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

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"Listen to my explanation,"

Talking incoherently about what just happened to Yi Chengyun, Wen Zheng broke into a cold sweat. If this person took advantage of the problem, he might not be able to clear it up by jumping into the Yellow River. He asked in a low voice:

"Do you understand it?"

After listening to him with a blank expression, Yi Chengyun pondered for a moment, but asked: "Are you familiar with that Senior Brother Ren?"

"Not familiar at all." And the point is not here, hey!Wen Zheng said helplessly:

"I gave him chocolates when I was in elementary school. I haven't seen him for nearly 20 years. Who knew he would grow up like this."

"chocolate……"

Once again deviated from the point, Yi Chengyun's eyes flashed countless complex emotions, he walked into the study sideways, and asked:

"This studio will definitely not be able to cooperate, do you have an alternative?"

Wen Zheng had a headache: "This is where the difficulty lies. Arrangers and musicians not only have to select suitable repertoires with the riders, but also design and tailor the melodies according to the movements. The real difficulty is to make the melodies completely fit the rhythm of the horse's movements."

Therefore, musicians have to spend a long time observing the riders' training, and have a clear understanding of the regular pace and style of the participating horses, so that they can adjust the rhythm of the music and use music to set off the expressiveness of the horse's dance steps.

All in all, this is a process of continuous adjustment by multiple parties. Musicians are important partners, and the consequences of choosing the wrong person will be disastrous.

"do not worry,"

Patting Wen Zheng's shoulder with one hand, Yi Chengyun didn't reveal much, and said lightly:

"There will be a way."

Smiling back at him, Wen Zheng asked: "I think so too, you just asked me for something."

Yi Chengyun shook his head: "I just came in to get a book, go get busy."

When Wen Zheng's footsteps could no longer be heard in the corridor, Yi Chengyun dialed the phone:

"Hello, is this President Wang? I want to know if there is a suitable music studio here..."

Knowing nothing about Yi Chengyun's secret arrangements, Wen Zheng ended the day's training as usual, and the next morning, when he was about to go out to the racecourse for training, Zhou Jun came to him with a face full of embarrassment:

"Master Wen, your mother is waiting outside and says she wants to see you. The boss told us to drive her away. See...?"

"My mother?" Wen Zheng was taken aback, "Why is she here?"

Yi Chengyun held a video conference in the study, Wen Zheng didn't want to disturb him, so he stood up and said:

"Please let her go to the garden, I'll go and have a look."

Wen Zheng's biological mother, Deng Lan, was wearing a dark red velvet skirt. She looked about five or sixty years old, but she was actually ten years younger; egg retrieval in the early years was too harmful to the body, and in Wen's family The depressive life caused wrinkles to appear in the corners of her eyes early.

"mom,"

Seeing the vicissitudes of his mother when he turned around, Wen Zheng felt sore in his heart, and at the same time reminded himself not to be soft-hearted, and calmly asked:

"Is there a problem?"

"I'm your mother, and I want to care about you."

The tightly twisted handkerchief showed Deng Lan's uneasiness. Wen Zheng suddenly told the truth yesterday, and the Wen family was caught off guard. She was pushed out by her husband to "seek information" and pretended to ask:

"Everyone had a very unpleasant quarrel yesterday. Mr. Yi didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

"I'm fine." Wen Zheng caught a glimpse of his mother's white hair and sighed. Knowing that it was useless, he still persuaded him tactfully:

"Not all couples get along like you and dad, you should plan more for yourself."

People outside thought that his mother married into Wen's family by any means for money, but Wen Zheng knew that was not the case. His mother really loved his father, and only saw that man in her eyes. She loved so much that she didn't have any self. This is the saddest part of her. .

"I am very happy in Wen's family."

Deng Lan's answer was the same as before. There was a moment of silence between the mother and the son, and she considered it and asked:

"Can you tell mom, how did you know about Wen Qi?"

It turned out to be for the most beloved eldest son.

Wen Zhenggang's softened heart seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water. He lowered his shoulders and replied in a cold voice:

"If you want people not to know, you have to do it yourself."

"I mean, who told you what? Do you have proof?"

In Deng Lan's impression, the youngest son was still ten years ago, the child who tried his best to please his mother all day long, she put on a straight face:

"This is related to the cooperation between Wen's family and Qin's family. You can't just say nothing."

Wen Qi's nominal biological mother, Qin Jiao, who was pissed off by Wen's father and Deng Lan, is the eldest daughter of the Qin family.If it weren't for seeing that Wen Qi was her own son, the eldest of the Qin family didn't directly tear Wen's family apart. If the Qin family found out that Wen Qi was just a borrowed son, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Then sue me."

Folding his arms, Wen Zheng suddenly felt bored, waved to Zhou Jun who was waiting not far away, and looked back at his mother coldly:

"I think we can stop here today. I'll trouble my mother to go all the way and tell the Wen family that I'm doing well. I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Deng Lan's face was livid: "You..."

"Isn't this mother-in-law? Why didn't you say anything when you came?"

Yi Chengyun didn't know when he was standing behind the two of them, he first reached out his hand to Wen Zheng who stood up and walked towards him, pulled him behind him, and looked down at Wen's mother:

"In order to make up for the lack of greetings, I asked the housekeeper to pick some gifts for you to bring back to Wen's house. Do you think it's suitable?"

