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

I really know how to put gold on my face!

If Yi Chengyun was present at this time, Wen Zheng would definitely put the bread on his hand into his mouth: I'll make you laugh!

"Then you tell him that he is wrong. I only have dogs in my heart, and I don't remember him at all."

Wen Zheng took a big bite of the bread in his hand as if to vent his anger, Wen Zheng was stunned, and found something wrong, raised his eyes and asked:

"The boss lost, why are you so happy?"

Filling Wen Zheng's cup full of milk tea, Zhou Jun smiled cheerfully and replied honestly:

"The bodyguard and the servants bet that you will ask at breakfast. I thank Mr. Wen on behalf of everyone."

Wen Zheng: Why are you even more angry? !

Thinking of Wen Zheng's thin-skinned "new entry", Zhou Jun found a step for him in time, and said courteously:

"Whenever you want to go, I'll take you there. Young Master Yi was preparing for it a year ago, and finally sent it out, just to please you."

Pull it down, is Yi Chengyun still able to foretell? !

Unhappy, he took a sip of milk tea to suppress the fire, but Wen Zheng was curious. After preparing for a year, what is it?Why are you so generous, give it as you say, or give him this thorn in the side?

So, after eating and drinking, Wen Zheng took Zeus, who was in high spirits, and listened to Zhou Jun who was walking in front, saying:

"In the back garden."

The two of them and a dog walked through the glass greenhouse full of exotic flowers and plants. The moment he opened the back door, Wen Zheng's whole body felt as if struck by lightning.

There is no legendary rose garden in the garden. Suddenly, there is a large piece of green grass. There is a straight path in the middle of the grass, and at the end are two wooden houses that Wenzheng is most familiar with.

The hand holding the dog leash trembled slightly, the moment Wen Zheng walked to the wooden fence, his mind was still blank due to the shock.

"Mr. Wen, the key."

Seeing him standing dumbfounded in front of the door, Zhou Jun kindly reminded him to use a key to open the closed wooden fence, even though there were workers on duty all day, Mr. Yi said, "This is a sense of ritual."

Zeus, who was led by him, reacted faster. He had already smelled the smell of "little partner". He excitedly pulled on the railing with his two forelimbs, and couldn't wait to scream for joy.

He took out the key with trembling hands, Wen Zheng's chest heaved and heaved, and only heard a soft "click", the wooden door slowly opened in front of him, and the familiar sound of the horse's cry was getting closer and closer to him.

The sunlight poured down from the skylight, casting a warm color filter on the small stable. The halo reflected by the large incandescent lamp in the middle of the room just shone on Wen Zheng's feet, as if welcoming his arrival.

As soon as the dog leash in his hand was loosened, Wen Zheng didn't even have time to pay attention to the horseman's greetings to him, and involuntarily ran towards the two horses locked on the left, and couldn't wait to hug one of them, resting his forehead on the horse's forehead, couldn't help it Choking:

"So you are here."

Zeus stood up on both feet, and the fluffy dog's head kept arching the head of another steed, as if he was greeting a long-lost friend.

The names of these two horses are Sunflower and Jelly. He bought them with his prize money. In order to please his parents, he deliberately registered their names as owners. His idea is very good: every time he wins in the future, his parents names will be mentioned.

Unfortunately, his parents didn't appreciate it.

These two racehorses have accompanied him in his battles for several years, which is longer than the time his parents have accompanied him since he was born. Even though they are not famous stallions and they are not young, their meaning to him is far more important than money.

But Wen Qi only acted like a spoiled child to Wen's father, and then stole it openly and used it as a "charity auction".

Wen Zheng tried every means yesterday, and he spared no expense in exchanging money and information, and asked Yi Chengyun to come forward and buy back these two racehorses.

His eyes were moist, his chest heaved violently, and he buried his head in the horse's mane: "Sorry for not protecting you well."

