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

Throwing aside the quilt violently, Wen Zheng turned his head angrily, and saw Yi Chengyun's handsome, deceptive face illuminated by the dark yellow light of his cell phone, with a sly smile on his face, the man was holding the Mark he had hidden in his hand. Pen.

As if he was afraid that he couldn't see clearly, Yi Chengyun turned on the light with one hand, flexibly turned the pen holder with the other, and said casually:

"Ten years."

Wen Zheng blinked: he actually still remembered...

Sitting up, Wen Zheng stretched out his hand to grab the pen in his hand, and warned in a low voice:

"give me back."

Easily dodging Wen Zheng's hand, Yi Chengyun raised the pen out of his reach, half-jokingly said:

"You weren't so fierce when we slept together for the first time."

"Don't talk so misleadingly!"

Once again the snatch failed, Wen Zheng rushed to nothing, but instead he held his hands, bit the back of his hand angrily, and cursed vaguely:

"You lunatic!"

The "bad relationship" between the two began when they were 15 years old in an equestrian show in Australia. It was Wenzheng's first time to participate in an international competition. His excellent performance was praised by many equestrian seniors; , He rode his horse and galloped all the way, but he couldn't find the way he came when he looked back.

Australia is vast and sparsely populated, and it is especially dangerous to be outdoors at night. Wen Zheng still remembered that he walked alone into the dark, hungry and tired, and had to worry about being beaten up by a kangaroo that appeared from nowhere.

Fortunately, when he was about to despair, he saw Yi Chengyun, who was sent by his parents to "experience life"-fruit picking by the edge of a fruit forest.

Yi Chengyun not only took him in for the night, but also helped him contact the summer camp teachers. When he knew that the next day was his birthday, he even made him a simple cake with his own hands.

Wen Zheng once thought that the other party was a good person, and was very grateful to him, until after waking up, he found that his face was painted as an African black, and Yi Chengyun used a pure black marker pen that could not be washed off.

Ten years later, the devil in angel skin accidentally slept next to Wen Zheng again, playing with a marker pen in his hand.

"As I said, this is my grandfather's house. Even if I want to clean up you, I have to wait to go back."

Lying on his side with his head half propped up, Yi Chengyun had a charming smile on his lips, and calmly said:

"If you still want to go your own way, I would like to remind you that the sound insulation in the bedroom is very good, and we are in the 'love period' again, so it is not surprising that anything happens."

Jianwenzheng's eyes were still full of "Ghosts only come from believing in you", Yi Chengyun smiled helplessly and pointed to the sky:

"I swear to God, I won't smear your face tonight. If I do, please protect me from doing it, okay?"

Wen Zheng hugged the quilt tightly, bit his lower lip, still worried: "Throw away the pen first."

"Snapped"

The marker pen, which was thicker than a spoon, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and was accurately dropped from the window gap to the garden.

Yi Chengyun spread his hands: "Is it alright?"

His attitude was too frank, and Wen Zheng was even more disturbed, half-believing and half-questioning: "You didn't hide it, did you?"

"Not here." Almost laughing out loud, Yi Chengyun lay down in a comfortable position, and patted the mattress:

"Go to sleep, or you will wake up tomorrow with dark circles under your eyes, and you may be arranged in a different way."

After a lot of tossing, it was already early morning, Wen Zheng's eyelids were fighting automatically, half pushed and half turned on the light and fell asleep, not forgetting to threaten:

"Don't move your hands and feet! If you dare to come here at night, you will really be unable to stand up in the future!"

He still remembered that time in Australia, because Yi Chengyun's boarding house had only one guest room, and the two of them shared the same bed, the man kept rubbing against Yi Chengyun's arms on the pretext of being "afraid of the dark".

Thinking about it now, Wen Zheng hated himself for being such a fool at that time, for actually believing his lies, and even consoling him in turn!

"Remember so clearly,"

Yi Chengyun turned a deaf ear to his "threat", raised his hand and stroked his smooth short hair, and rarely said in a soft voice:

"It's 12 o'clock, happy birthday."

Unexpectedly, the first person to say happy birthday to himself this year would be Yi Chengyun, Wen Zheng smiled self-deprecatingly, it used to be automatic blessing text messages sent by various banks.

Wen Zheng raised and lowered his hand that wanted to hit him, but before he could say "thank you", he heard the man say in a hoarse voice:

"Liar liar."

Shrinking under the quilt, Wen Zheng closed his eyes, and muttered: "You have the nerve to call me, big liar."

Yi Chengyun lay on his side beside him, motionless, with his eyes half closed, trying to outline the outline of his facial features in the dark; until he heard his even breathing, Fang quietly stood up, and seemed to fall on his eyelids A light kiss.

