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

The air in the car seemed to suddenly become thinner, Wen Zheng's mouth was slightly opened because of his shock, and his whole body tensed up in an instant.

I know you very well? !

Wen Zheng's breath lingered on the man's body, and he instinctively raised his hand to push him away, but he didn't expect Yi Chengyun to be so strong that he almost wanted to rub him into his arms.

"All right."

As the car drove past the security booth where reporters were ambushing, Yi Chengyun stood up calmly, ignoring the man's stunned expression, and straightened his messy collar.

"Can't you tell me in advance?!"

Wen Zheng was about to hit him in the face with a backhand, but his wrist was firmly held in mid-air, and he said through gritted teeth:

"Go away!"

After waking up in the hotel, he slapped him hard, Yi Chengyun grabbed him with one hand, and put his other hand on his side, and the tip of their noses almost touched:

"I don't fall for the same trick twice,"

Wen Zheng couldn't move, he could only stare blankly: "Why are you crazy?!"

Smiling instead of anger, Yi Chengyun lacquered his eyes and tightly closed his eyes, and said in a low voice next to his ear, one word at a time:

"The scene just now was to deal with reporters, at most there was a title of 'Newlyweds kissing in the car'; no matter how restless you are, do you believe it will be replaced by 'Newlyweds in the car shock on the road'?"

His back was chilled by his tone, but Wen Zheng refused to admit defeat, raised his head provocatively: "How dare you?"

"click"

The partition curtain in the car was drawn, and Yi Chengyun skillfully took out a bottle of unsealed red wine from the small refrigerator, and couldn't help but restrain Wen Zheng's hands, the cool mouth of the bottle pressed against his mouth like a threat, and the round glass rolled past him lips, the tone is so casual:

"I've heard this can be used for fun."

Scalp tingling, Wen Zheng struggled and cursed: "Help you *beast"

"Mr. Yi? Mr. Wen?"

The driver's voice rescued the two who were about to explode. Although the partition curtain could prevent people outside from hearing the inside, the knock on the window could still be heard inside:

"It's already here, Madam is waiting in front of the gate, is it convenient to open the door?"

"I'll let you off this time."

Reluctantly not wanting to let go, Yi Chengyun shook the bottle like a demonstration, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Next time I'll let you know that I always walk the talk."

Seizing the opportunity to curse "crazy", Wen Zheng fled open the car door, his chest heaved violently, and breathed in the fresh air from the middle of the mountain.

This lunatic, Wen Zheng was so angry that he couldn't stop talking to him.

A gentle female voice approached from far away: "Is it Mr. Wen?"

Trying his best to pretend nothing had happened, Wen Zheng stood up straight, wiped his face, and forced out a smile that he thought was "handy":

"Yes, hello."

This is the first time Wen Zheng has seen Meng Yi up close, and he has never had a formal face-to-face before. The woman is obviously well-dressed, wearing a dignified blue velvet dress and a very textured pearl necklace, she looks Elegant.

According to common sense, it was Yi Chengyun who should come forward to introduce them to each other at this time, Wen Zheng glanced quietly from the corner of his eye, and the man was just stepping out of the car leisurely, as if nothing had happened, not in the slightest anxiety.

Rolling his eyes in his heart, Wen Zheng stepped forward to hold Mrs. Yi's hand, politely and flatteringly said:

"You must be Mrs. Yi. I didn't expect you to look so young. If you didn't know that Cheng Yun is the only child, you would have thought you were siblings."

"You're such a sweet kid."

I was worried that Wen Zheng would treat her indifferently like a son, but Meng Yi was flattered, holding his hand with both hands, smiling so hard that her eyes narrowed, trying her best to save the situation:

"What's your name, Mrs. Yi? Mom."

Glancing lightly at the clenched hands of the two, Yi Chengyun took two steps forward and hugged Wen Zheng's arm, and felt that the person in his arms tensed up suddenly, which reminded him of a cat with its ears erected, it was very fun, If nothing happened, said:

"Okay, it's cold outside, let's go in and eat."

Before it was time for dinner, Yi Chengyun made an excuse to take Wen Zheng to say hello to his grandfather first, and the two walked through the corridor to the study, their backs looked like a loving couple.

But seeing no one around, Wen Zheng turned sideways and forced Yi Chengyun against the wall, punched him hard, took advantage of the opportunity when he was bent over in pain, grabbed him by the collar, and warned:

"Don't dare to say such nonsense, I will castrate you tonight when you fall asleep!"

Yi Chengyun raised his eyes slightly, and met the man's angry face with great interest. At this moment, Wen Zheng raised two thick eyebrows, his chin was slightly raised, his pitch-black phoenix eyes opened into apricot circles, piercing, and his pale pink lips parted slightly. Open, like a kitten with teeth and claws; with his height, you can see the small and tender tip of the tongue inside, if you put your fingers in it...

Forgetting the pain for a moment, Yi Chengyun's Adam's apple couldn't help sliding, and he replied calmly:

"Don't be afraid, this is my home. Even if I want to deal with you, I have to wait to go back. But you, like a frightened bird, people who are not familiar with you think that I am a domestic violence, and you are fine."

A servant's footsteps could be heard not far away, Wen Zheng shook off his collar in disgust, his teeth itching with hatred: "Don't be so loud."

After arranging his clothes, Yi Chengyun straightened up, his eyes flashed, his bad thoughts disappeared, and he immediately returned to his previous calm appearance:

"Let's go, grandpa wants to see you very much."

As soon as the door of the study was opened, Wen Zheng smelled a refreshing sandalwood fragrance. On the small table of the mahogany carved Arhat couch, there was a pure gold antique incense burner with two dragons playing with pearls, wisps of green smoke scattered in all directions, and the atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful.