As luck would have it, the two horses were in very good condition, with shiny, soft coats, clearly well cared for.

Rubbing the two beloved horses with his forehead in turn, it took Wen Zheng a while to remember that there was someone else in the stable. He wiped the corners of his eyes and sniffed his nose, trying to hide his embarrassment:

"You, you said he prepared this a year ago?"

From the moment he entered the door, Zhou Jun automatically felt that he was a "transparent person" with Ma Gong, and he stepped forward when he heard the question:

"The stable was planned to be built a year ago. Originally, there were only the young master's two favorite horses. These two horses were bought by the young master from others two weeks ago."

Although the design here can only accommodate four horses, saddles, stirrups and other utensils are neatly hung on the wooden wall on the left. The office, horse washing and horse preparation area, and the feed room can be seen at the gate. Although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs; With fireproof coating, large horseshoe-shaped glass windows and three wooden doors with excellent convection and ventilation ensure that the inside is warm in winter and cool in summer, which shows the intention of the design.

Jianwenzheng's emotions gradually calmed down, Zhou Jun unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, proud of himself for "fulfilling his mission", leaned over and rubbed Samoyed's head, and continued:

"The young master said that everything here will be under your control in the future. If you want, you can also ride his two horses; if there are any deficiencies, you can mention them at any time, and I will send people to follow up immediately."

Touching the mane of the horse at hand, Wen Zheng turned his head to look in doubt, the other two horses stood quietly behind, their bright and clear black eyes silently watching everything just now.

Zhou Jun struck while the iron was hot: "Do you want to try riding it now?"

Wen Zheng bowed his head and kissed the horse's forehead, said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, I'll take them out for a walk first."

Leading the horse and walking on the grass outside, Wen Zheng kept circling a question in his mind: Why did Yi Chengyun do this?

If you decide to do something, you must do your best. That person has always been like this, but this is not ordinary seriousness:

The annual maintenance cost of a racehorse is tens of millions, plus horse workers, stables, venues...

Someone jokingly called the famous stallion a furry Bugatti Veyron, which is not an exaggeration at all.

Wen Zheng was dazed by several "0"s in it, so he simply ignored him: Anyway, Yi Chengyun is willing, so why should he be embarrassed.

After a little warm-up, Wen Zheng personally cleaned the woolen saddle spotlessly, changed into his clothes, took a deep breath, jumped up, and sat firmly on the horse.

The crisp sound of horseshoes echoed in his ears, and it was only at this moment that he really felt the blood flowing in his body, and he was truly "alive".

Wearing a black and white horse riding suit, he rode a horse and ran on the grass in small steps against the sun. The bright sun outlined his handsome and exquisite facial features. I have to be stunned.

Under Zhou Jun's prompting, the dazed horse worker set up the camera, which was also Yi Chengyun's order to record Wen Zheng's practice process.

He rode two racehorses in turn, and the time passed quickly. It was almost noon when Wen Zheng felt hungry. As soon as he returned to the villa, the delicious smell of meat came to his nostrils. It was his favorite red wine steak.

After lunch, Wen Zheng asked Zhou Jun to sit down at the table, and asked politely:

"Can you give me a copy of your video in the morning? I can correct my posture."

There is no horse rider at present, so Wen Zheng can only check the deficiencies by himself.

"Of course, I'll send it later." Zhou Jun responded, "Is there anything else you need?"

"It's not necessary," rolled his eyes, Wen Zheng thought of something, and asked Chi:

"Brother Zhou, how long have you been at Yi's house?"

Zhou Jun replied: "It's been almost 20 years. I was originally a street gangster. I was picked up by Master Yi when I was ten years old. I became the bodyguard of the Yi family and watched the young master grow up."

"That's fine,"

After adjusting his tense shoulders, Wen Zheng coughed lightly and asked seriously:

"Aren't you going to have dinner at Yi's house tonight? What kind of people are Grandpa Yi and Mrs. Yi? What gifts do you like?"

