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

It is rare for Yi Chengyun to show a trace of embarrassment on his face that has not changed for thousands of years, but unfortunately it just passed by. The next moment he looked calm and asked:

"Found it this morning?"

"Is it important when you find out? Don't talk about it!"

Rolling up his tie with one hand to play with, Wen Zheng rested his hand on his shoulder and raised his brows:

"Didn't you say it's good or not?"

He didn't have the nerve to say the words "toy illustrated book", Wen Zheng couldn't imagine what kind of mentality Yi Chengyun had when he added annotations on it, and could he just see the style of the references in the little yellow book?

"I didn't look for it. One day, I opened the drawer and it was there, and then a gust of wind blew it away..."

Talking nonsense in a serious manner, Yi Chengyun held his hand, and in the closed dressing room, his deep voice was like magic:

"What you just said is wrong. The reason why there are all kinds of toys in the world is because the fun of them cannot replace each other, and you seem to like ties very much every time."

Unable to listen any longer, Wen Zheng tightened his tie tightly and glared at him: "Stay outside!"

Angrily pushing the perpetrators out, Wen Zheng pulled the curtain tightly, and a scene quickly appeared in his mind: the booklet contained a "Car Skills Demonstration" CD, and one of the PV scenes happened to be in the The dressing room, the cramped space, the blending atmosphere, the whispers in the ear... No one would believe that Yi Chengyun hadn't moved his mind.

With empty clothes hangers hanging on his hands and arms, Yi Chengyun was blocked by the curtain, glanced at his watch inadvertently, then lowered his eyes and shook his head lightly: It seems that the time is really too late.

When he heard the sound of the curtains being pulled open, Yi Chengyun had just finished a phone call at work. When he turned his head, he saw that Wen Zheng was wearing a dark blue casual jacket, which matched exactly the same color as his tie; The curtain hit the man's side face, making Wen Zheng look like he was walking towards him from the light.

"What are you doing standing there?"

Pushing his arm, Wen Zheng tried his best to get those discordant images out of his mind, and urged:

"If you don't start again, there will be a traffic jam."

"Ah."

Stretching out his hand to hold Wen Zheng's hand tightly, Yi Chengyun's lips that were originally pursed into a line hooked up imperceptibly, and he said casually as he walked out:

"Salvado and Martha, they are more lively than before when they are with you."

"Did your boss frighten them with your face? They're just kids."

Wen Zheng tried to recall how this man usually rode a horse, with his back straight and expressionless holding the rein, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled:

"You have an unfriendly signal all over your body, as if you are saying 'you are in a bad mood, you better not make mistakes', the horse is probably trembling."

Yi Chengyun raised his eyebrows: "I'm keeping a straight face?"

Wen Zheng raised his hand and scratched his chin: "Yes, that's what you said, scary."

He personally opened the car door and let him sit in. Yi Chengyun looked at Wen Zheng who was always in high spirits when he talked about his love for horses. He would not admit that when he was in school, he was a little jealous for a while, and horses were like companions in his heart. status.

Sitting next to Wen Zheng, Yi Chengyun squeezed his hand and insisted: "I believe they can know that I don't mean it, they are good friends with me."

The Bugatti drove towards the venue smoothly, Yi Chengyun pulled the curtain, guessing that Wen Zheng didn't care about his "intentions" in the locker room just now, handed the other party a glass of water, and changed the subject:

"Those toys were made for you to find out on purpose."

Wen Zheng squinted at him and said nothing: don't forcibly hold the respect back.

Yi Chengyun went on to say: "If I really wanted to hide, I would hide it even more secretly."

Wen Zheng raised his chin: "Why, could it be that you want to lock in the safe? Doesn't it sound more perverted?"

Yi Chengyun wasn't angry at all: "I remembered that there was a dressing room-themed PV in the attached booklet, have you seen it?"

Wen Zheng's ears were obviously red: "I-I won't remember this kind of thing!"

Yi Chengyun had a good idea of ​​his reaction: "It's such a pity."

