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

In the resplendent hotel lobby, nearly a hundred reporters stared intently at the two handsome young men on the stage.

"Second thing, I, Yi Chengyun, have registered with Mr. Wen Zhengwen, and the wedding will be held in a week."

When Yi Chengyun's voice spread throughout the venue through the microphone, Wen Zheng indifferently glanced at the eyes that were more frightened than surprised. If the scene didn't allow it, he really wanted to laugh out loud.

Wen Zheng, the second son of the Wen Group, the ex-equestrian who just announced his retirement yesterday, and the planning and management manager of the Wen Group who is about to take office, when he was only one day away from turning 26, he met his long-time rival—Yi Chengyun, announced marriage.

In stark contrast to the astonished and melon-eating crowd, the two protagonists stood indifferently in front of the podium, with faces full of nothing to do with themselves.

Having said that, both of them are more than 1.8 meters tall, one is imposing, handsome and tough;

Yi Chengyun on the left had his face paralyzed as usual, with his hands resting on Wen Zheng's shoulders, his eyes seemed serious and dignified; but Wen Zheng could tell at a glance that this person was just bored and distracted in silence.

As the leader of the Yi Group, Yi Chengyun is not only the same age as Wen Zheng, but both of them competed for the title of "College Grass" in the same university when they were studying, they also competed for the cover of magazines on the same day after graduation, and they even competed for several villas last month; Deliberately choosing to marry on the same day is no surprise, but no one expected that the object would be each other.

The single nobles digested it internally. This kind of news will make many beautiful men and women who dream of marrying a wealthy family cry and wet their pillows, right?

Wen Zheng thought gloatingly, until now, he had the real feeling of "living again".

In his previous life, he was called "the shame of Huaguo" and faced multiple charges. The last scene of his life was a truck that ran over him head-on.

Only after his death did he realize that the world he lived in was a small novel, and he was just cannon fodder to set off the aura of the protagonist, who was only worthy of being briefly mentioned in memories.

When he opened his eyes again, Wen Zheng didn't have time to be surprised that "there is a presidential suite in hell", the next second, he turned his head and saw Yi Chengyun's handsome and angry face, less than one centimeter away from him.

The torn shirts of the two people in the room were lying on the ground in such a big way, and there were torn trousers, ties, and belts farther away... like a flower path paving the way to the door?Pooh!

A pair of black boxer pants was hooked obliquely on the bedside lamp holder, and there were several used "balloons" at the end of the bed, and Wen Zheng's whole body seemed to be trampled by a horse's hoof, especially the piercing pain, which was too unforgettable.

He was actually reborn two months before his death, the day he "wow~" after drinking with Yi Chengyun.

Still, why go back at this time?

After waking up, Wen Zheng resisted the indescribable needle-like pain on his body, trying to clear his mind.

Do you think his previous life was not miserable enough?Or do you want him to kneel more standardly?

Wen Zheng's mouth curled into a weird smile: I don't!

As if sensing something, Yi Chengyun's eyelids moved, and a pair of obsidian-like pupils suddenly lit up, looking fixedly at the people around him.

After the deathly silence, Wen Zheng closed his eyes, and said in the most disgusting voice he thought, "Old Gong."

President Yi, whose brain froze on the spot: ...

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, Wen Zheng sat down on the pillow quietly after eating and drinking, and looked at the new contract between the two; the other party in the contract, Yi Chengyun was sitting by the window wearing a bathrobe , with a faint slap mark on his face.

Wen Zheng got drunk last night, and the wine was "sprinkled", even though there were only a few fragments in his mind that he wanted to forget as soon as possible, judging from the pain on his body and the "traces of the crime", Yi Chengyun was a well-dressed beast.

"Is there anything to add?"

In view of being slapped just now, Yi Chengyun cautiously kept a safe distance from Wen Zheng, and said in a muffled voice:

"The medicine and clothes will be delivered in 10 minutes."

"No."

Hearing the word "medicine", Wen Zheng felt another dull pain as if echoing, but he did not admit defeat:

"There are quick enough ones, just like you are on the bed."

Why is the contract drafted so quickly!Is Yi's lawyer so idle? !

"Ten hours to zero,"

Calmly closing the computer, Yi Chengyun stood up without making a sound, looked down at him from a high position at the end of the bed, and said with a blank expression:

"If it's not enough to convince you to take back what you just said, you can postpone the press conference until a time you are satisfied with."

After finishing speaking, he calmly unbuttoned his bathrobe, revealing his firm chest muscles; however, the most striking thing was the sporadic ambiguous red marks on his chest—Wen Zheng refused to think about how they were made.

Comprehending what he meant, Wen Zheng suddenly grabbed the pillow and threw it at his face, like a furry cat:

"roll!"

The contract passed quickly, Wen Zheng swiped his pen, and did not feel the joy of changing his fate in the slightest.

Perhaps because he was surprised by his straightforwardness, after the lawyer left, Yi Chengyun deliberately wanted to annoy him:

"Want to help you with medicine?"

Wen Zheng moved too much and pulled the wound again, grinning his teeth in pain: "Beast!"

Raising his eyebrows noncommittally, Yi Chengyun picked up his shirt and looked at Wen Zheng who was tense because he stood up, amused in his heart:

"I want to change clothes, you care about that problem, take care of it."

Without waiting for his reaction, Yi Chengyun turned around and took off his bathrobe. Wen Zheng saw an obvious scratch on the man's strong latissimus dorsi; The urge to run away in seconds.

"If you go out now, you will be eaten alive by the reporters outside."