In view of the sincerity of Yi Chengyun's performance so far, and this generous gift this morning, Wen Zheng is not so ignorant, since he bears the name of the grandson-in-law of the Yi family, he will not lose the superficial skills he should do.

It's just because he doesn't want to receive Yi Chengyun's favor in vain, not because he is grateful to him, Wen Zheng said to himself.

However, Zhou Jun thought that Wen Zheng was "a newcomer who is afraid of meeting his in-laws", so he comforted him instead:

"Master Wen, don't worry, Master Yi and Mrs. Yi are good people; besides, Master Yi has the final say on the Yi family's affairs now."

Zhou Jun was right. In fact, early this morning, Yi Chengyun hurried back to the Yi family mansion before going to work, and personally reported the marriage to Mr. Yi and his mother in advance.

Seeing his car parked at the gate, Mrs. Yi who was waiting at the window rushed out to greet him, muttering as she walked:

"How can such a big matter be dealt with first? You are getting more and more outrageous..."

Yi Chengyun only glanced at his mother, and the latter fell silent consciously. He stepped off the car indifferently, and said lightly:

"Grandpa is up?"

Yi's wife, Meng Yi, was born in a big consortium. She and Yi Chengyun's father were married in a business relationship, and the two had no relationship.Ever since she gave birth to Yi Chengyun, she let herself go and played with her husband in their own way.

However, a few years ago, Yi Chengyun's father passed away unexpectedly, and Mrs. Yi had no talent in business, so she mistrusted her natal family and almost put Yi's family on the verge of liquidation.

At that time, Yi Chengyun dropped out of university decisively and independently propped up the Yi family who was on the verge of bankruptcy, rebuilding the former empire step by step.

Now that it's hard to turn around now, it's impossible for Yi Chengyun to forget the good deeds that the Meng family has done behind their backs. The Meng family business has been suppressed to the point of death all these years, and Meng Yi is not a person on both sides, and she can't hold her head up even more in the Yi family.

"In the back garden," Mrs. Yi tried her best to maintain a stiff smile, "Mom knew you were coming back and made a big table of delicious food."

"Thank you."

After answering indifferently, Yi Chengyun strode towards the back garden, saw Grandpa Yi sitting in a wheelchair from a distance, stepped forward and said:

"Grandpa, I'm married."

"Sit down, everyone,"

Grandpa Yi is almost 90 years old, with gray hair and wrinkled face. His body is covered with a thick coral fleece blanket. Fortunately, his face is still rosy and he looks in good spirits:

"You saw the news, Wen's kid, right? Looks pretty good."

Sitting down at the table with his mother, Yi Chengyun nodded, and heard Mrs. Yi whispering:

"Wen Zheng is the second son of the Wen family. His mother is Xu Xian. She was the nurse of the deceased Mrs. Wen. She hooked up with Mr. Wen when Mrs. Wen was seriously ill. In my opinion, he is not as good as his elder brother, and he is still a popular niche. "

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sarcastic arc, Yi Chengyun's half-smile was not a smile, and his cold voice was resoundingly loud in the silent garden:

"I am the one who gets married. It is unreliable to rely on commercial marriage to maintain the family business, and I am not selling a vase to stabilize my family business."

Meng Yi's eyes turned red: "Are you still complaining about your mother? As for talking like that..."

Master Yi put his trembling hands on the table, glanced at his disappointing daughter-in-law, smoothed things over and said:

"Okay, Cheng Yun's marriage is a happy event, don't say spoiling things."

To be honest, since Yi Chengyun and Wen Zheng want to snatch the Yonghua Palace project, it is not appropriate for the two families to marry at this time.Mr. Yi was also a little worried at first, but seeing his grandson's firm attitude, he turned around and said earnestly:

"Cheng Yun, you are too, so you are also your mother. I heard Mr. He said yesterday that the children of the Wen family are very good at riding horses. What award did you just win at the beginning of the year?"

