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

Yi Chengyun admired Wen Zheng's instantly pale face with satisfaction, held the wine glass elegantly with one hand, and said lightly: "If you want to repent, it's still too late."

Glaring at him angrily, Wen Zheng's heartbeat was as loud as a drum, and he sarcastically said: "Hehe, how could I go back on my word, you were the one who fell in love when you heard mustard!"

That being said, Wen Zheng quietly glanced at the chocolate on the silver plate, and swallowed instinctively:

Although luck may be right, in case of bad luck...

There was a chill down his spine, and various "scary" images floated up in his mind uncontrollably, and he shook his head vigorously:

No, I have to think of a way.

"Wait," Wen Zheng held Yi Chengyun's hand that was about to take a piece, took a deep breath, and said as if death was at home: "One person is half."

Yi Chengyun couldn't help a chuckle from his nose, and Yi Chengyun patted the back of his hand with the other hand, leisurely picked up a piece of chocolate, fed it to his mouth, and comforted him: "Okay, how about it, I accept installment payment."

The corner of Wen Zheng's mouth twitched, it sounded like a "preferential treatment" at first glance, but why did this person have a tone of waiting for the harvest?

"Stop yelling!" Wen Zheng muttered, lowered his eyes, opened his mouth obediently, and let him put the chocolate in his hand into his mouth, not forgetting to deliberately point at the man's fingers when they were withdrawn. Bite on the tip.

Yi Chengyun's Adam's apple slipped twice unconsciously, and he could clearly see how Wen Zheng's small and bright red tongue deftly picked the chocolate into his mouth, and there was still a tingling pain in his fingertips.

This stinging pain merged into a stream of heat, Yi Chengyun licked his lips, suppressing the strange impulse: he wanted to touch Wen Zheng's soft tongue with his fingertips and tease him wantonly, and then the man would burst into tears the sound of……

As the smooth and delicate cocoa melts on the tip of the tongue, Wen Zheng tastes the mellow brandy, which blends with the sweet chocolate to form a rich and graceful taste.

A gleam flashed in Yi Chengyun's eyes, Wen Zheng narrowed his eyes and tasted it carefully, making his lips even more parched, he rubbed his thumb back and forth on the soft lips of the man, and said in a hoarse voice: "Little alcoholic. "

"By the way, you stole that one just now!" Wen Zheng came back to his senses, raised his head slightly, and the flickering candlelight made his black eyes shine brightly: "Also, how can I verify whether you have lied?"

"It's not easy." Yi Chengyun raised his chin, and couldn't wait to cover his mouth with his lips, until the smell of alcohol on their tongues became weaker and weaker, Fang reluctantly let go, and said in a low voice, "This is enough." Is it convincing?"

Two blushes appeared on Wen Zheng's cheeks, and his pale pink lips became as red as ripe cherries. He rested his hands on Yi Chengyun's arms, and his eyes seemed to be covered with mist; he only had a little wine, why would he Feeling drunk?

"Continue?" Yi Chengyun stared at his glistening lips, chocolate was not what he wanted to taste.

"It's my turn." I don't know if it was stimulated by strong alcohol, Wen Zheng's brain suddenly flashed, he picked up a star-shaped chocolate, bit it between his teeth, and leaned forward to bring it to Yi Chengyun's lips.

At the same time, he jerkyly yanked Yi Chengyun's shirt buttons with one hand, and probed for familiar places on the man with the other.

Symbolically blocking his hand, Yi Chengyun raised the corners of his mouth and lowered his head slightly to make it easier for Wen Zheng to move.

Of course he knew what Wen Zheng's idea was, but when buying toys, there are plenty of opportunities to use them, and opportunities for lovers to take the initiative are rare.

Not knowing what this person was thinking, when Wen Zheng was carried back to the bedroom, he couldn't help but feel complacent: If Yi Chengyun can't keep guessing, he won't lose, he is really a genius!

Although, when he woke up the next day, he wished he could beat Yi Chengyun with a pillow: "Where did you learn those poses?"

"It seems that the newly bought jacuzzi works well, and you don't look tired at all." Catching the pillow that was thrown over, Yi Chengyun seldom put on his pajamas without any complaints, and rubbed his hair: "Remember today Ma Sha doing surgery? If I finish my work earlier, I will go to the racecourse to see her."

Pinching Wen Zheng's nose, Yi Chengyun smiled half-smile, and reminded: "Maybe we can continue the game of last night when we come back."

Wen Zheng's hands paused, and he responded, "Let's see."

