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

The sound of ocean waves, the chirping of seagulls, the sound of shaking lamps, the turbulent breathing of the two people... one after another gathered in Wen Zheng's ears.

The silky white shirt was torn, and the high-end custom-made dresses of the two were crumpled and scattered on the ground. Next to the clothes were trousers, belts, and several wet "sniper bags".

Half of the duvet fell to the ground, and Wen Zheng's hands were tied with Yi Chengyun's gray tie, which was the pattern he picked out for that person himself in the morning; A small flower spread across the sheet.

Wen Zheng was like a flat boat sailing in the thick fog, with a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, the only thing he could feel was the turbulent and tumbling waves, which swallowed him up.

At first, he scolded Yi Chengyun a lot, and almost searched out all the words he knew, until his voice became fragmented.

As soon as the tears seeped out of the corners of his eyes, they were licked clean. Wen Zheng begged for mercy, blossoming roses bloomed on his porcelain white skin, his beautiful eyes were full of tears, he raised his eyes to look at Yi Chengyun in a haze, and then Suck the corner of that person's mouth like a fawning class.

In a trance, he dreamed that when the two were in college, they camped together on the mountain to watch the meteor shower.At that time, when he saw Yi Chengyun standing by the stream washing his hands, he suddenly had bad thoughts and sneaked around behind him, intending to catch that person off guard.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he jumped out, he was discovered by Yi Chengyun. The two bumped into each other by accident, and both staggered and fell into the creek, becoming two drowned chickens.As a result, the two of them hid in the cave to dry their clothes that night. They didn't see a meteor, and they just bickered all night.

Maybe this is called stealing chickens but not losing rice...

He forgot when he fell asleep, and it wasn't until tonight that Wen Zheng discovered that Yi Chengyun used to "reserve his strength" from him, and it really hurt him to say that this person is a beast.

Wen Zheng admitted that when he found out that Yi Chengyun had drunk that kind of wine, his first reaction was mostly to gloat; the bad thing was that he only wanted to take advantage of others' danger and forgot about the physical difference between the two of them.

However, when Wen Zheng woke up, the soreness on his body miraculously subsided, and the shoulders, back and other places were cool, with a faint, pleasant herbal smell.

The room was originally a mess, and it seemed that he didn't know when it would be cleaned up, but he was lying in Yi Chengyun's arms, soft and warm, just like countless mornings when he woke up at home.

Yi Chengyun's forehead was pressed against his forehead, his eyes were closed tightly, and his slender eyelashes were like natural eyeliner; when the man fell asleep, he was as quiet as a Greek statue. Shadows, deep facial features look more three-dimensional.

Wen Zheng held his breath, raised his hand, and his fingertips slid down from the corners of Yi Chengyun's eyes little by little, and landed on the man's tight lips; when this man was silent, he was really calm and pretentious. His aura, he thought so, who knew that in private, he was actually as naive as a three-year-old child.

I don't know if it was because of the unknown medicinal wine last night, Yi Chengyun seemed to be a different person, and he liked to say those pretentious words more than before in in-depth exchanges, such as "I like you" and "I won't let you go".If Wen Zheng hadn't been so tormented by him at that time, he would have recorded it with his mobile phone, and played it to him every day as black history.

Thinking of this, Wen Zheng suddenly thought of playing a prank, and with a force of his hand, he pinched Yi Chengyun's sleeping face.

Unexpectedly, Yi Chengyun just frowned, subconsciously held his hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, and said vaguely:

Can we continue?I'm afraid you'll faint.

Wen Zheng: If it lasts too long, the disease will be cured... Wait, you fainted!

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone on the table broke the silence in the room, Wen Zheng was about to withdraw his hand, as if he felt something, when he raised his eyes, he met Yi Chengyun's dark eyes.

"sorry."

Opening his eyes suddenly, Wen Zheng thought that there was something wrong with his ears, he didn't know how to react for a while, and heard him say:

"Are there any discomforts?"

Yi Chengyun immediately regretted it, regretted it very much.His plan was not like this, and he had arranged it early when boarding the boat: he planned to have a dance with Wen Zheng in the music hall first, then he might enjoy another performance, finish with a candlelight dinner, and start the morning with watching dolphins on the balcony... …

Now there is nothing.

He more or less knew what Wen Zheng was up to last night, at first he just wanted to scare that person.But when the two fell on the quilt, in Yi Chengyun's eyes, only Wen Zheng was staring at him blankly, his black pearl-like eyes glistening with water, and his two pink rose-like lips parted slightly, like After graciously inviting him to pick it...the subsequent development is the same as the first time the two accidentally misfired.