"The third place in the annual finals of the FEI Dressage World Cup."

After accurately stating the name of the award, Yi Chengyun restrained his displeasure and said calmly:

"The registration procedures have been completed. We plan to make up the wedding here in a few days. What do you think, Grandpa?"

"Great, the Yi family hasn't had a happy event for a long time since you were born."

Rubbing his cane, Grandpa Yi gave his grandson a meaningful look, nodded, squinted his eyes and said with a smile:

"I watched the press conference. That kid plans to participate in the Olympics? If this can happen, it will be of great help to Yi's image."

Yi's was founded by Grandpa Yi. At the beginning, he dared to do any business. In the generation of Yi Chengyun's father, the father and son made up their minds to wash their hands. At the same time, they vigorously supported charity, and finally succeeded in bringing the main business and the company's image on the right track.

But after all, it hasn't been many years, and it's hard to change people's fixed impression for a while. If there is an Olympic gold medalist in the family at this time, it will be different.Grandpa Yi is a realistic person, and it is precisely because of this that he likes Wen Zheng, so he does not object to his grandson's decision.

Comprehending what Grandpa meant, Yi Chengyun lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"He has this plan, and I will take care of it for him, but this matter cannot be forced, and there is no need to put pressure on him."

This is not just married, but he knows how to protect his wife, Grandpa Yi shook his head lightly, and sighed:

"Wen's house, can you handle it? Also, since there is going to be a wedding, you have to bring someone back to have a look?"

Yi Chengyun nodded and said: "Don't worry, grandpa, the hotel project is ours. Tonight, I will come back to have dinner with him."

No wonder the grandson came early in the morning to remind them. Grandpa Yi waved his hand:

"That's fine, that's fine."

The grandfather and grandson talked to each other, and they had a pleasant breakfast. Afterwards, Meng Yi sent Yi Chengyun out. Before getting into the car, she saw him stop and asked:

"Mom, how are you and that model?"

Meng Yi's face turned pale: "Why do you...?"

"I said that since Dad is gone, Grandpa and I will not interfere with your emotional life."

With one hand propped on the car door, Yi Chengyun remained expressionless, as if explaining some business:

"Leave me alone, okay?"

Desperately wanting to have a good relationship with her son when he came back, Meng Yi's heart sank to the bottom, her nose was sore:

"I know, I know, be careful on the road."

In the evening, Yi Chengyun's black Maserati parked in front of the private villa. As soon as the car door was opened, his eyes lit up:

Wen Zheng had already changed into the suit he wore for the banquet, a custom-made light gray striped jacket with black trousers, like a black diamond in a velvet box, looking handsome and bold.

That person turned his back to Xia Guang and walked towards him, Yi Chengyun couldn't see his expression clearly, but the night in the hotel couldn't help but flashed in his mind...

"what happened?"

Wen Zheng walked up to Yi Chengyun anxiously, he had been picking out this suit for a long time in the afternoon, it would not be too dignified and not too frivolous, so as not to make people find fault, he asked dryly:

"Leaving for dinner?"

Yi Chengyun stood beside the car, watching him without speaking, when his eyes fell on the top of the man's white shirt, which was partly visible inside from the unbuttoned button, his eyes sank.

"boarding."

Hearing Yi Chengyun's "command" without any emotion, Wen Zheng watched the man's face gradually darken, and swallowed the "thank you" again - the other party must think he was not pleasing to the eye, and he was still as quiet as a chicken alright.

There was no words all the way, when he saw the Yi family's mansion in the middle of the mountain, Yi Chengyun suddenly said:

"There are reporters waiting at the foot of the mountain, do you know what to do?"

Wen Zheng pursed his lips, and said perfunctorily: "Whatever, cooperate with you."

As soon as the words were finished, Wen Zheng's eyes darkened, and before he could make a sound, Yi Chengyun pressed his whole body over.