Since the two agreed, the dressing room at home could be slightly remodeled, and Yi Chengyun silently made a plan in his mind.

The venue for the equestrian ballet performance is the largest outdoor gymnasium in the city. Dozens of temporary white tents and rows of luxury cars parked outside the venue can be seen from a distance.

As soon as the two stepped out of the car, Wen Zheng's shoulders trembled immediately at the voice behind him: "Isn't this Mr. Yi and cousin Wen Zheng?"

Taking a panoramic view of Wen Zheng's reaction, Yi Chengyun stood in front of him calmly, and said calmly:

"I didn't expect to meet Mr. Qin here."

The person called "Boss Qin" is Qin Zhong's elder brother——Qin Dong, he is slightly shorter than Yi Chengyun, wearing a well-made brand-name black suit. She smiled to hide the maliciousness in her eyes:

"I've always been interested in rare things. I heard that tickets for this show are hard to get, so I have to see it."

Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Wen Zheng, Qin Dong narrowed his eyes, pretending to be acquainted with the invitation:

"After the performance is over, would President Yi and Cousin Wen Zheng be willing to come to the party on the top floor of Heyue? With the current situation of the Wen family, we are considered a family after all, and we should move around more in the future."

"Thank you Mr. Qin for the invitation, but sorry, we have other arrangements later."

Ignoring Qin Dong's froze smile, Yi Chengyun shook Wen Zheng's hand with half force, and refused politely:

"I'll ask my assistant to send you a gift to add to the fun, I wish you a good time."

Seeing that Qin Dong was still entangled, suddenly a "blonde beauty" encircled his arm from behind, and her delicate voice seemed to be able to pinch water: "My dear, I have been waiting for a long time."

The little bird was leaning against Qin Dong's side, Natalie looked up at Yi Chengyun and Wen Zheng very naturally, and asked softly:

"Who are these two?"

"Let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Yi of the Yi Group, and next to him is one of my cousins, Wen Zheng, the second son of the Wen family."

Deliberately placing the emphasis on the word "Wenjia", Qin Dong didn't see the irritated look on Wen Zheng's face, and said angrily:

"This is my girlfriend Natalie."

Natalie stretched out her hand to Yi Chengyun as if flattered, and complimented: "The Yi Group is so powerful, I often see it in newspapers."

Then she turned to Wen Zheng again, smiling meaningfully: "Hello, Mr. Wen, nice to meet you."

Finally finding a chance to speak, Wen Zheng held her hand generously: "Hello, me too."

"The show is about to start, I think we have to hurry to get in."

Paying attention to the hands of the two from the corner of the eye, Yi Chengyun gave a low cough and hooked Wen Zheng's shoulder:

"Otherwise you will miss the opening."

After getting rid of Qin Dong, without saying a word, Yi Chengyun led Wen Zheng to sit down at the VIP seat, making sure he couldn't hear the left and right, and asked in a low voice:

"Tell me, how did Qin Dong provoke you?"

"Why do you ask that?" Wen Zheng met his eyes, turned his head unconsciously, and replied unnaturally:

"He hasn't done anything yet."

His eyes fell on Qin Dong who was sitting in the VIP seat on the other side. Wen Zheng was in a complicated mood, and he talked about him from left to right:

"Speaking of which, that girl is really pretty."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wen Zheng seemed to see Natalie smiling at him for a moment, the eyes were indescribably subtle, they had never seen each other before, could it be that Qin Dong said something to her?

He was just thinking about it, but in the next second, Yi Chengyun gently held his face and turned his head to the side: "Don't look at him, look at me."

Wen Zheng:? !

"Are you jealous?" As if he had discovered a new world, Wen Zheng turned his head to look at him, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "You also eat girls' jealousy?"

Yi Chengyun said without changing his face: "Just to remind you, we are here to see equestrian ballet, not to see people."