"I'll take you to the hot spring."

Didn't hear Wen Zheng's answer, within Yi Chengyun's expectation, he guessed that the other party should still be angry, so he lifted the quilt and wanted to hug the man horizontally.Unexpectedly, Wen Zheng held his arm weakly, and his tone sounded inexplicably aggrieved, but it was not the vigilance he imagined:

"I'm really weak, and I'm leaving at noon."

With a heartbeat, Yi Chengyun Jian Wenzheng grabbed his hand with one hand, and hugged the quilt in front of him with the other. There were plum blossom buds of different shades exposed on the parts of his body that could not be blocked, which made him choke his breath.

"I just want you to take a bath and feel better."

Forcing himself to look away, Yi Chengyun took a few deep breaths and collected himself.

Knowing later that he would make a mistake, Wen Zheng blushed quickly across his face, and raised his voice on purpose: "Then don't hurry up."

In the private hot spring in the suite, Wen Zheng's usual milk and lavender bath salts had been prepared. Yi Chengyun gently put the person into the warm spring water. Just as he was about to turn around, he was suddenly splashed with water from behind.

"Don't act like you're okay, what do you mean by sorry?" He turned around in doubt and heard Wen Zheng ask.

"Last night," Yi Chengyun coughed lowly, half-closed by the pool, looking at Wen Zheng quietly: "I couldn't control it."

Wen Zheng's heart trembled, and he looked up at him, Yi Chengyun slightly lowered his eyes, a shadow fell on his handsome face, he was too serious to be joking.

"It's good to know." Lying in the pool with half-closed eyes, Wen Zheng rolled his eyes, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Talking is not enough, there must be action."

But when Yi Chengyun wanted to ask him what he meant, he waved his hand: "Go and change your clothes first, and I'll think about it later, how should I punish you?"

Yi Chengyun: ...

The bathroom door was closed, and Wen Zheng slid into the water, spitting out a few bubbles: Could it be that the alcohol is not over?This man looks so abnormal.

Anyway, it seemed quite novel, Wen Zheng had a comfortable massage bath and put on a bathrobe.

Walking out of the bathroom, Wen Zheng saw Yi Chengyun sitting at the table. The man was only wearing the simplest black trousers and white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He was just as casual as at home. With his open collar, he could see With the distinct vest line, Wen Zheng's Adam's apple couldn't help sliding twice.

"Eat..." Before he could finish the word breakfast, Yi Chengyun saw that Wen Zheng sat down next to him, put one hand on his shoulder, and said in a drawn-out voice against his ear: "No strength."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zheng propped his chin with one hand, didn't even bother to cover up the slyness in his eyes, and blinked a single eye:

"Can I ask Mr. Yi to help me cut the breakfast?"

Yi Chengyun stared at him, without thinking, said in a deep voice: "Okay."

Then Yi Chengyun did another thing that Wen Zheng didn't expect, he carefully handed the cut toast to Wen Zheng's mouth, Jian Wenzheng had a dumbfounded expression, and said calmly:

"It's not that you don't have strength, I'll feed you."

Opening his mouth in a daze, Wen Zheng looked directly into his eyes from a close distance, without a trace of teasing, it was as warm as the hot spring water just now, making people feel hot.

Originally, I just wanted to make a joke with Yi Chengyun, but I didn't expect that the other party would actually come for it.

"jam."

Yi Chengyun's voice interrupted Wen Zheng's desertion. He belatedly wanted to pick up the napkin on the table, but he didn't expect Yi Chengyun to hold his hand with one hand, and then his eyes darkened, and Yi Chengyun leaned over Before, he licked away a drop of strawberry jam from the corner of his mouth.

His whole body was struck by lightning, Wen Zheng stared blankly at Yi Chengyun's face enlarged in front of his eyes, and then there was a warm and soft touch from the corner of his mouth.

"You..." Wen Zheng felt his heart beating so fast that it was about to stop. He didn't know if Yi Chengyun was enlightened today, or it was the help of alcohol. The combination of gentleness and force was perfect, and he was almost powerless to fight back.

"Ding dong."

The doorbell rang suddenly, causing the two people who were staring at each other to pause. It was the dresses that the waiters had brought to them.

The shirts are definitely no longer wearable, but fortunately they all brought replacements, Yi Chengyun put on the coat for Wen Zheng, and heard him complain:

"I quite like that shirt."

"Next time, order a few more pieces."