No matter how thick-skinned Ren Deng Lan was for such an obvious order to chase away guests, the smile on her mouth obviously collapsed, and she reluctantly replied: "I have a heart."

Before leaving, her eyes fell on the bracket on Yi Chengyun's arm for a while, and then she slowly got in the car and left.

Yi Chengyun and Wen Zheng thought this was the end, but they didn't expect that Wen's family would tear their face apart completely.

That afternoon, the two made headlines in a local gossip paper:

"Shocked! The dream wedding turned into martial arts in a week, and the president of the Yi family lost to Hufu and suffered a bleak death."

Wen Zheng was amused by the title: "What the hell is Tough!"

Yi Chengyun echoed: "That's right, she should be a charming husband no matter what."

Wen Zheng: ...

Taking the newspaper from his hand, Yi Chengyun accurately threw the tabloid into the stove, and asked casually, "Are you free after dinner tonight?"

Wen Zheng raised his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

Meeting his eyes, Yi Chengyun suppressed his excitement, and said in a deep voice, "A date."

Wen Zheng:! ! !

After asking Yi Chengyun clearly, Wen Zheng realized that the so-called "dating" was actually a business called "dating".

Breaking the rumors of the tabloids is very simple, the two of them show their affection outside and it's over.

After dinner, the two changed into light-colored "couple outfits" respectively, and Yi Chengyun did not forget to remind them when they went out:

"Take Zeus."

Wen Zheng took Zeus by the hand, took the initiative to hold his uninjured hand, and the night light dragged the shadows of the two of them on the path, really feeling like a family of three.

"Can I ask a hypothetical question?"

In order to break the silence, Yi Chengyun looked forward unnaturally, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Under what circumstances would you want to 'flirty'?"

He wouldn't admit that he was a bit apprehensive about the fact that Wen Zheng gave chocolates to his senior brother.

"I never thought about it." Wen Zheng didn't think as much as he did, he tilted his head and asked:

"According to the contract, we are not allowed to knit each other's hats, have you forgotten?"

Obviously he didn't like this topic, Wen Zheng wanted to help him:

"How about the Yonghua Palace project? I know that there is a designer named Cheng Yun in the Central South Design Institute. There is something wrong with the part he is in charge of. Because he is an intern with little experience, he has reported it many times and was ignored. You contact him. If so, we should be able to obtain a lot of internal information and key evidence."

"it is good."

Yi Chengyun took the Frisbee brought by Zeus, threw it vigorously, and asked again:

"How do you know this trainee designer? Is he your friend?"

In terms of seniority, a designer who has just entered the industry should not be connected with Wen Zheng.

How do you know each other?

This is too difficult to explain, Wen Zheng smiled wryly secretly, unable to say:

In the previous life, my dad had someone kill him in order to cover up engineering problems, so his dad ran over me with a car.

This time, Wen Zheng didn't want to see this innocent young man die tragically again, so he had to do something, he said absently:

"It's not a friend, it's just a meeting."

It is impossible for Yi Chengyun to accept such a perfunctory answer, his eyes sank, and he grabbed Wen Zheng's arm with one hand:

"The reporter is over there, don't move."

Wen Zheng only had time to nod his head, and his whole body was suddenly hugged into his arms...

There was a very soft "tsk tsk" sound, only each other could hear it.

Strictly speaking, this is not considered "intimacy". Yi Chengyun's movements are not gentle, but more like the gnawing of a wild animal, like a lion marking his prey; Wen Zheng can clearly feel the deep and heavy tingling, A numb itching came from the part where the shirt was torn apart, like electricity flowing through the whole body.

Wen Zheng's lips parted slightly, his vision was blurred for a while, his body was limp, as if all his strength had been taken away, he could only catch him with his hands, and watched Yi Chengyun swallow him down.

Yi Chengyun's eyes were half closed, his expression looked extremely focused, as if he was enjoying a priceless delicacy with ease.

It wasn't until he heard several low "clicks" from a hidden place by the side of the road that Yi Chengyun raised his head, still unsatisfied, and the dim street lights reflected the water marks at the corners of his mouth.

Under the dim light, Wen Zheng was so surprised that he forgot to struggle, it looked so delicious.

A gleam flashed in Yi Chengyun's eyes, and he couldn't help raising his hand, along the man's beautiful eyebrows and nose, rubbed his lower lip with his fingertips...

"Are you a dog?!"

After a while to react, Wen Zheng swallowed, slapped his hand away vigorously, and cursed:

"Why bite people for no reason!"

Yi Chengyun regained his senses, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then you admit to being a dog..."

Turning from embarrassment into anger, Wen Zheng turned his head away from looking at him, and said angrily:

"Son! Don't go shopping, go home! Don't play with him in the future!"

Yi Chengyun grabbed his hand with all his strength, and there seemed to be something in his voice that he could hardly suppress: "Wait, I have a serious proposal."

Wen Zheng was startled by his sudden turn: "What, what?"

"Next, I hope to fulfill the actual husband and wife obligations with you."

To Wen Zheng's ears, he could understand every word he said, but the combined meanings sounded extremely sci-fi:

"As adults, what should happen has happened to us, and it is reasonable to solve each other's needs."