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

There were less than five days left before the wedding, and since the two of them "get on the train first and then pay for the ticket", Wen Zheng didn't have much real feeling about the marriage until the evening of this day.

He stared blankly at the picture of the ring, and let the tailor measure the size for him, his mind was muddled.

After a busy afternoon, Zhou Jun sent off the staff of the dress shop and brand store one after another, and reported to Wen Zheng:

"The finished ring and dress will be delivered directly to Yi's old house tomorrow. I look forward to your wedding."

"Thank you."

Responding weakly, Wen Zheng lay on the sofa, accidentally saw a popular video, and sat up in shock:

Someone photographed the conflict in the racecourse, and there was a section from an excellent angle, which clearly captured how Wen Qi attacked Wen Zheng for no reason.

There are various comments under the video. Wen Qi has always assumed that his mother died early, was bullied by his stepmother and younger brother, and could only struggle to survive in the entertainment industry.As soon as the video came out, fans felt sorry for him being "harassed" by Peng Lin, and at the same time, Heizi also danced vividly: a tag of #闻祭是白莲吗# quickly became popular.

According to the past development, all the unfavorable news to Wen Qi will soon be suppressed by Fan Rui.But the strange thing is that the number of views of this video has been rising steadily; including Wen Qi's own official Weibo, it seems that he is also pretending to be dead.

Not only that, except for Wen Qi's fans, few people have noticed the one after another broadcast: Wen Qi plans to participate in the variety shows and dramas in the next month, and the list of actors will be changed almost at the same time-he will be removed from it.

Yawning, Wen Zheng turned off the video, lay down on the sofa bored, and sent a message to ask Yi Chengyun:

Did you send the video?Fan Rui ignored it?

Yi Chengyun replied at the speed of light: Why do you care what Fan Rui thinks?

Wen Zheng was puzzled: Why should I care about him?You already knew about the relationship between Fan Rui and Wen Qi, but can't I gossip?

It took a while for Yi Chengyun to send a word: Yes

Wen Zheng noticed something was wrong:? ? ?Speak straight, don't be weird.

After this message, Yi Chengyun remained silent for almost half an hour, but finally replied with something irrelevant:

"Have you chosen the ring yet? I may not be able to come back by dinner time, so don't wait."

Who is waiting for you?

After pressing down the phone, Wen Zheng opened his notebook and began to search for Wen's activities during this period.More and more problems were exposed in the hotel project. Wen's father tried his best, and finally he couldn't contain the fire. During this time, Wen's stock fell like jumping off a cliff.

But the centipede is dead but not stiff, if Wen Shi comes to die, Yi Chengyun may not be relaxed.

"Why didn't you reply to the message?"

When it was almost time for dinner, Yi Chengyun hurried home, and when he entered the door, he asked:

"Why haven't you eaten yet? Are you waiting for me?"

"Being passionate about yourself is the cure for the disease."

Turning off the computer, Wen Zheng stood up slowly from the sofa, and replied calmly:

"The ring has been chosen, and I can pick it up the day after tomorrow."

Taking off his coat, Yi Chengyun took the tablet he handed over, pretended to casually glance at the sample diagram, nodded and said:

"Not bad, keep it simple."

The two sat down at the dining table together, Zhou Jun asked the servant to bring the hot meal, Wen Zheng spoke first:

"I heard that my dad seems to be seeking Fan's help."

In her previous life, in the name of saving the family business, Wen Qi half-heartedly married Fan Rui, who had been coveting him for a long time. Relying on the protection of Fan's family, from now on, he will be as happy as he is.

Yi Chengyun paused the hand that picked up the chopsticks, and asked with a half-smile, "Are you afraid that I won't be able to handle it?"

"That's right, I'm afraid that you will overturn the car and take me into the ditch."

A chopstick smashed the scallops in the bowl, Wen Zheng glanced at him, and said angrily:

"This news is for you, go and check Fan's Soli project, maybe it can be delayed for a while."

It's not helping him, but the two are in the same boat, Wen Zheng convinced himself in his heart.

Yi Chengyun was startled: "Suo Li?"

In my impression, this is just an inconspicuous small charity project, but Wen Zheng specifically mentioned that there should be his intentions.

"Still can't tell me the source?"

I didn't expect Wen Zheng to say it, but Yi Chengyun just mentioned it casually, but he heard the man say seriously:

"Yes, but I can assure you that it has nothing to do with the Fan brothers."

After drinking the chicken soup in the bowl in one gulp, Wen Zheng wiped his mouth politely, raised his eyebrows and looked at Yi Chengyun who was staring at him from the other side:

"So stop arranging some mess for me."

His eyes were focused and serious, without any trace of lying, he looked like a different person from when they were fighting in the past; Yi Chengyun's brows gradually relaxed, and the dark clouds that shrouded his heart in the afternoon were swept away.