The regular biological clock opened Wen Zheng's eyes at six o'clock in the morning. He turned over in a daze, stretched his hand to the side unconsciously, and vaguely noticed something wrong: there was nothing around him.

Yi Chengyun wouldn't have missed the night to pick up the markers, right?

As soon as this thought came up, Wen Zheng lost all sleepiness in an instant, struggled to get up, and suddenly heard a voice from the other end of the house:

"What? Want to attack again?"

Following his voice, Wen Zheng shook his head, and saw Yi Chengyun sitting at the desk, with a headset on one ear, his hands on the keyboard, his head slightly tilted, staring at him with a half-smile.

After reacting, Wen Zheng hastily grabbed his phone and turned on the selfie mode:

He secretly made up his mind that if Yi Chengyun broke his promise, even if there was a handwriting on his face, he would never give up easily.

The person on the phone screen is sleepy-eyed and has messy short hair, but his face is clean.

Yi Chengyun watched his performance with a smile all the way: "Are you satisfied?"

Putting down the phone as if relieved, Wen Zheng deliberately ignored him, lay down and continued to sleep, but heard the man say:

"Your father doesn't admit defeat, what do you think?"

Yawning, Wen Zheng turned over and asked lazily, "What did he do?"

Wen Zheng didn't know it himself, his face was dazed just after waking up, his white and smooth cheeks were as tender as a freshly peeled lychee.

It took a while to look away, Yi Chengyun coughed lightly, and said in a deep voice:

"Wen's legal team is collecting information and wants to sue us for breach of contract."

"That's it,"

Glancing at the time, Wen Zheng still didn't want to get up, so he lay on his back and covered his eyes with one hand:

"Have you contacted the design institute? What did they say after reading the architectural drawings?"

Taking a sip of coffee, Yi Chengyun raised his head and saw the sunlight hitting Wen Zheng's quilt, leaving a white circle of light. He put down the cup and replied unhurriedly:

"I have analyzed it with professors at home and abroad. They admit that there are unreasonable things, but few are willing to testify. Your father should have made arrangements earlier, and this card cannot be played too early."

"Do you know Cheng Hai?"

Pushing back the quilt, Wen Zheng sat up, hugged the pillow, and turned to look at him:

"The former shareholder of the Wen family abdicated a month ago and transferred most of the shares to Ren Yu, the partner of the Fan family. Cheng Hai knew a lot of inside information, and he was the one who connected my dad and the relevant leaders."

Hearing the mention of "Fan's family" again, Yi Chengyun's eyes filled with anger, he hid it very carefully, and pretended to ask casually:

"Why do you know so many things about the Fan family? As far as I know, Cheng Hai took his whole family abroad half a month ago to recuperate. Could it be related to this project? There is one more thing, you have to think about it,"

With a low cough, Yi Chengyun deliberated and said:

"If it's really the last step, your dad may go to jail."

Wen Zheng didn't blink: "I can't tell you the source. As for my dad, he chose this path himself, so he should have the consciousness to bear the consequences."

What's more, singing behind bars is better than losing your life.

Not surprised by this answer, Yi Chengyun closed the computer, walked to the wardrobe, and turned his head to look at him:

"Get up, and follow me to a place later."

Stretching, Wen Zheng moved his shoulders, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Why didn't you tell me yesterday? My schedule is very full."

That being said, the two of them finished grooming after a while, and when they went downstairs to the dining room, they saw that Mrs. Yi had finished her breakfast and greeted them:

"Wake up so early, don't sleep much?"

Yi Chengyun nodded towards her, and replied: "No, I have something to do later."

The two sat down. Wen Zheng saw the longevity peaches and red eggs on the table, and was taken aback for a while, then heard Mrs. Yi smile and say:

"I heard that it's your birthday today. I don't know if you young people are used to eating these things. Take it as a favor. If you don't like it, don't force it. The housekeeper will push up Western-style pastries and coffee milk in a while."

Because he and his eldest brother Wen Qi had the same birthday, except for the time when he was accidentally "taken in" by Yi Chengyun, Wen Zheng had never had a birthday that belonged only to him, and Wen Qi always stole all the limelight every time.

But how did Mrs. Yi know his birthday?

Wen Zheng sniffled, and tried his best to maintain a calm and polite appearance, so as not to let Yi Chengyun's mother and son see the difference: "Thank you, Mom."

While eating, he secretly looked at Yi Chengyun suspiciously, and saw that the man was poking an egg away calmly, as if he didn't notice his gaze at all.

Forget it, Wen Zheng silently took a bite of the longevity peach, anyway, even if he asked Yi Chengyun, that person would not tell the truth.

