi Chengyun grabbed the man's wrist with one hand, and easily twisted it in the opposite direction, only to hear a "click" sound, accompanied by the sound of killing a pig. scream.

The other two were stunned on the spot, they didn't react at all, but when they saw Yi Chengyun approaching, they had an instant understanding, turned around and ran, even ignoring their friend who was screaming in pain on the ground.

"I didn't expect this area to be so unsafe," Yi Chengyun patted the dust on his suit, took out his phone, turned around and asked worriedly:

"I'm going to call the police now, or you can change the hotel tomorrow."

"No, no need." The arm of the man on the ground was bent into a strange shape, Wen Zheng didn't dare to look at it, and pulled Yi Chengyun back:

"Maybe it's just unlucky tonight. I ran into a few drunks. There are only two or three days left without trouble. Let's go back and stop eating."

Back in the suite, Wen Zheng took off his coat and said:

"Your plane in the morning, go to bed first."

Unexpectedly, when he hung up his coat, a thin card fell from his pocket.

"What is this?" Yi Chengyun picked up the card on the ground and read out word by word: "Phel, tel: XXX."

There is a big "callme" written on the corner of the card, and a heart is drawn next to it.

Wen Zheng looked blank: "I don't know."

In the blink of an eye, Wen Zheng remembered the scene where Xiang Lan touched him intentionally or unintentionally, and hated his teeth itching: This bitch.

"Are you sure?"

Slender fingers twisted the card, Yi Chengyun half leaned against the wall, the dim light in the room made his slender eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

His tone was still so calm, but Wen Zheng's heart trembled when he heard it, he was quick to think, and asked cautiously:

"I want to take an essential oil bath, drink a glass of red wine in the bathtub before going to sleep, do you want to come?"

"Drinking in the bath is not good for your health."

Rejecting his proposal without hesitation, Yi Chengyun straightened up suddenly, took a step forward, pushed Wen Zheng against the wall with one hand, and raised his chin with the other. The magnetic voice seemed to confuse people:

"I have to wear my blazer tomorrow, so it can't be wrinkled, is that okay?"

He didn't understand what he meant for a while, but Wen Zheng was overwhelmed by the sudden intimidation from him, so he just nodded obediently.

The only shirt on his body was randomly wrapped around his wrist, Wen Zheng's eyes were dim with tears, he bit his lip, and tried his best to raise his head to look at himself in the mirror, and Yi Chengyun, who was neatly dressed in a suit and leather shoes behind him.

At least he is the only one who can see his beastly appearance, Wen Zheng thought in a daze before his sanity completely disappeared.

"Don't be distracted."

Yi Chengyun easily sensed that Wen Zheng was thinking about something else, which made Yi Chengyun extremely dissatisfied. He pinched his chin with one hand, forcing his eyes to only focus on himself; There was only one or two muffled swallows.

The author has something to say: Wen Zheng: Listen to my explanation...

Yi Chengyun: I can explain it with sound

(The comment on "Canon" is excerpted from Du Niang)