It was originally given to you just to get off your body, so Yi Chengyun naturally didn't say this sentence.He seemed to have remembered something, took out a small antique gift box from his briefcase, and walked up to Wen Zheng:

"I planned to give it to you yesterday."

"What is it?" Wen Zheng took it curiously, the fresh sandalwood was refreshing, he opened it gently, his eyes brightened:

In the soft black brocade, a gleaming silver feather lies quietly in the box, with lifelike carved lines, as if it will float up with a slight blow.

When Yi Chengyun saw this pendant for the first time, he couldn't help but think of Wen Zheng riding on horseback in his mind, soft and quiet, light and elegant.

"If you don't mind, can I bring it for you?"

When Wen Zheng opened the box, Yi Chengyun kept looking at his expression, seeing his eyes, unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief.

Gently stroking the surface of the feather with his fingertips, Wen Zheng secretly marveled at the smooth and delicate touch, saying that it is not an exaggeration to say that it can be faked, he nodded slightly, and turned around.

He stood in front of the mirror and looked at Yi Chengyun behind him. The man twisted up the necklace with both hands, with a solemn expression, as if he was holding some pious ceremony.

The skin on Wen Zheng's neck is very tender. When he gently opened his collar, Yi Chengyun almost didn't hold on to the silver-white necklace and the rose-colored traces from last night. Feeling the tremor coming from Wen Zheng's body makes people feel distracted.

It's a pity that time didn't allow, Yi Chengyun let go of his hand, as if hiding his regret:

"There is one last small meeting to be held when we get off the ship."

Wen Zheng hadn't recovered from the numbness on his neck just now, he looked away from the mirror, nodded to him, and said awkwardly:

"You go to work, I want to walk alone."

"Isn't this Wen Zheng?"

Just stepped on the deck, Wen Zheng heard a familiar voice, turned around in surprise:

"It's you?!"

The young man in a suit and leather shoes behind him held a foreign female companion with exquisite makeup and opened his hand to him:

"Long time no see. I heard the news that you and Yi Chengyun got married, but I haven't had time to congratulate you personally."

The young man's name is Zhang Yu, and he is Wen Zheng's college classmate and one of his friends when he was studying. Unfortunately, upon graduation, Zhang Yu was sent by his family to Africa for training.

Zhang Yu asked his girlfriend to go aside, and La Wenzheng sat down at the bar, ordered two glasses of cocktails, and asked in a low voice:

"By the way, I wanted to ask you a long time ago, are you serious with Yi Chengyun, or are you planning some big news?"

Wen Zheng didn't react for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"Stop pretending." Zhang Yu smiled and shook his head, turned on the phone to show him, trying to see some clues from his face:

"Our class is starting the detainment. Are you and Yi Chengyun acting or are you acting fake?"

Wen Zheng leaned over to take a look, and asked casually, "What's the current odds? If you don't play with me, you still expect me to reveal inside information?!"

"Most people are betting on you because you have finally achieved a positive result." Zhang Yu was a gossip pioneer when he was a student, and analyzed with him enthusiastically:

"You also know that when you were in college, there were many rumors that you were fighting on stage and kissing behind the stage."

After Wen Zheng gave him a sharp look, Zhang Yu waved his hand and continued:

"However, the few of us also remember that you played Yi Chengyun badly in your sophomore year. It seemed to be White Valentine's Day, just like today. At that time, the two of you got married."

Wen Zheng's heart sank: It wasn't an old classmate who mentioned it, he really doesn't remember.

"Having said so much, can you tell my brother something?" Zhang Yu thumped his arm, full of expectation:

"The share will not treat you badly!"

"Of course it depends on my mood," Wen Zheng managed to maintain a smile on his face, took a sip of wine, and pretended to be chic:

"Anyway, if you want him to serve you well, let's make do with it, and dump him if you don't like it someday."

"As expected of you." Zhang Yu was about to clink glasses with him, but out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught sight of the person behind Wen Zheng, shook his hand, and stammered:

"Isn't this Mr. Yi? Long time no see, do you remember me?"

Stiff like a rusty puppet, Wen Zheng didn't know how long Yi Chengyun had been standing there, swallowed, and said guiltily:

"Have you finished the meeting?"

Nodding expressionlessly, Yi Chengyun stepped forward, stopped beside Wen Zheng, and extended his hand politely to Zhang Yu: "I remember, long time no see."

Having spent the entire university with these two people, Zhang Yu keenly noticed the abnormality in the air. Experience told him that it would be too late if he didn't leave at this time, so he immediately squeezed out a formulaic smile:

"My girlfriend is still waiting for me over there, don't disturb the world of the two of you."

