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

Wen Zheng's shoulders trembled, and he silently lowered his head. If he told the truth...would it be worse than then?

"Maybe I will pretend to accept it and dump you the next day."

In fact, Wen Zheng really thought about doing this at the time, but seeing Yi Chengyun's attitude became more and more serious day by day, he became more and more afraid for no reason, and even wanted to tell that person the truth several times, and said in a muffled voice:

"Besides, even if it started in college, we will definitely break up soon."

Yi Chengyun's hands paused, and his tone was obviously lost: "Why?"

"You have a bad temper, like a proud fighting cock." After saying that, Wen Zheng felt a little guilty, and added: "At that time, you will fight every day."

No one made a sound for a while, and after a while, Yi Chengyun sighed softly: "Maybe you are right."

Opening his mouth wide in surprise, Wen Zhengben was waiting for the other party to say "Aren't you too", when he was about to turn around, he heard the hoarse voice of the person behind him asking:

"Are you still sore?"

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the two of them would rub each other underwater from time to time, Yi Chengyun's breath was right next to his ears, Wen Zheng's ears were burning, he thought he was used to that person's touch, but it was not the case .

Yi Chengyun's palms are thick and warm. Due to boxing training, there are calluses of different thicknesses on the tiger's mouth and joints; the five fingers are long and strong, with well-defined joints, along the line of Wen Zheng's back, like kneading dough, whether light or heavy; Where his hand passed, it seemed like a tiny electric current, flowing to the whole body in waves.

Blushing abnormally, Wen Zheng squeezed his lips tightly, fearing that if he opened his mouth, something might be revealed.

Even though there is only sweet milk fragrance in the bathtub, Wen Zheng seems to have drank a few mouthfuls of spirits. He is like butter melted in the hot air. He closes his eyes unconsciously, letting the hands behind him lead him into the unknown...

The warm sun shines on the quilt, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant outside the window. The spring morning is warm and vibrant.

Stretching out his hand from under the quilt to press the alarm, Yi Chengyun propped himself up, although he was careful enough, it seemed that he had disturbed the person hanging on him.Wen Zheng pawed at him like a koala, murmured twice while half asleep, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with the ringtone, and subconsciously buried his head in the warm place that made him feel comfortable and safe.

Rubbing Wen Zheng's hair helplessly, Yi Chengyun sat up slowly, raised his hand and poked his face: "Don't stay in bed."

Last night, he carried Wen Zheng out of the bathroom and put him on the soft quilt. The man wrapped his arms around him, his black eyes were misty, and in the silent night, Wen Zheng's voice seemed to be as hazy as mist:

"What do you like about me?"

"Little idiot." Yi Chengyun's heart twitched, he tightened his hands, and gently covered his mouth with his lips...

"If you don't get up again, you will be late for training."

Gently wrapping Wen Zheng with a quilt, Yi Chengyun tried his best to control his gaze not to look randomly. The morning was originally a time for "impulsiveness", and since the two of them had nothing to do at night, they would "relax" recently, and they gradually got used to it. Sleeping in pajamas, and even waking up in the morning to seize the moment to "bond":

"Don't go to bed late next time."

Too lazy to open his eyes, Wen Zheng obediently raised his hand, asked Yi Chengyun to help him put on his home clothes, and retorted vaguely:

"Jet lag is not called staying in bed."

Reluctantly standing up, Wen Zheng rubbed his eyes, and when he turned around, he saw that Yi Chengyun was already changing clothes, and there were two or three light red marks on the man's strong back muscles, which were almost invisible.

In fact, apart from drinking fake wine (?) and the first time, Yi Chengyun has always taken care of him in that respect, especially in the past few days, when the Asia-Pacific preliminaries are approaching, that person's restraint at night is particularly obvious.

Although Wen Zheng knew in his heart that this was his thoughtfulness, it was like eating hot pot and barbecue and suddenly switching to vegetable and meat soup, which was a bit too bland.

While moving his arms, he went to the bathroom with his slippers in his hands to wash up. Wen Zheng raised his eyes and saw that the top cabinet, which was usually empty, seemed to be full.

Taking a sneak peek outside the door, Wen Zheng held his breath, and turned the contents inside like a thief. It was wrapped tightly in a black silk bag. When he took out a box inside, he didn't know the shape just by looking at it. , until you read the instructions that came with the box...

"What's wrong?" Hearing the noise from the bathroom, Yi Chengyun knocked on the door, and asked concerned: "Did you hit it?"