Because he was concerned about Martha's operation, Wen Zheng arrived at the racecourse two hours earlier than usual, and saw Salvador and Martha snuggled up in the stable, like a pair of loving little lovers.

"Don't worry," he approached the two horses lightly, and touched Martha's forehead: "He and I will accompany you."

I don't know if it was because he was worried about his little friends. Salvador seemed unable to concentrate during training. Wen Zheng didn't force him, and simply asked him to relax, while he went to talk to his friends about what happened last night.

"So you didn't have time to destroy the corpse this morning?" After hearing Wen Zheng's words, Pei Siyu almost couldn't help laughing: "Well, think about the good, at least you can still bargain with Mr. Yi."

"That's not good. Every time it seems that he makes concessions, he will actually seek benefits elsewhere." Wen Zheng puffed up his face: "Very shrewd."

It's a pity that the two of them hadn't discussed a few words, a noise came from the gate of the racecourse, and several bodyguards hurried out.

"What's going on?" Wen Zheng and Pei Siyu walked towards the gate together, but were stopped by the racecourse assistant on the way, who looked very nervous: "You two, please wait inside first, the bodyguards will take care of it."

Wen Zheng frowned: "What's the matter? Why can't we let us know?"

"No." Not daring to look directly into his eyes, the manager was sweating on his brow and looked embarrassed: "I'll report to you after sending them away?"

Pei Siyu was puzzled: "Who are you going to send away?"

As if answering him, an annoying voice sounded from the direction of the door: "The old man is being beaten! Help!"

"It's my dad and the butler of the Wen family, right?" Wen Zheng couldn't see any expression on his face: "I'll go over and have a look."

"Don't!" Pei Siyu held him tightly, frowned, and kept shaking his head: "I remember how he forced you to retire, and he almost charged you with embezzling public funds and bribery. There is such a father! He must come here to please."

After being mentioned by a friend, Wen Zheng's mind reappeared in his mind after the accident in his previous life, when he was alone and helpless; his footsteps seemed to become extremely heavy, and his eyes became colder and colder: "Yes, let's go back."

But the two of them didn't expect that Wen's father and the housekeeper were not alone, they also brought a group of reporters; they didn't know which sharp-eyed person spotted them, and the first person shouted: "Wen Zheng is inside!"

Afterwards, the situation was almost out of control, and a few tall and powerful bodyguards could form a wall around them, trying their best to resist, so as not to let the reporter put the microphone on Wen Zheng's face:

"Mr. Wen, your father said, is it true that you and the Yi family joined hands to bring down the Wen family?"

"Why do you want to join forces with external forces to bring down your own family? What benefits did Mr. Yi give you?"

"Did Mr. Yi marry you because of Wen Shi? Do you regret sending your father to jail with your own hands?"

……

Helping to block the reporters rushing forward, Pei Siyu protected Wen Zheng and retreated, persuading in a low voice: "Don't answer!"

These reporters obviously came prepared, and answered rashly, maybe they will be embellished in some way.

When he was surrounded by Pei Siyu and several staff members and returned to the office, for a moment, Wen Zheng's mind went blank, he sat on the chair, took the hot tea handed by his assistant, and reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth: "I'm fine, please you."

"It's okay, don't be so polite." Pei Siyu patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "There are so many of us, and we are all on your side."

Nodding gratefully to his friend, Wen Zheng took a sip of hot tea slowly, and as the warmth entered his body, his brows and eyes gradually relaxed, and his sanity gradually recovered:

He is well aware of Wen's father's behavior style. If Wen's family is still there, Wen's father will definitely not use this method; It will show up, and most of them are waiting to go home and vent their anger on their wife and young son.

Therefore, Wen's father is now willing to tear his face apart to find the "garbage tabloid" he despises the most. He must be driven to a desperate situation.

As if suddenly awakened from a dream, Wen Zheng put down his teacup and patted the table: "Yes, I can't do nothing, I will call Zhou Jun, the housekeeper of the Yi family, and ask him to bring some bodyguards to support him, and Yi’s legal department will issue lawyer’s letters to all who rush in.”

Seeing that he suddenly seemed to be a different person, Pei Siyu was taken aback, and asked uncertainly, "Are you okay?"

In fact, Wen Zheng's hands that pressed the phone were still shaking, he bit his lips hard, and used the pain to warn himself not to panic, and said word by word: "I don't know what their plans are, anyway, I won't let them succeed!"