Wen Zheng: ...

"The driver will take you to the airport later," Yi Chengyun said first, took the wine from Wen Zheng's hand, and drank it all:

"I'll be back in the afternoon."

How could it become like this again?

After the two got off the boat, Yi Chengyun went straight to the London branch, while Wen Zheng was on his way to the airport, thinking about the embarrassing scene just now in front of the bar.

They were all fine in the morning, will Yi Chengyun remember what happened back then? Wen Zheng has a headache:

In the past, there were various reasons why they could not be together after many years.

It was White Valentine's Day. On the night of Valentine's Day the previous month, Wen Zheng boldly presented 99 red roses to Yi Chengyun, the then chairman of the student union, on the school's public display screen, expressing his love to him:

"All along, I find fault with you because I like you."

He remembered that Yi Chengyun's complexion was very delicate at that time, but he reluctantly accepted the flowers because he was hindering the live broadcast, and did not respond.

This was only the first step, Wen Zheng was not someone who gave up at will, he pestered Yi Chengyun a lot at the end of that month, brought him breakfast, accompanied him to lunch, attended classes together, and carefully waited for someone to set him up.

He planned to invite Yi Chengyun out on White Valentine's Day, call a bunch of people to watch, and in a place where only the two of them should know, he would release unsuitable movies loudly, so that the whole school would know about the good student Yi Chengyun's special hobbies .

I don't know where the plan went wrong, the video actually turned into a video of the two riding in high school, and when Yi Chengyun arrived, he was holding a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. Respond to his confession.

He forgot how to finish it in the end. Anyway, when he found out that the movie was wrong, he was instinctively afraid, and the soles of his feet got oily.

If Yi Chengyun was serious then...

Wen Zheng covered his face with his hands, and he remembered a small incident. A few days after that time, he was blocked by Yi Chengyun in the corridor after class, and the man asked him with a livid face:

"The past is wiped out, and we will be passers-by in the future. Are you satisfied?"

During the long hours on the plane, Wen Zheng barely closed his eyes. He unconsciously rubbed the pendant that Yi Chengyun gave him in the morning. That person seemed to be returning on his next plane. I wonder if we can meet again today?

When he returned to the villa, Yi Chengyun heard Zhou Jun say that Wen Zheng was in the kitchen, and for a moment thought he had heard wrong.In my impression, Wen Zheng always claimed to cook.It's all about trying to give him something weird.

Asking the butler to keep quiet, Yi Chengyun walked lightly into the kitchen.There were several plates and two or three sets of heart-shaped molds in front of Wen Zheng, and inside was a pile of dark things that could not be seen.

"It seems the taste is right." Wen Zheng didn't notice that he was approaching, dipped some chocolate from the plate in front of him, licked it, and said to himself: "I don't know if it's too late."

"I thought you were already asleep." Wen Zheng was still living from behind, Yi Chengyun grabbed his hand, smelled the strong aroma of wine on his hand, and said unexpectedly: "What are you doing?"

Startled by him, Wen Zheng didn't have time to cover what was in front of him, so he reluctantly said:

"Why don't you say anything when you come back, sneaking around like a thief?"

"Aren't you going to train tomorrow?" With his head resting on Wen Zheng's shoulder, Yi Chengyun turned his head to look at him, and saw at a glance that the man's fair face was probably smeared with brown chocolate by himself, as if he had just dug it out. Coal white cat.

"Speaking of which, it doesn't seem to be 12 o'clock yet."

Taking off his gloves, Wen Zheng put the poured mold into the refrigerator, and slowly moved it in front of Yi Chengyun:

"Small games still count?"

"Forget it." Yi Chengyun stared at the chocolate rubbed on his face, and suppressed a smile.

"Did you hear Zhang Yu's words today?" Standing beside him, Wen Zheng stared at his toes and asked in a low voice:

"You didn't really want to respond to my confession that time, did you?"

A suffocating silence suddenly spread in the room.

Until Wen Zheng thought that Yi Chengyun would find a reason to avoid this question, he heard the man answer in a low voice: "Yes".

"That, that..." There was a blank in his mind, Wen Zheng clenched his fists, and there was a thin pain in his chest:

"After that, what did you think?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Wen Zheng wanted to bite off his tongue. What kind of stupid question is this?

If it was him himself, he would be forced to confess publicly first, and the result was just to play him. He was afraid that he would peel and eat the other party, and he would be blacked out in the world forever.