Wen Zheng was angry and funny, and was thinking about how to tease him, when the curtain on the center stage slowly rose, and an affectionate singing voice came out:

"Put your hooves up and tread the melody;

You are heroic, and you can retract freely;

You are flawless and fit;

Looking at you, how can I not make people mesmerized? "

The theme of this performance is "Fantasy Ballet", including solo dances performed by jockeys and horses, group dances, acrobatics, and even human-horse comic dialogue, aiming to show the spirituality of horses and the harmonious beauty of the unity of humans and horses.

Amidst the melodious music, dozens of horses came on stage from both sides of the stage. The leading jockey, wearing a set of European aristocratic costumes from the [-]th century, galloped neatly to the center and saluted the audience gracefully.

When he saw the jockey's face clearly, Wen Zheng blurted out: "It's him!"

The seats of the two were very close to the stage, and the jockey also heard his voice, because Yi Chengyun clearly saw that when the other party looked up at Jianwen Zheng, his eyes obviously lit up.

Yi Chengyun asked calmly, "Do you know each other?"

Wen Zheng waved excitedly to the jockeys on the stage, and replied excitedly, "My childhood friend, I didn't expect him to specialize in equestrian performances now!"

The brown-haired jockey looked about their age, with graceful gestures, deep, three-dimensional features, and blue eyes that shone like jewels in the warm light; whenever he turned toward the audience, there was always a small scream.

Yi Chengyun looked down at the list of performances, his gaze stopped at the column of the team leader's name "David Vienna Royal Riding Academy", the corners of his mouth moved, and he remained silent.

In the final encore performance, dozens of horses and dancers performed around the stage. Amid the warm applause, David took off his hat and mouthed "see you backstage" when he passed by Wen Zheng.

When the performance ended, Wen Zheng couldn't wait to stand up and muttered: "If I knew it, I would have ordered a bouquet of flowers!"

Yi Chengyun calmly said: "I asked my assistant to order it, and it has been delivered to Mr. David's lounge. I want to say hello to the bosses over there, and I won't disturb you to catch up on the old days. I will wait for you outside."

Wen Zheng didn't think too much about it: "You're really thoughtful!"

Passing through the exiting crowd, Wen Zheng struggled to squeeze backstage, but was surprised by the scene behind the scenes:

A giant flower basket more than one meter high, with "I wish the show a success" written on the card in German, signed by Yi Chengyun and Wen Zheng, and there is a pink and gold heart between their names.

And there was more than one. From the gate to the rest tents of the actors, both sides of the red carpet were filled, and dozens of flower baskets lined up in two rows were spectacular.

Wen Zheng: Is it a bit exaggerated...?

"Wen Zheng!" David ran out of the tent, his costume still on, sweat dripping from his head:

"It's really you! In recent years, your grades have been very good. I have been paying attention to it. Last time I heard that you are going to retire, I still want to come to Huaguo to find you."

He opened his hands, but when he touched Wen Zheng, he shrank restrainedly, with an awkward smile on his face:

"I just didn't expect you to be married. Was it your husband sitting next to you just now? Thank you for your kindness."

"Yes," Wen Zheng thought he was referring to the flower basket, and smiled sincerely: "I hope you like it, congratulations on finally realizing your dream."

"Thank you." David looked at him with something burning in his eyes: "I know you will definitely come to see, you never miss this kind of performance."

No matter how dull Ren Wenzheng was, he sensed something at this moment, and said tactfully before the other party could speak:

"Then, don't disturb your rest, welcome to my horse farm guide when you are free. I'll go first, and he's waiting for me outside."

"Wait, did you get the gift I sent you?"

Grasping Wen Zheng's arm with one hand, David saw him frowning, took a step back awkwardly, and swallowed:

"Can you tell me why? At that time, you said you didn't care about anything other than equestrianism. Why did you marry someone else?"

Wen Zheng was taken aback, and retorted instinctively: "Yi Chengyun is not someone else."

After a pause, he looked directly into David's eyes and said calmly, "I'm sorry, but I thought your reply was clear enough."

The fire in David's eyes seemed to be extinguished instantly: "If you change your mind..."