Picking up the "toys" scattered on the ground in a hurry, Wen Zheng shouted "it's okay" perfunctorily, and at the same time, a resentment rose in his heart:

I bought everything, why not use it? !

After a pause in his hands, Wen Zheng was stunned by his own brain: God, what am I thinking? !

The weather was fine this morning, and housekeeper Zhou Jun specially changed the place where the two had breakfast to the front of the garden. The sunlight hit the clean glass, reflecting a circle of silver light.Wen Zheng looked at Zeus who was running wildly on the grass, so calm and unreal, he said naturally:

"Let's talk less about the past in the future, shall we?"

Yi Chengyun put down the coffee in his hand, looked up at him, didn't ask any further questions, and simply replied: "Okay."

Hearing his straightforward answer, Wen Zheng turned his head in surprise, and asked uncertainly, "Don't you want to know why?"

"Is that important?"

Yi Chengyun took the Frisbee brought by Zeus and threw it out forcefully, still in that calm tone:

"I thought you'd never tell."

Wen Zheng lowered his eyes and was about to say something when two messages popped up on his phone:

One is "Marriage between Fan and Li", and the other is "Wen Qi sadly bids farewell to the entertainment industry".

"How could it be?" Wen Zheng blurted out, "Hasn't Fan Rui always been devoted to Wen Qi?"

A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, Yi Chengyun closed the computer, and said lightly:

"The other party hooks up again and again, no matter how deep the relationship is, it will be exhausted."

"Really?" Wen Zheng put his chin in one hand and asked him with a half-smile: "How many times can Yi always accept it?"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Zheng keenly caught the vigilance in his eyes, his back felt cold, and stammered to add:

"Say, just kidding."

"0 times." Yi Chengyun looked at him fixedly, and although he wasn't angry at all, he said firmly, "And you won't have this chance."

Wen Zheng: hum

After breakfast, Yi Chengyun set off for the company as usual, Wen Zheng slipped back into the bedroom, closed the door, first put all the "toys" in the bathroom on the table; then when he was about to find out the toy book that Tan Si gave him for comparison, It turned out that the booklet was missing from the drawer.

"What's there to hide?!"

Couldn't help complaining in his heart, Wen Zhenghuan raised his hands, and walked around the bedroom slowly, precisely locking the gap between the bookcase and the wall:

"really……"

The illustrated book was put in a plain black file folder, and it thought it was concealed between two real estate advertisements. Even if he changed from a high school student to a president, Yi Chengyun's skills in hiding little yellow books were still so clumsy.

The pages are as clean as new, without a single wrinkle, just stick notes of different colors according to the step-by-step usage method of each toy.

Everything is ready, only the evaluation is needed.

Putting the things back in place calmly, Wen Zheng opened the video call with Tan Si on the way to the racecourse:

"When did you tell Yi Chengyun that, cough cough."

"Isn't it?" Tan Si covered his forehead, made a "God" expression, and said sharply:

"You haven't used it yet, hurry up and open the new world!"

"If, just hypothetically, I want to hint him, what should I do?"

Looking left and right to see how few people were on the road, Wen Zheng decided to go all out, and asked in a low voice:

"Also, there will be a competition in two days, do you need to pave the way before that?"

"I forgot that you are getting married directly and skipping the intermediate process, but it doesn't matter, you can start making up lessons now."

His eyes lit up, and Tan Si thought that his mother's single friend was finally going to get enlightened, so he regained his energy:

"Start by sending messages every day, you can't imagine the happiness of a young couple."

Why do you send messages when you meet every day?Wen Zheng thought hard for half a moment and couldn't find a solution, so he had to lower his face and ask:

"What do you want to send the message?"

Tan Si replied without thinking: "What are you doing?"

Wen Zheng was puzzled: "Do I need to ask this? He works in the company, and I train at the horse farm."

Tan Si: ...

"I'm not asking you to check posts. The point of dating is to share and communicate."

Shaking his head like an old mother, Tan Si showed a wry smile, wishing he could fly to him and teach him:

"For example, I received a new order today. When I was looking for inspiration, I would wonder if my boyfriend could try this style; or when I saw the new design, I ordered a couple outfit when I realized it; Tell him he was satisfied last night...I'm just giving an example, come on."

How can I look like a girl who has a crush on him, Wen Zheng thought to himself, and said casually: "I will try my best."

However, when he arrived at the racecourse, he turned on his phone and slid to Yi Chengyun's name, staring at the blank screen in a daze:

He didn't know Yi Chengyun's arrangement in the company, what if he was busy?What should I say?