"We're going to take wedding photos the day after tomorrow."

With a low cough to cover up the raised corners of his lips, Yi Chengyun put down the spoon and asked in deliberation:

"You really don't want to invite people from the Wen family?"

Waving his hand, Wen Zheng smiled wryly and said, "Forget it, so as not to spoil the fun."

Due to the rush of time, the wedding photos were taken directly in the garden of the villa. In one group of photos, the two horses "Martha" and "Sunflower" were specially brought together. In the bright sunshine, the handsome two held hands, as if they were in love with each other. A knight hunting in the woods.

There is also a group of photos of Wen Zheng leaning against the fountain and lowering his head, Yi Chengyun half kneeling on the ground, stretching out his hand to him, the two look at each other devoutly and sacredly.

If there is a fly in the ointment, it may be that even when taking pictures, Yi Chengyun still looks paralyzed.

Wen Zheng couldn't see it, he tiptoed slightly, and reached out his hand to pinch his cheek like a prank:

"Mr. Yi, let go."

The photographer seized the opportunity to press the shutter: "click"

In the camera, Yi Chengyun looked down at Wen Zheng, his deep eyes were filled with the appearance of a lover; while Wen Zheng held his face in both hands, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and love seemed to overflow the screen.

This time, a total of dozens of dresses were prepared, which were selected by the two of them after asking Mrs. Yi to keep it simple. Dozens of photos were taken in one set, and the interior and exterior scenes were enough for them to shoot from afternoon to night.

"What are you looking at?"

When changing the dress in the room, Yi Chengyun took off his tie in his spare time, generously met the secretly observing eyes on the other side, and asked half-jokingly:

"envious?"

Yi Chengyun's figure is indeed good, usually in a suit and leather shoes, you can see that his shoulders are broad and his waist is narrow, and his figure is well-proportioned; now that he has unbuttoned his shirt, his strong eight-pack abdominal muscles are clearly outlined. There is meat".

Couldn't help but take a second look, Wen Zheng blushed, refused to admit defeat and said:

"I have what you have, so what is there to envy? Will you lose a piece of meat if you look at it?"

Speaking of which, since the time at the hotel, this is the second time that they have been naked in front of each other.

"Is it?"

Quickly took off his shirt, Yi Chengyun was only wearing a pair of trousers, his male hormones were at their peak, he walked barefoot to Wen Zheng who was also changing clothes, and said casually:

"Then show me back."

Trying to look away from his undulating muscle lines, Wen Zheng staggered a few steps and retreated unconsciously:

"W-why? Can't you look at your own?"

Equestrian riders have strict weight requirements. Of course, Wen Zheng has also exercised his muscles, but he is still thinner than Yi Chengyun.

"I have what you have,"

Deliberately repeating his words, Yi Chengyun is like a black panther teasing its prey, forcing Wen Zheng, who has exploded fur, into a corner step by step, with one hand propped against the wall:

"Then why can't I see you?"

Yi Chengyun has a strange habit, he doesn't like brands, and only uses private customization.

For example, the perfume he uses today is tailor-made for him: the sweet vanilla neutralizes the pungent rum, and the lingering musk aftertaste gives people a sense of firmness and straightness, masculine without losing the gentlemanly demeanor.

Enveloped by the full and fragrant aroma of alcohol, Wen Zheng was dizzy and retreated to the wall, unable to avoid it; he pressed his back against the wall and raised his hand to push Yi Chengyun, but when he bumped into the When he saw his strong abdominal muscles, he quickly withdrew his hand as if being scalded, gritted his teeth and said:

"Beast, don't come here."

With a chuckle, Yi Chengyun lowered his eyes to look at his puffy cheeks, which were white and fragrant like whipped cream wrapped around a cake.

The beast hasn't finished its mouth yet, Yi Chengyun thought so.

Wen Zheng is only a little shorter than him. From his angle, he can just unbutton the two-button shirt, and see a piece of whiteness inside, as well as the looming...

Yi Chengyun's eyes darkened, even though it was only for one night, in his impression the place feels very good, smooth and tender; taking a bite and leaving a few red marks is even more pleasing to the eye.

The quietly raised hand was suddenly pushed back to the top of the head, Wen Zheng half opened his mouth, and stared at the expressionless Yi Chengyun in disbelief:

"Yi, let go!"

Hearing this title, Yi Chengyun frowned, and unconsciously lowered his face:

"You should get rid of this habit of doing things when you disagree with each other. Also, I don't like this name."

Still unsatisfied, he glanced under Wen Zheng's collar, Yi Chengyun leaned against his ear, his nose was filled with the faint grassy fragrance, restrained himself from biting his earlobe, and asked in a low voice:

"We are officially husband and wife, don't you think we should change the name?"