When Wen Zheng came out of the venue, Yi Chengyun was talking to Chu Yang and Pei Siyu, who were also watching the performance, when he heard footsteps behind him, he turned his head and asked calmly, "So fast?"

Wen Zheng greeted the other two, and said casually, "It's just to catch up on the old days."

The two got into the car, Wen Zheng quietly peeked at Yi Chengyun's expression from the rear-view mirror, and coughed lightly:

"He is a friend I met when I was recuperating in Vienna."

"I remember." Without raising his eyes, Yi Chengyun quickly typed something on the phone, word by word:

"The crystal horse and chocolates you received in the second year of high school must have been sent by him. I was so happy all afternoon."

Wen Zheng was stunned: "Not one afternoon, I was just happy that he was admitted to the Equestrian Academy."

Yi Chengyun put away his mobile phone, stared at the venue that was gradually moving away in the rear view mirror without speaking, and suddenly his shoulders sank.

With one hand resting on his shoulder, Wen Zheng's nose seemed to pass over his ear, intentionally or unintentionally blowing into the place under his earlobe:

"So when you were in high school, you just pretended to concentrate on listening to the class, and your attention was all on me?"

Grabbing Wen Zheng's restless other hand violently to prevent the man from touching the place under the tie, Yi Chengyun slightly adjusted his breathing, tried his best to ignore the itching from his ear, and said in a deep voice:

"Didn't you say it's better not to mention the past, and I have a meeting in two days, so I might not be able to go to your preliminaries."

Cursing his lips, Wen Zheng rolled his eyes in his heart, "humph": "Who wants you to go!"

For the time being, Wen Zheng thought that when the two of them returned home, with Yi Chengyun's character, he would definitely "make use of the problem" before going to bed; he didn't want that person to just turn off the lights and lie down as if nothing happened.

He didn't give up and rubbed over: "Is it still because David is in a bad mood?"

"A little bit." Tucking the quilt for him, Yi Chengyun patiently explained to prevent him from "playing with fire" again and again:

"You have to participate in the preliminaries in two days, and your coach said that you can't do strenuous exercise before this."

Wen Zheng was dumbfounded: "The coach still told you these things?"

Yi Chengyun said frankly: "Only report the important things, after all I am his boss."

Heaving a sigh of relief in a complicated mood, Wen Zheng retreated into the bed angrily, and heard him say in the dark again:

"After you finish the game, let's sit down and talk about your ex-boyfriend."

Wen Zheng: Wait, where did you get your ex-boyfriend from? !

According to the plan, Wen Zheng was going to take four horses to the participating city to prepare for the race the next day, but he didn't expect to hear a thunderbolt when he arrived at the racecourse: Martha was ill.

"Equine uveitis." The veterinarian flipped through the examination records in his hand and shook his head:

"Even if the operation is arranged immediately, at least three to five months of recuperation will be required afterwards."

This means that Martha is doomed to miss this Olympic Games, and if it is serious, she may even retire. While discussing with the coach, Wen Zheng walked to the stable and stood outside the fence, only to see Martha lying sickly on the haystack.As soon as he saw his master coming, the big gray horse stood up tremblingly, rubbing his forehead pitifully against his hand.

When the warm horse hair rubbed against his palm, Wen Zheng's heart was broken, and he gently stroked the horse's back: "Don't be afraid, I will come back to accompany you as soon as the race is over."

Later, when the groom was about to pull Salvador out of the side fence, the always gentle black horse refused to obey the command for the first time and struggled desperately, unwilling to leave.

Wen Zheng patted Salvador's neck in time to stop the horseman from pulling hard, and comforted softly: "Don't worry, she will be fine."

Martha's illness shrouded Wen Zheng's heart like a haze. When he and Salvador were warming up before the game, they obviously felt that the horse's condition had plummeted.

On the day of the preliminaries, Wen Zheng drew Salvador to lead the field. He followed the horse's mane and cheered:

"Come on, you can go back to see Martha after today."

As if he understood what he said, Salvador lowered his head quietly, and walked into the venue with small steps under Wen Zheng's instructions.