As if guessing the little Jiujiu in his heart, Yi Chengyun didn't look back, and buttoned up his shirt meticulously; this man just had the talent to make Wen Zheng furious with his calm tone, and continued:

"Losing my wife and losing my army, of course I don't mind, it's up to you."

"You think too much, I will accompany you to the end!"

After grabbing the medicine, Wen Zheng gritted his teeth, leaned on the wall in an awkward posture and turned towards the bathroom.

For the next eight hours, the two occupied the two farthest corners of the suite, spending each other's lives as dead bodies.

At midnight the next day, the two of them were dressed in black formal attire. Yi Chengyun held Wen Zheng's hand, both wearing obvious couple-style striped ties and diamond antique watches. They appeared at the temporary press conference in the lobby of the hotel. Immediately it kept ringing.

Walking along the thick red carpet, the two walked to the podium without squinting. Yi Chengyun coughed lightly, and the venue was suddenly quiet. His cold and deep voice sounded in the hall:

"Thank you to everyone present. Here I want to announce two things: First, I have received an anonymous internal report that the Yonghua Palace project has shocking security risks. On behalf of the Liangchen Group under Yi's, I request a strict re-examination of the project. Yishi will consider withdrawing the capital injection before obtaining reliable results for the project, and reserves the right to hold relevant parties accountable.”

Facing the uproar from various media, Wen Zheng thought to himself, this is the reaction of a normal person; he turned his head and looked at the calm Yi Chengyun, recalling that when he told the other party about this just now, this person's expression was also completely motionless .

"There is a major problem with the architectural structure of the Yonghua Palace. It is a timed bomb."

After thinking about it, this time Wen Zheng chose to tell Yi Chengyun, the second largest investment representative of the project, the matter immediately.

The unprecedented Yonghua Palace Hotel, invested by Wenjia, intends to build it into the largest comprehensive foreign-related five-star hotel in Asia. In fact, it is a shabby project.

In my previous life, on the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony, apart from high-ranking officials from China, foreign ministers from other countries who were visiting China were invited to hold an important government banquet; however, a serious accident occurred due to the collapse of the foundation, causing dozens of deaths and injuries, including Wen Zheng. Parents; apart from embarrassing Huaguo in front of the multinational media, it was almost defined as a terrorist attack, and Wen's family fell into a catastrophe.

At that time, Wen Zheng, the planning and management manager of Wen's, who had been in office for less than a month, was pushed out as a scapegoat.

"Do you know what that means?"

Tightening the two thick eyebrows, Yi Chengyun's eyes were stern, and he said in a deep voice:

"This project involved more than just Wen Jia from project initiation to completion."

From the command to the completion, the planning and construction took nearly ten years. From top to bottom, the water was too deep, and it was not just a matter of offending one or two forces.

Wen Zheng raised his chin and retorted: "Then you think that if there is a problem after the completion of the project, the involvement will not be wide?"

Yi Chengyun moved his fingers, staring at Wen Zheng with bottomless eyes, and there was no wave in his tone:

"and then?"

When Wen Zheng said to Yi Chengyun, "Do you want to make big news", he just forgot that the reason why that person became his deadly enemy was because this strange creature always liked to overwhelm him.

"Then?"

His tone seemed to be asking, "Why hasn't anyone brought the dining cart?" Wen Zheng couldn't see through his plan, so it was rare for him to put away his displeasure, and asked in a low voice:

"Human life is a matter of heaven, don't you feel that you must act?"

Appeared!In Yi Chengyun's eyes, the expression in his eyes that wanted Wen Zheng to beat him to death was still calm and calm:

"This project is led by Mrs. Wen, and Mrs. Wen is responsible for the accident. Tell me, is it possible that you want me to deal with the aftermath? Do you think I am a big philanthropist? Not only will I lose hundreds of millions, but I will also post billions , invest in a project that is about to become notorious?"

"Wen's ability is not enough, and we are also the victim."

Wen Zheng said this with a guilty conscience. There is no complete victim in this matter. As Yi Chengyun said, everyone was negligent. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, not looking at the "color" that might appear on the other party's face :

"None of Wen's directors dared to propose it, but if it were you, you must have the courage. At the beginning, Liangchen Group was willing to invest because it was interested in the prospects of this hotel; once the project was forced to be interrupted, Yi's overturned it." If you start again, you can eat this big pie all by yourself. Even if the initial investment is nearly 20 billion, I believe you have read the report. After the hotel is completed, the expected revenue is at least [-] billion per quarter, and it can be paid back in a year. Most importantly, Wen Shi and Yi have always had a close relationship, and if we go bankrupt, your stock price will also be subject to fluctuations, and the loss will not only be a few billions, but it will be calculated in trillions."

"I need a little reassurance,"

As Wen Zheng expected, Yi Chengyun didn't get too entangled in this issue, and all the above are indeed facts; unexpectedly, after a while, he looked at Wen Zheng meaningfully, emphasizing:

"A guarantee from Wen's."

The phone slid down with a "click", and Wen Zheng's eyes widened instantly.

The press conference is still going on.

Without changing his face, Yi Chengyun grabbed Wen Zheng's hand, clasped his fingers tightly, and announced in a deep voice:

"Our marriage documents have been approved. From midnight today, we are officially husband and wife. Thank you for your blessings. It's over."

Who will bless them? !Aren't they all here to watch the fun? !

Rolling his eyes indifferently in his heart, Wen Zheng lowered his head slightly in front of the microphone, and dropped another not-so-heavy message:

"In addition, I withdraw yesterday's retirement notice, sorry for causing trouble to everyone, and I will continue to work hard for the Olympics in the future."