As if feeling something, through the glass window of the office, Wen Zheng looked up at the chaotic crowd outside, and the quietness on the other side of the glass seemed to be two worlds:

A few steps away from the conflicting crowd, stood two thin men, one tall and one short, who were the butlers of Wen's father and Wen's family.One was the once arrogant president of the group, and the other was a servant who had been a fox and pretended to be a tiger for most of his life. At this moment, those two were staring at him sinisterly, like insects and ants in the dark, pitiful and pathetic.

"Ding." The phone rang at the right time, Wen Zheng lowered his eyes, and it showed an unknown call.He glanced at his father coldly, and connected as if nothing had happened: "What's the matter?"

Father Wen was smiling, but his eyes seemed eager to break the glass and drag him out: "My dear son, don't you dare come out to see me?"

Wen Zheng was expressionless: "Some people are not worth spending time on, and if I can't speak, I'll die."

"Wait!" Wen's father gritted his teeth with blue veins on his forehead, half-closed his eyelids, and hid his old fox-like eyes: "We are a family, no matter how you deny it, blood is always thicker than water. You have to know, I love you, how can there be a father who doesn't love his son."

"I'm a little nauseous." Wen Zheng held the teacup with one hand, the air seemed to freeze: "That's not what your actions say."

"What I did was to make you a talent. If you are sensible, you won't blame me. But for the sake of this family, I am willing to say sorry to you, son." Father Wen covered his eyes with one hand, pretending to be in pain, The voice sounded a bit choked: "Didn't you always want to know why you are not as popular as your elder brother? You tell me where your elder brother is, and I can tell you the reason; I won't blame you anymore, we Let the family live well, this is your last chance, cherish it."

"Not interested, and you are looking for the wrong person, I don't know where Wen Qi is." As if all the blood rushed to the top of his head at once, Wen Zheng resisted the urge to throw the tea cup over, and smiled instead of anger: "Needless to say You are so wronged, you are not worthy of being a father at all, and you can't make up for what I have suffered. You really have such a strong desire to talk, so you can talk slowly after you go to prison. It is said that people will speak more sincerely when they get there. "

Father Wen could hardly hide the murderous intent in his eyes: "I have already apologized to you, if you make an inch, there will be retribution."

Wen Zheng leaned back on the chair, took a sip of tea calmly, and said disdainfully: "I see that you have already received your retribution and are still dying."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Father Wen to answer, and decisively pressed the switch to lower the curtains.

Listening with pricked ears, the housekeeper said cautiously, "Boss, what should I do if I can't get close to him?"

Wen's father showed a sinister smile: "I was just defrauding him, to see if he was involved. You guessed right, he is indeed a brainless person, and you can't count on him. Go talk to Yi Chengyun tomorrow, and don't believe that the Yi family is the head of the family." I won't be moved."

Before the words were finished, a few cars stopped outside the gate one after another, and it was the Yi family's bodyguards who came.Wen's father winked at the butler, trying to get out of the room without anyone noticing, but another reporter shouted: "Mr. Wen, don't leave!"

The reporters who rushed to the bodyguards immediately surrounded the two of them...

Later, it took less than half an hour for the bodyguards to clear the scene, before Wen Zheng even had time to notify Yi Chengyun, Zhou Jun's voice sounded outside the door: "Mr. Wen, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Wen Zheng opened the door and saw that there were still a few bodyguards left outside, helping the staff to clean up the messed up venue. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Jun shook his head: "Sure, I will re-adjust the arrangement of security personnel here in the next few days. Shall I take you back now?"

Wen Zheng thought for a while: "He said in the morning that he would come and see if he got off work early. I'll ask him if he can make it."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jun opened his mouth wide after hearing this, hesitant to speak, but when Wen Zheng raised his eyes to look at him, he immediately lowered his head.

Wen Zheng frowned: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Zhou Jun shook his head stiffly. The seven-foot man looked like a primary school student without homework, and his eyes drifted from side to side unconsciously: "I can't say."

Wen Zheng was angry, and was about to ask, when Pei Siyu, who was helping to deal with the aftermath, suddenly called to him: "Wen Zheng, can you come here for a while?"

Glancing at the uneasy big man, Wen Zheng sighed, made a gesture, and walked to his friend: "What's wrong?"

Looking around, Pei Siyu pulled him aside and said in a low voice: "Chu Yang just told me something, don't panic after hearing it, absolutely don't tell others that I told you."

Jianwenzheng nodded, Pei Siyu pursed his lips, and slowly whispered something in his ear.

"Why?" Wen Zheng realized that his suddenly raised voice had attracted the attention of several people, tried his best to express an "indifferent" expression, and asked softly, "Why didn't he want to tell me?"

Obviously, as long as Yi Chengyun opened his mouth, he would immediately put down what he was doing and rush over, but that person chose to keep it from him.