After breakfast, the two said goodbye to Grandpa Yi and Mrs. Yi. Yi Chengyun took Wen Zheng to the garage, and pointed at a sports car seemingly casually:

"This is the Lamborghini that someone gave me two days ago. I don't know how it compares to the Ferrari F60. Would you like to take a gamble?"

Wen Zheng followed his line of sight, and couldn't help but see a bright light: Lamborghini Poison Convertible, there are only eight cars in the world, dazzling silver-white, streamlined design, it is one of Wen Zheng's favorite models.

"This one should be better." Wen Zheng stretched out his hand to caress the roof of the Lamborghini, couldn't help itching, and asked casually, "What's the bet?"

Yi Chengyun saw his actions, threw the car keys to him, and replied calmly: "I haven't thought about it, do you want to compete?"

Wen Zheng caught it firmly, opened the car door first, and raised his head: "Come on, you haven't lost to me for a long time."

Yi Chengyun: Heh

Without further ado, they got into the car respectively, and two sports cars, one black and one white, flew out of Yi's garage like two bolts of lightning.

At this time, the suburban roads were unimpeded. Wen Zheng drove all the way down from the middle of the mountain. The feeling of the wind and electricity was really enjoyable. The road was open and unrestrained.

"Work harder." He proudly gestured to Yi Chengyun who was half a car away: "Don't be like a tortoise."

Yi Chengyun put his hands on the steering wheel, and glanced at Wen Zheng who was in front of him intentionally or unintentionally. The wind blew on that person's face, slightly raising his black bangs, and the warm sun gently sprinkled on the contours of Wen Zheng's facial features. His whole body was covered with a layer of golden velvet light.

Forcibly withdrawing his gaze, Yi Chengyun felt his heart beating faster than the speed of a sports car, and thought to himself that it was right not to step on the accelerator to the fullest, otherwise it would not be so good to see Wen Zheng driving.

"I won!" Wen Zheng drove to the finish line in one breath, stretched his waist as if he was still unsatisfied, patted on the car door, and raised his eyebrows at Yi Chengyun who had just stopped: "How?"

Yi Chengyun still looked paralyzed, and said indifferently: "I usually drive less, and I don't perform well."

Wen Zheng leaned on the seat with one hand, raised his head and teased him: "Ou Kuo, President Yi is starting to play tricks."

Yi Chengyun covered his mouth and intentionally made a unwilling expression: "No, why not use it as a bet and lose to you."

He said, pointing to the other side of their driveway.

Curiously following his gaze, Wen Zheng gasped and was dumbfounded: "Are you serious?"

He didn't pay much attention when he was betting, but now he realizes that the place Yi Chengyun is pointing at is the largest private racecourse in the whole province.

Before Wen Zheng could continue, a familiar figure came out of the racecourse and waved at them: "Wen Zheng, are you here?"

Chatting with the coach for a long time at the racecourse, after lunch, Wen Zhengfang reluctantly returned to the villa, and heard from the servant that Yi Chengyun had come back first and was processing documents in the study.

He was lying outside the door with a guilty conscience, and looked in through the crack of the door: Yi Chengyun was wearing a white shirt and a gray vest, sitting upright, staring at the screen intently, with a capable and agile demeanor, which is what a prudent elite should look like.

Wen Zheng could imagine how busy this man was at work, and wondered how he found time to work on the racecourse.

After struggling for the whole afternoon, Wen Zheng couldn't say "thank you" until the two of them had dinner together, and awkwardly said:

"Aren't you afraid that I will make the racecourse lose money?"

Putting down the knife and fork calmly, Yi Chengyun wiped his mouth gracefully, but said another thing:

"After my uncle met Assistant Fan Rui today, he was caught by my people as soon as he went out. What you said is indeed true."

The raised red wine glass shook, and Yi Chengyun looked at him playfully:

"Even if you lose money, you still have a lot of information to exchange, don't you?"

Wen Zheng turned his head: "Hmph."

Perhaps because of the surprise in the afternoon, Wen Zheng didn't even notice that Yi Chengyun was "abnormally honest" at night, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

And Yi Chengyun, who was lying beside him, opened his eyes and stared at the hour hand on the watch in the dark, holding his breath and counting down.

When the hour hand passed the "twelve", Yi Chengyun quietly sat up, carefully twisted the pen hidden in the lampshade, and said with mouth:

"birthday present."

……

In the morning, when Wen Zheng opened his eyes, he vaguely saw that his hand was black for some reason, and then saw that the person sleeping beside him had disappeared, and immediately had an ominous premonition.

He frantically turned on the phone camera, and the moment he saw the face, his growl suddenly resounded throughout the villa:

"The surname is Yi! There is a kind of heads-up!!!"