The old man with gray hair leaning on the recliner saw the two people come in and closed the book in his hand:

"Come here, come and sit down."

He obediently sat next to Grandpa Yi. When Wen Zheng was a child, he occasionally heard the old man's "sturdy deeds" from Grandpa Wen and Father Wen. In addition, Yi Chengyun grew up with him, so it can be seen that it is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp. ;Wen Zheng pulled himself together:

"Hello grandpa."

"He looks really talented."

Holding Wen Zheng's hand, Grandpa Yi sat up from the recliner with the help of Yi Chengyun, leaned on the soft pillow, and waved to his grandson:

"You go out first, I want to have a good chat with my good grandson-in-law."

Yi Chengyun frowned unconsciously, and politely obstructed: "Grandpa..."

"Listen to grandpa."

Probably wanting to hit him, Wen Zheng is used to this kind of routine, pretending to be obedient and echoing:

"Go and do your thing."

The old and the young in the room had their own thoughts, watching the hesitant Yi Chengyun disappear behind the door, Wen Zheng then heard Grandpa Yi say:

"Do you think that I want to show you off?"

With a move in his heart, Wen Zheng raised his eyes in doubt, and couldn't help being stunned; the old man's eyebrows were very similar to Yi Chengyun's, but with more vicissitudes and calmness. Grandpa Yi asked again:

"Do I look like an old fool?"

Wen Zheng subconsciously denied it: "Of course not."

Grandpa Yi smiled, did not expose him, and pointed to the sandalwood bookcase:

"See that brocade box? I have bad legs, can you bring it here for me?"

It was an exquisitely crafted yellow satin gift box with exquisite patterns. It was placed in the corner of the bookcase, but there was no trace of dust.

After Wen Zheng brought the box to the two of them, Grandpa Yi nodded: "Open it and have a look."

Carefully holding up the lid, Wen Zheng couldn't help holding his breath, Chi asked: "This..."

A black pure velvet wide-brimmed bowler hat was placed in a square box covered with silk and satin.

At first glance, Wen Zheng could tell that this top hat was of great value, and it seemed to be hand-made from the traditional craftsmanship of the Rice Workshop, which was favored by the British royal family.

"This is the hat left by Grandpa Chengyun. He was the first batch of overseas students in Huaguo."

Calloused fingers rubbed the brim of the hat, Grandpa Yi kept studying the expression on Wen Zheng's face, and said slowly:

"I don't know if you should change it if you wear it."

Startled, Wen Zheng raised his head in surprise and opened his eyes wide: "I wear it?"

"I watched the video of your game this afternoon, it's very good."

He patted his hand kindly. Grandpa Yi had seen countless people, so he somehow knew that his grandson didn't miss him. Moreover, Yi Chengyun's attitude was very clear in the afternoon, and he said:

"Keep this for you to wear during the Olympics, is that okay?"

Unexpectedly, Grandpa Yi would pay attention to his game, Wen Zheng supported his hand excitedly, and replied tremblingly: "I will work hard."

"I'm getting old, and now I don't ask for anything except to see the safety and stability of my juniors, do you understand?"

Grandpa Yi beat his knees with his skinny arms. His legs became difficult to move on the day Yi Chengyun's father was buried. His voice was deep and low:

"Cheng Yun likes you very much, I hope you will be peaceful and beautiful in the future, so that I can feel at ease."

Coming out of grandpa's room, Wen Zheng was holding the gift box in his hand in a daze, and he didn't recover for a moment, when he accidentally pulled his arm, Yi Chengyun's voice rang beside his ear:

"What did you say in there?"

"Speaking ill of you." Angrily, Wen Zheng shook off his hand, protecting the gift box preciously, not bothering to argue with him:

"This is a gift from my grandfather, don't move."

Yi Chengyun: ...

At dinner, Meng Yi asked her servants to prepare a big meal, and kept adding food to Wen Zheng, and mentioned the wedding of the two:

"The wedding will be held in the garden of the Yi family's mansion. Mom will contact the best designers and flower shops. The number of guests is limited. Only invite the closest relatives of the two businesses and a few close relatives. What do you think?"

It was rare for Yi Chengyun to speak softly to her: "Thank you, Mom."

Wen Zheng sat next to him, focusing on dealing with the piles of dishes in the bowl, and also thanked:

"Mom is so nice, you can eat too."

Seeing that the two were in a good mood, Meng Yi felt relieved and asked:

"As long as you like it, eat slowly, it's so late, why don't you stay here tonight?"

Without answering immediately, Wen Zheng glanced at Yi Chengyun, who happened to be looking at him too.

Putting down his chopsticks, Yi Chengyun briskly replied: "Well, it just so happens that I'm on vacation tomorrow and I have something to do, so it's just right to stay."

He turned his head and asked Wen Zheng, "What about you?"

Wen Zheng didn't understand his logic, but since "Old Gong" said so, he had to show him some face in front of the Yi family, and agreed:

"me too."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zheng realized later: Don't you have to share the bed with Yi Chengyun at night? !

As the saying goes, what you are afraid of will come. After dinner, Wen Zheng looked at the two-meter-wide bed and felt a splitting headache.

So when Yi Chengyun came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he saw a big lump on the bed at a glance.

Walking lightly to the side of the bed, he poked Wen Zheng, who had wrapped himself up in a ball, with his fingers, and asked tentatively:

"Are you asleep?"

The man didn't respond, Yi Chengyun held back his laughter, and said to himself: "It looks like he's asleep."

There was a sound of "click", and the room was suddenly dark.

About half an hour later, Wen Zheng quietly lifted a corner of the quilt, pricked up his ears to listen for some movement, then rubbed his hands secretly to feel under the pillow...then found nothing.

A beating voice sounded faintly from the other end of the bed: "Are you looking for this?"