Just like people, horses feel sad for their companions. When Wen Zheng rode out on Salvador's back, he soon found that his beloved horse was still listless.Although there are still two horses behind him, he has the highest expectations for Salvador, and his current performance may be...

"Huh?" Trying hard to get Aima to concentrate, Wen Zheng keenly noticed that Salvador's pace was getting lighter and lighter, like a primary school student who was forced to go to school, and accidentally found his favorite snacks hidden in the drawer.

He subconsciously swept across the auditorium, his heart beating faster:

In the VIP seats, Yi Chengyun was very conspicuous in an all-black business suit, which didn't fit in with the casual attire of other audience members; the tall and burly President Yi was holding a small national flag in his hand, shaking it stiffly, like a clumsy robot .

It's just the preliminaries, what's so interesting, Wen Zheng thought so, he rode his beloved horse around the edge of the venue, encouraging the horse's mood, the corners of his lips turned up unconsciously.

When he ran in front of Yi Chengyun, Wen Zheng met his gaze and mouthed: "Isn't it impossible to say?"

Yi Chengyun stared at him with piercing eyes, but did not answer, and there was rarely an expression on his handsome and tough face that Wen Zheng had never seen before.

Holding the reins tightly, Wen Zheng suspected that if it wasn't for the competition, he would immediately jump off the horse and gallop into the arms of that man.

Standing at the entrance of the competition fence, Wen Zheng was wearing a black and white long tuxedo this time, with half of the red velvet stitched on the neckline with gold thread, paired with a noble and elegant black round-brimmed top hat; Same, the whole person is in high spirits.

He patted Salvador's neck lightly, took a deep breath and raised his head, one man and one horse had the same heart, and his movements were light and lively, as if they were one body naturally.

"88.256%"

When the score was announced, Yi Chengyun's ears were filled with thunderous applause in the auditorium: This is Wen Zheng's highest score since participating in the competition!

On the huge arena, Wen Zheng seemed to be a general riding a black horse, his whole body was shining brightly.

Yi Chengyun stared intently at Wen Zheng riding Salvador and waving his hands, smiling brightly, the eyes of the two met in the air, the man winked mischievously at him, as if a flame burst out of his chest.

In the next race sequence, there were still two riders before Wen Zheng's other horse came out. Yi Chengyun stood up and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure among the spectators walking out: "Mr. David."

"You are...Mr. Yi?" David was only surprised for a second, then politely extended his hand to Yi Chengyun: "Thank you for the flower basket that night."

The two shook hands, Yi Chengyun glanced at the rose in David's hand, and said straight to the point:

"It's just a little thought, your performance is very wonderful. I have a friend who is very close to the principal of the Royal Equestrian Academy in Vienna, and may be able to help you."

Suddenly his eyes widened, and the corners of David's mouth twitched, feeling unwilling: he had applied for a position at the Equestrian Academy for nearly two years, but was repeatedly rejected; Humiliate him with something he can't get? !

"Are you asking me to quit? Want to give me my university position so I can't pursue him."

With the arrogance unique to the down-and-out nobles in his eyes, and the tone of disgusting nouveau riche, he sneered and said:

"So that's it. Did you use your power to coerce and lure him into marrying you? The memories we have together are unmatched by you."

Yi Chengyun didn't blink: "I know he attaches great importance to that memory, so I think he will sincerely bless you who are about to get engaged."

David's face turned pale in an instant: "You..."

Before the words finished, there was another round of applause in the venue. Yi Chengyun frowned. He roughly estimated the time. If he went to find Wen Zheng now, it might affect that person's pre-match preparations.

So he straightened his suit and said coldly, "The one over there is my assistant. If you figure it out, you can go to him. Excuse me."

"Wait," when he turned around and walked back to the venue, Yi Chengyun was stopped by David's voice, and calmly turned around, only to see the latter's hand holding the rose gradually lowered, and his voice was hoarse:

"He said, I mean, Wen Zheng said, that his family never came to his games."

Yi Chengyun's heart twitched, he didn't speak, and heard his trembling voice:

"I hope you really support him."