"This is the second question." Pressing his broad palm on his head, Yi Chengyun stared at him with a half-smile, and said lightly:

"But I can answer it together for tomorrow's sake. The next day I will start to check foreign schools and plan to transfer within a month."

Wen Zheng was speechless for a moment, Yi Chengyun rubbed his hair, and slowed down his tone:

"Then changed my mind."

Like this kind of feeling, can only be willing to admit defeat.

This was the only thing Yi Chengyun learned from that prank. He had been with Wen Zheng for three years in high school and college, how could he not see the little tricks that person played?

But that month, he saw Wen Zheng waiting for him at the school gate every morning, running towards him with a bright face; during class, Wen Zheng lay beside him, looked at him with wet eyes, and asked softly: Really? Don't like me?

His defense fell apart in an instant.

Even when he discovered Wen Zheng's prank, he still wanted to gamble wishfully. What if Wen Zheng had a glimmer of hope to change his mind after hearing his confession?

"Why did you change your mind?" Wen Zheng was dumbfounded when he heard it, and he thought hard for a long time. He couldn't remember any other good things he did in college besides trying to trick Yi Chengyun.

"Think for yourself." Wiping the half-dried chocolate off his face with his hands, Yi Chengyun put it in his mouth, implying: "It's so sweet."

"Don't tell me why it's dirty." Wen Zheng touched his face with his hand, pushed him, and said casually:

"I'm sleepy, it's time to take a shower, you come with me."

There was a loud "bang" in Yi Chengyun's mind:? !

As promised, the two entered the bathroom, Wen Zheng took off his clothes carelessly, got into the bathtub comfortably, and called Yi Chengyun to come in quickly:

"Sitting on a plane for dozens of hours, I'm exhausted, it's better at home."

"Yeah." Seeing the snacks and juices placed by the bathtub, Yi Chengyun was speechless: he really thought too much.

"I forgot to tell you something this morning,"

Seeing Yi Chengyun sitting down opposite him, Wen Zheng's expression seemed to ease a lot, and he spoke while the iron was hot:

"Last night, Qin Zhong proposed to cooperate with me internally and externally to keep Yi's secrets. I want to agree to him."

Half-opening his hands to enjoy the water massage, Yi Chengyun slowly opened his eyes and looked at him without speaking.

After getting along with each other for a while, Wen Zheng understood his disapproval at a glance, and explained:

"I heard that the Qin family didn't get much benefit after the Wen family's downfall. They are jealous of the Yi family's monopoly on the hotel project. Maybe they will do it sooner or later. By the way, I want to find an opportunity to teach Qin Zhong a lesson.

The ostensible reason is this. In fact, Wen Zheng still has a little selfishness, but he doesn't want to tell Yi Chengyun.

"You hate Qin Zhong, and so do I." Yi Chengyun got closer, stretched out his hand to lift his bangs, and fixedly looked at him:

"It's okay to clean him up, but I don't want to do it this way."

Wen Zheng was not convinced: "Why?"

"Because he's staring at you," Yi Chengyun frowned, his fingertips slowly slid across Wen Zheng's face, and sighed softly:

"There's no need to risk your life."

The water vapor keeps rising, and condenses into crystal clear water droplets on Wen Zheng's eyelashes, deer-like eyes are rippling with water, and the thin pale pink lips are like peaches wet by mist, tender and juicy, inviting Cheng Yun went up to take a bite.

But Wen Zheng didn't have the slightest sense of crisis, instead he rubbed his face against his hand and muttered softly:

"I'll be careful."

"To deal with the Qin family, we must think long-term and don't act rashly."

Not wanting Wen Zheng to get involved in these matters, Yi Chengyun calmly changed the subject:

"Still tired? Help you press?"

"really?"

As if hearing some rare news, Wen Zheng turned around and half-lyed on the edge of the bath, not forgetting to say triumphantly:

"I didn't expect Mr. Yi to be so versatile, can he do this?"

"Thank you." Not paying attention to his teasing, Yi Chengyun put his hands on his shoulders, and couldn't help taking a breath:

In the hazy water vapor, faintly visible, Wen Zheng's stretched back line, from the butterfly bone down, is strong and fit.

The bathroom was very quiet, with only the slight sound of running water.

"I didn't ask just now," Yi Chengyun adjusted his breathing, and slowly slid his hand down into the water:

"If I didn't let you run away at that time, would you be willing to start with me?"

The author has something to say: Sorry, I was in a bad state before, so I won’t cheat

感谢在2020-03-1021:00:45~2020-03-1914:50:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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