Pei Siyu persuaded: "Maybe he is afraid that you will worry."

Gathering his mind, Wen Zheng suppressed the turbulent emotions, and winked at his friend: "Got it, I'll go back and see him."

While tidying up with Pei Siyu, Wen Zheng tidied up his thoughts, and when he walked towards Zhou Jun, his expression remained calm and he said:

"Brother Zhou doesn't seem to come to the racecourse very often. If you are not in a hurry to go back, let's take a walk here together?"

Zhou Jun knew something was wrong subconsciously, and couldn't find a reason to refuse for a while, so he responded like a tool man: "Okay."

"I heard that you were in Yi's house when he was young, and watched him grow up." Wen Zheng's hand casually brushed over the fence of the horse farm, his eyes stared at the Yi's villa at the end of the grass, and said slowly: "So I never Did not treat you as an employee."

It was clearly a cool afternoon, Zhou Jun's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he stammered to defend Yi Chengyun: "Young Master likes you very much. I saw it a long time ago. No matter what he did, it was because he liked you too much."

Furious, Wen Zheng stood still in front of the fence, intentionally covering his face with his hands to make his voice sound indistinct: "Don't comfort me, I'll always be kept in the dark about what happens, maybe I'm just a guest staying in the villa ?”

The sudden change made Zhou Jun at a loss: "That's not the case."

Stealing glances at his gaze from his fingertips, Wen Zheng made up his mind and took the opportunity to forcefully ask: "Then explain it clearly."

Zhou Jun with a wry smile: Uh...

Before Wen Zheng and Zhou Jun returned to Yi's house, they told the workers not to make any noise, but when he crept open the door and saw Yi Chengyun sitting in front of the table, the knuckles holding the door turned white gradually. : The man stared at the screen intently, his face was slightly pale, and he looked fine.

Standing outside the door and taking several deep breaths, Wen Zheng recited "Be natural, be natural" several times in his heart, Fang gently raised his hand, knocked on the door restrainedly, and said softly, "Are you back? Are you busy? "

"No." Yi Chengyun glanced at the time, stood up in surprise, stepped forward to open the door and asked, "Come back so early? Is Martha's operation going well? I saw your message on the road, and I want to wait for you at the racecourse." .”

Hearing this sentence, Wen Zheng held his breath in his chest, and looked away: "Her operation went well, and she is in good condition, so you don't have to worry."

Before Yi Chengyun could answer, he put his hand on the man's shoulder and asked tentatively, "What about you? Why are you earlier than me?"

Yi Chengyun smiled and said: "I have nothing to do today, come back early, we didn't finish last night."

His expression was so relaxed that no trace of lying could be seen, Wen Zheng's anger just suppressed suddenly burst into flames, and he suppressed his temper and asked: "I thought about it, that's not fun, why don't we play a game of taking care of patients ?”

Yi Chengyun: Huh?

Wen Zheng tugged at his sleeve, pretending to be shy: "It's very simple, you go back to the bedroom now, change into your pajamas, lie down obediently and wait for me."

A competent old Gong would never say no to his husband's request, Yi Chengyun hugged him, and walked into the bedroom with expectations, not paying attention to the cold eyes behind him.

When Yi Chengyun closed the door, Wen Zheng rolled his eyes inwardly, turned around and went downstairs, told the aunt in the kitchen to pay attention to the dinner, and then went upstairs with the prepared chicken soup.

"Lie down well." As soon as Wen Zheng pushed the door open, he saw Yi Chengyun was about to sit up, and quickly stopped him: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Little nurse?" Thinking that Wen Zheng was "entering into the drama", Yi Chengyun regained his energy in an instant, and stretched out his hand to him: "I feel uncomfortable all over."

The sleeves of the pajamas slid down from Yi Chengyun's arms, Wen Zheng glanced at the looming stitches under the cuffs, his heart twitched, he sat down beside him, put his hands back under the quilt, and asked softly: "Well, Would you like some soup?"

"I'm not hungry," Yi Chengyun still didn't notice, and moved closer: "But I want to feed you."

"I'm not hungry either." Wen Zheng took a picture of his outstretched paw in time, thought for a moment, and suggested, "Shall I tell you a story?"

Yi Chengyun: There is also a plot background for this play?Stimulate!

Wen Zheng cleared his throat: "Once upon a time, there was a pair of childhood sweethearts, a prince and a princess, who were about to get engaged, but the princess liked to be a gourd when things happened, and the prince thought she didn't like him, so he married someone else, leaving her to die alone, it's over. "

Yi Chengyun didn't react: "It's gone?"