The training in the morning went better than Wen Zheng expected. Currently, Wen Zheng mainly trains four horses, one of which is his favorite horse "Jelly" who has been with him for several years, and the other two are "Saval Horse" given to him by Yi Chengyun. "Duo" and "Martha", and the remaining horse is "Tang Minghuang" belonging to the rich man of Huaguo. According to the plan, he is expected to let at least two of them pass the preliminaries.

On the way to lead the horse back to the stable, Wen Zheng turned on his phone anxiously. At the top of the dialog box was the message he sent to Yi Chengyun in the morning, a small video of Salvador shaking his head. In the video, he asked Aiju:

"Do you remember who the master is? Do you miss him?"

The Frisian horse in the picture not only seems to understand what he said, but also nods up and down briskly, and flicks its long black hair back and forth when it steps on its hoof, like a child acting like a spoiled child.

Below is Yi Chengyun's reply less than 3 minutes later: "Tell him I will go see him."

Attached is a picture of the president's office. Although the president himself did not appear on the scene, Wen Zheng still saw the silhouette reflected on the computer screen at a glance.

Wen Zheng took a photo of kissing the horse's forehead, and replied to Yi Chengyun: "He said he was very happy."

Yi Chengyun: Training is over?What are you doing

Wen Zheng: It’s just over, let’s take a bath for Salvador and Jelly, how about you?

Yi Chengyun: Look at the report, we have a meeting later.Do you personally bathe them every day?

Wen Zheng: Yes, you have to take them for a walk, comb their hair and braid their hair, you can’t just ride them every time you come, otherwise the horse will be disgusted, and you will subconsciously think: That person who can only order me is here again: (

Yi Chengyun: I remember you said, just like people.

Wen Zheng: That’s right, and the newly built simulation arena was completed yesterday, and I’m going to take the horses to familiarize themselves with the venue in the afternoon...

"Is there anything good? Looking at the phone and giggling while walking?"

Hearing Pei Siyu's voice, Wen Zheng suddenly realized that he was only looking at his phone, with the reins wrapped around his hands, and he was being walked all the way back to the stable by the horse. Fortunately, Salvaldo knew the way, so he didn't trip or hit him.

Before he could answer, Pei Siyu took a closer look, and suddenly revealed a clear look: "Seize the opportunity to be Qingqing me?"

"No!"

Reluctant to put away the phone, Wen Zheng felt amused, he didn't expect that there would be so many things he wanted to say to Yi Chengyun, but he thought the two of them would be cold, so he asked Pei Siyu casually:

"Did you have fun in Monaco?"

"That's right, Chu Yang took me to play racing. Recently, I called him a racing driver."

After helping Wen Zheng to settle the two racehorses, Pei Siyu walked with him to the restaurant for dinner and winked at him:

"By the way, will you give Mr. Yi an exclusive alias?"

"Alias?" Wen Zheng rolled his eyes, he didn't seem to have given Yi Chengyun an exclusive nickname, Great Demon King?Dressed beast?President Yi?Facial paralysis?Zeus' father?Do these count?

It would be great if there was a zero-based love teaching class, Wen Zheng and Pei Siyu sat down in the restaurant, thinking so.

After receiving the lunch photo from Wen Zheng, with the postscript "Are you envious", Yi Chengyun returned a picture of coffee on the table without hesitation, and just after typing the reply, the secretary sent a message:

"Boss Yi, Miss Natalie is here."

The corners of his mouth that had just been raised gradually fell, and he added "something urgent, I can't reply in time, good appetite" at the end of Wen Zheng's message, and then he put on his coat and walked out of the office with a blank expression.

"I don't mind taking two orders at the same time, don't you really think about it?"

Sitting by the window of a cafe in the central business district where people come and go, there is a graceful "lady" with long blond wavy hair, lazily supporting her head with one hand, and tapping rhythmically with pale fingers on the other hand. On the table, a pair of attractive fox eyes sized up Yi Chengyun who was sitting opposite, slowly licked his bright red lips, blinked and said softly:

"In your position, with such a good figure, every time I see you, I want to strip you naked."

"If you still want your hand, better not do it."

Taking out a handkerchief-sized, delicate velvet gift box from his suit jacket, Yi Chengyun pushed the box to the opposite side of the table, and said coldly:

"Deposit."

"Oh my god!"

Exaggeratedly widening his eyes, the man called Natalie rubbed the surface of the box with his fingertips, only to hear a soft "pop", he covered his heart with one hand, and carefully wiped the edge of the thick black eyeliner with his fingertips, sounding Audio and video can pinch water:

"I am so happy for such an expensive gift."