"Don't worry." Yi Chengyun nodded to him, "Thank you for being with him before I came."

When he noticed Wen Zheng's reaction when he met David, Yi Chengyun actually had an alarm bell ringing in his mind, and immediately asked people to find out about David's background.

This man is an aristocrat from a poor family. In order to maintain a luxurious life, he has a relationship with a young entrepreneur who is in love with him. The two parties are scheduled to be officially engaged after the equestrian ballet world tour.

Yi Chengyun considered letting Pei Siyu "accidentally" disclose this matter to Wen Zheng through Chu Yang, but he later changed his mind:

If Wen Zheng doesn't have the slightest interest in David, does it matter if he knows?Wen Zheng only pays attention to a small memory of the old days and David, which has nothing to do with the current David, and destroying this memory will make Wen Zheng unhappy, and he doesn't want to do that.

Sitting down in the auditorium again, Yi Chengyun picked up the small national flag while thinking about what gift to give to congratulate Wen Zheng for passing the preliminaries.

The next two horses performed steadily, and Wen Zheng and the other three members of the team squeezed into the forefront of the preliminaries without any suspense. As long as they pass a four-star league before the end of this year, the door to the Olympics will be completely opened to them.

When Yi Chengyun walked into the rest of Wenzheng's team with flowers in his hands, the tearful Wenzheng was hugging his coach, teammates, and horsemen in turn, saying repeatedly:

"thank you all!"

The coach patted his lover on the shoulder, and pulled Yi Chengyun over with a stern voice: "Look who's coming!"

Amidst the crowd's booing, Wen Zheng took the flowers from Yi Chengyun, wiped his eyes awkwardly, leaned over to rub against his shoulders, his cheeks were so red, he whispered, "Thank you."

The team had planned to hold a celebration in the evening, but Wen Zheng secretly held Yi Chengyun back, in order to:

"Martha is sick, I want to take Salvadore back to the racecourse to see her first."

"I'll go with you." Yi Chengyun nodded: "I believe your team can understand, I asked my assistant to add three days of accommodation in a five-star hot spring hotel in the city for the people in your team."

The distance between the two cities is not too far, Wen Zheng got into the car and saw clearly, there are two dark circles under Yi Chengyun's eyes that are frighteningly deep:

"Have you slept these two days?"

"Yes." Yi Chengyun answered succinctly, and slept for two hours in two days, counting as having slept.

"It doesn't matter if you don't come to the preliminaries." Wen Zheng said this against his will, but he knew how busy Yi Chengyun was usually, and that person might have been working continuously and intensively to squeeze out a little space.

"I want to come." Yi Chengyun rubbed his hair: "I want to see Salvador."

Wen Zheng pretended to be angry and pushed him: "I know, you should sleep on the road, I don't want to talk to you."

Staring blankly at the rows of green trees passing by outside the window, Wen Zheng saw the appearance of Yi Chengyun sitting in the auditorium just now, his eyebrows and eyes quietly bent into a beautiful crescent shape:

Yi Chengyun would not know that for him, this was the first time that he had a real "family" to watch his game.

The car was so quiet that there was only the sound of each other's breathing, Wen Zheng came back to his senses, the man closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair; his eyes darkened, Yi Chengyun was really tired, but after a while, he had already fallen asleep like this Shen.

Carefully closing the curtains, Wen Zheng held his breath, and tilted his head to look at his sleeping husband:

Thick black ink-like eyebrows stretched out, and a shadow fell on the high bridge of the nose, as quiet and delicate as a statue of Apollo.

Before he realized it rationally, Wen Zheng approached him, suppressed his frantic heartbeat, and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips very lightly.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-2614:57:43~2020-04-1023:32:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 promise and promise;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of S.Lee; 8 bottles of Ganyi and Huawei; 6 bottles of Erha Buchajia;

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

Quote: You raise your hooves and step on the melody; you are heroic and graceful; you are flawless and vigorous; looking at you, how can you not make people fascinated? ——Spanish poet Rafael Al Betty