Wen Zheng nodded confidently: "Yes, what did you learn from the story?"

Yi Chengyun finally felt a sense of crisis: "Are all princes and princesses idiots?"

Wen Zheng: You are the fool!Hopeless!

Yi Chengyun: This seems to be different from the imagined nurse-patient game?

"The accident in the afternoon made you unhappy?" Yi Chengyun only thought of this reason, stood up and explained: "Your father won't last long, he is trying to win over the Fan family and the Qin family, wait for me..."

"It's not because of him," Wen Zheng couldn't help but push him back: "Don't get up, I'm listening."

No matter how dull Ren Yi Chengyun was, at this moment he could faintly feel that it had something to do with him?

There was an embarrassing silence in the room, Wen Zheng turned his head, and said angrily: "The soup is not good for your health if it is hot for a long time, how about some drinking?"

Yi Chengyun stared at him for a long time, and asked: "Did you know?"

Wen Zheng took a sip of the soup without raising his eyes: "What are you talking about? I don't understand, lie down for me!"

His voice sounded extremely serious, Yi Chengyun didn't dare to move in front of him for the first time, and held his breath: "It's just a small problem, some people may make a fuss, but I'm really fine, I can even..."

"Patients need to go to bed early and get up early, and they need to recover before exercising." Hearing that he was still thinking about "activities" at night, Wen Zheng laughed angrily: "Why don't you think about whether there will be tomorrow night and the night after tomorrow."

Yi Chengyun wanted to say something else, but when Wen Zheng put a spoonful of chicken soup to his mouth, he could only lower his head and sip it, and couldn't help but look at the man's appearance at this moment, his fair face was puffed up, his eyebrows drooped, what could he do? There is vitality on weekdays.

Gently holding his hand, Yi Chengyun submissively said: "I will take a good rest, don't be angry, let's each have half, okay?"

Wen Zheng turned his face away: If you don't get angry, you won't be angry, I'm not a balloon!

"The story you just told, I remember right now, I have heard the follow-up," Yi Chengyun coughed lightly, and said slowly: "The princess is not a boring gourd, he doesn't want the prince to worry about him, and he is afraid that the prince will see that he is not good enough On the one hand, you won’t like him.”

Wen Zheng squinted at him: "He thinks too much, the prince has seen his stupidity tens of thousands of times, it's not too bad this time if you want to dislike him."

Halfway through the conversation, a knock on the door interrupted the two of them: "Dinner is ready, do you need to bring it in?"

"Have you talked with my doctor?" Yi Chengyun looked at the familiar medicated diet, and was basically sure that Wen Zheng knew what was going on, and tried to remedy it: "It's nothing serious, it's fine after the IV drip."

When he saw the porridge bowl in Wen Zheng's hand, he wanted to take it, but after a second thought, he quietly withdrew his hand: "I'm usually in good health, you know it best."

It was rare for Wen Zheng not to refute, and carefully put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, watching him not speak.

The delicious and light meat porridge exudes a faint aroma of medicinal materials, flowing into the internal organs, and the whole person seems to be alive.

Not to mention that it was fed by the person he likes, Yi Chengyun was a little ecstatic for a while, and there was an unexpected harvest after a minor illness.

After dinner in the rare silence, Yi Chengyun reckoned that Wen Zheng's anger should have almost subsided, raised his hand to signal him to sit beside him, turned on the phone, and said solemnly: "There is my physical examination report in it, and the data shows that My body is functioning normally in all aspects."

Wen Zheng's eyes darken: What the hell? !

"I don't want to hide it from you. I plan to bring it up after dinner." Yi Chengyun put his hand on the unlock button, scratched his face with his knuckles, and asked jokingly: "Speaking of which, why am I a princess?" ? Obviously I am older than you."

He did want to tell Wen Zheng that he was not feeling well in the afternoon, but he would downplay it so lightly that it would not attract attention.

"Rogue!" Wen Zheng took the phone angrily and amusedly, and when the screen turned on, he was dumbfounded: "What does this main screen mean?!"

The author has something to say: 1. Yi Chengyun: The promised nurse-patient play?

Wen Zheng: In your dream!

Yi Chengyun (grievance): The princess and prince can also play!

Wen Zheng: I am %$^%&^%^&%&%

2. Wen Zheng: If the tiger doesn't show its power, you treat me as a sick cat!

Yi Chengyun: What should I do if I think my wife is cuter? !

感谢在2020-04-1620:31:40~2020-04-2723:46:32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: Erha does not demolish one house;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Erha does not dismantle 8 bottle;

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