In the center of the box, a diamond the size of an egg is surrounded by pure black silk, which is dazzling; when Natalie gently picked up a corner of the silk and touched the chip underneath, her eyes were full of brilliance, and when she looked at Yi Chengyun, her eyes flickered , smiling even more charmingly:

"It's worth a body promise."

As soon as he finished speaking, he boldly raised his toes and stretched out his hand to Yi Chengyun, but suddenly let out a suppressed scream:

"what!"

The lotus root-like wrist was twisted into a strange arc, which happened to be blocked by the decorations on the table. No one knew what Natalie was suffering from.

Staring at the heavily made-up face without changing his face, from pink to pale, Yi Chengyun counted the time, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"I warned you just now."

"call."

As soon as he let go of his hand, Natalie almost fell down on the table, angrily hid the fear in her eyes, raised her head and forced out a frivolous smile:

"If your little sweetheart knows that you are so ignorant of compassion, what will he think?"

After putting down the bill money on the table, Yi Chengyun stood up and looked down at him with a half-smile:

"up to you."

Since he became a dressage rider at the age of 16, Wen Zheng had the honor to participate in two Olympic qualifiers with his mentor. The closest to the Olympics was four years ago, when he brought his favorite horse Sunflower, but unfortunately, it was only one point behind. Tickets can be obtained.

When leading Salvador into the simulated arena, Wen Zheng took a deep breath and looked at the horses beside him: Although he had only participated in a few official competitions, Salvador was not nervous at all, and turned his head to bite off a fake flower from the edge of the fence , chewing on his own.

Wen Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took off the fake flower in its mouth. Don't look at the pony now, this Frisian horse is more independent and stable than the horses he trained in the past, and can always sense the slightest emotional changes in him. Surprised him with a reaction.

When he got on the horse, Wen Zheng had a flash of inspiration: Isn't this a copy of Yi Chengyun's character?

"Was he very strict with you when you were young?"

Stirring the pony's black mane sympathetically, Wen Zheng leaned over and winked at it, cheering in a low voice:

"It's okay, I'm just like you."

Riding Salvador, Wen Zheng first jogged a few laps along the outside of the arena, and was not in a hurry to enter; just like a human being, there is a process from scratch for a horse to enter the state, which requires both parties to adapt patiently.

The Olympic equestrian dressage competition is divided into three rounds. The first two rounds of display movements are stipulated by the International Equestrian Federation. The first round is a 5:40 Grand Prix subject. This round is a team competition and an individual competition; The 25 contestants enter the next round - the 7-minute special subject of the Grand Prix; in the end, only the top [-] contestants with scores in the two rounds will have the opportunity to show the most exciting part of dressage - the optional subject of the Grand Prix, namely The soundtrack is free to perform.

Wen Zheng wasn't worried about the first two rounds, but the musician Miss Xue who helped Yi Chengyun set up the line before, euphemistically urged him to set a combination of optional subjects two days ago, so that she could start composing music.Wen Zheng returned to her as soon as possible, but up to now, he still hasn't received the favor of the goddess of inspiration.

"How will you be here?"

When Wen Zheng caught sight of the person sitting in the "audience seat", Salvador almost immediately understood his thoughts, and walked slowly towards that person, while he held the rein and pretended to ask casually:

"Is the company busy this afternoon?"

"You said he missed me, so I came to see him."

Stretching out his hand through the guardrail, Yi Chengyun touched Salvador's forehead, and looked at Wen Zheng with piercing eyes:

"Besides, I'm interested in the new arena."

Just have nothing to do with me?Wen Zheng turned his head away in a fit of anger, but he couldn't help but curl his eyebrows and eyes, pretending to be angry and saying:

"I'm not here for anyone to enter."

Yi Chengyun raised his eyebrows: "Could it be, are you nervous?"

"how is this possible!"

Patting Salvador's neck, Wen Zheng raised his head and drove his horse into the arena.

I don't know if it's because the owner came to watch, but Salvador's mood obviously became high. He changed steps two beats faster than during training, and he missed several moves in excitement.

"Are you treating this differently?"

Amused in his heart, Wen Zheng calmed down his mood, lightly pulled the secondary rein with his fingertips, and conveyed a message to the horse with body language:

"Run well."

In the huge arena, only the crisp sound of horse hooves echoed, and Yi Chengyun stared intently at Wen Zheng who was concentrating on running:

His eyes are clean and firm, his black riding uniform makes his skin fairer, and his well-tailored breeches protrude from his waist and slender legs. He is a free-spirited and vigorous knight, moving forward with courage.

"how?"

Still feeling unfulfilled, he jumped off the horse, Wen Zheng walked towards Yi Chengyun who was waiting for him at the exit, and asked the only "spectator":

"Which one do you think looks better?"

"In the middle, the sprint part, and the back turn part."

Putting his arm around Wen Zheng's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, Yi Chengyun opened the mobile phone video he just took, but his eyes were only on Wen Zheng:

"Reminds me of that waltz at our wedding."

Wen Zheng was stunned for a moment, the scene captured in the screen happened to be him looking at Yi Chengyun, his eyes lit up suddenly, and Salvador ran up happily the next moment, the man and the horse seemed to be ignited by something.

"That's it." Wen Zheng suddenly had an epiphany, he held Yi Chengyun's hand holding the phone, and said incoherently: "Give me this video."

The key to scoring equestrian events lies in the flexibility, coordination and tacit cooperation of horses and horses. It sounds complicated, but there is actually a simple criterion for judging it—naturalness.

In the arena just now, Wen Zheng didn't specifically instruct the horses what actions they had to complete, it was all based on feeling, what they lacked was a little spark.

Pretending to take away the phone, Yi Chengyun admired Wen Zheng's appearance of exploding, so he made it difficult:

"This is a video I took privately, is there a reward?"

"You..." Before Wen Zheng could finish speaking, Yi Chengyun suddenly tightened his hands, and he was trapped in that person's arms.The next moment, Yi Chengyun quickly lowered his head, and pecked his lips like a dragonfly.

"Yo……"

Although Salvador's horse barely blocked the two of them, there was a burst of good-natured laughter and whistles in the stable not far away.

His face burned up, Wen Zheng bowed his head and tightened his hands on the rein, muttering softly, "Someone saw it over there."

Yi Chengyun pretended to be stupid and asked back: "I'm just kissing my husband, is it something shameful?"

Wen Zheng: I'll settle the score with you when I get back.

Quickly catching up to the awkward Wen Zheng, Yi Chengyun took his hand holding the rein and asked briskly, "Are you going to take Martha to the arena later?"

Speaking of Martha, Wen Zheng's footsteps paused, and the corners of his eyes drooped:

"She seems to be unwell today. She has been checked by a veterinarian. The results have not yet come out. I hope it is not a big problem."

The two walked into the stable side by side. Yi Chengyun generously greeted the staff who had just seen them by the window, followed Wen Zheng to Martha's stable, and saw the light gray Andalusian horse with its neck raised, like Can't wait to call the owner over.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Yi Chengyun caressed the back of Martha's horse's forehead with the back of his hand, and gently followed the gray mane with the other hand, with a low voice:

"The longer the better."

As if understanding what he said, Martha rubbed against his hand shyly, and the horse's head shook slightly up and down.

Behind Yi Chengyun, Salvador stood quietly by the side, not making any noise, as if guarding his companion.

"Salvaldo never seems to be jealous of Martha, it's really rare." Wen Zheng asked the pony to go back to the stable, and joked:

"If you change to another horse, you will go to fight for favor in the morning."

Yi Chengyun touched Salvador's neck, and replied with a smile: "The two of them are childhood sweethearts."

According to the plan, the two of them were going to watch the equestrian ballet performance in the city center at night. Wen Zheng asked Yi Chengyun to wait for him to change in the lounge. As expected, he heard the man ask through the curtain of the locker room:

"Let me help you?"

"Don't get distracted."

Half pulling open the curtain, Wen Zheng motioned for him to bring over the ironed snow satin shirt and trousers, and warned:

"There is only half an hour left to prepare, if you are late, you will be torn apart."

"Terrible."

The already not spacious dressing room became narrower due to two tall men being squeezed into it. Yi Chengyun opened his shirt with both hands, let Wen Zheng wear it into the sleeves, and hugged him from behind, his hands fell in front of him. Button up.

Through the thin shirt, Yi Chengyun's fingertips slowly climbed up, as if wrapping an exquisite gift; when his fingers slid along Wen Zheng's collarbone, he felt the slight trembling on the man's body, and Yi Chengyun Cheng Yun bit his ear and asked in a breathy tone:

"Tell me, what will happen if this strap is worn on your hand?"

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness and turning around quickly, Wen Zheng pushed Yi Chengyun onto the mirror, squinted his eyes and raised his chin to look at him, bit his lip:

"Really? Mr. Yi bought a whole cabinet of toys, I thought silk and satin couldn't catch your eyes."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-1914:50:31~2020-03-2614:57:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Hou Yu; 15 bottles of Peacock;

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