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

no!This is not the same as promised!

Wen Zheng stood straight and looked up at him, the knuckles of his fingers holding the dog leash turned white, he forced himself to calm down, trying to find a trace of joking in his eyes, but the more he watched, the more frightened he became.

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen, the warm yellow street lamp hit Yi Chengyun's side face, covering the other half of his face in shadow, Wen Zheng's astonishment was reflected in the black eyes, and there seemed to be something in the deep pupils burning.

"Are you serious?"

Wen Zheng's mind was buzzing, since "marriage", everything seemed to be developing in an unpredictable direction, trying to refute him:

"I can solve my needs myself, why should I need you?"

"First of all, I myself have a regular comprehensive physical examination every six months, and as far as I know, as an athlete, you are required to participate in the physical examination, and you can exchange reports with each other without any health risks; secondly, neither of us has ever had a partner before, so there is no need to worry about emotional disputes. "

Yi Chengyun took a step forward, lowered his head slightly to look at him, and said in a calm and powerful voice:

"The point is, solving each other's needs is in line with the principle of mutual benefit and reciprocity in the contract, and it is not a breach of contract."

Wait, Wen Zheng opened his mouth slightly, not knowing which message he should be more shocked by:

How did this person even find out that he didn't have a boyfriend? !Or, how could Yi Chengyun not have a boyfriend?

Just when Wen Zheng fell into silence because he didn't know how to react, Yi Chengyun put his arm around him, deliberately lowered his head and whispered in his ear:

"Of course, all of this is based on the premise that you have no other thoughts about me, and you are not afraid of making a fake show for real. Just in case, make sure, do you have any concerns about this?"

Wen Zheng was furious immediately: "I don't have one! Do you have one?"

There was an eerie silence.

Wen Zheng raised his head as if he would not admit defeat, he was sure that Yi Chengyun would come back with ridicule, and he was ready for three hundred quarrels.

Unexpectedly, the man just glanced at him lightly, without saying a word, straightened up as if nothing had happened, and continued to walk back with his other arm around him.

What do you mean?

It was still cold at night in February, but Wen Zheng was completely protected by Yi Chengyun in his arms, and the cold wind was completely blocked by Yi Chengyun, who was taller than him. a stove.

Because he couldn't keep up with Yi Chengyun's train of thought for a while, Wen Zheng could only let him lead him away. Seen from behind, he looked like a pair of young lovers cuddling tightly together.

He quietly nudged Yi Chengyun with his elbow, kept looking up at him, why didn't he speak?Don't you want to quarrel? !

But at this moment, Yi Chengyun didn't seem to understand his hint at all, he looked straight ahead, and from Wen Zheng's angle, he could only see the arc of his chin, sharp and resolute.

"Got home."

Compared to Wen Zheng who was anxious all the way, Yi Chengyun was much calmer, calmly put down his arms, leaned over and rubbed Zeus' head:

"Let's go for a walk together next time."

Then he opened the door, looked at the hesitant Wen Zheng with a half-smile, and made a "please" gesture with one hand:

"You first."

Wen Zheng pursed his lips, held his breath and lowered his head to walk in. This feeling was too unpleasant, as if he was going to fight when he was warming up, but was beaten by the other party.

It wasn't until before going to sleep that Wen Zheng half-squashed on the pillow to send a message to Pei Siyu, only then did he hear Yi Chengyun's voice that he didn't want to be beaten:

"You don't have to rush to answer what you just mentioned."

Wen Zheng puffed up his face, and was about to say something against Yi Chengyun, but when he raised his head, his eyes straightened:

The man had just come out of the bathroom, wearing a loose towel with nothing on it, the bean-sized water droplets slid down the well-defined muscles, outlining several ambiguous silver threads in the dim light...

"I have already asked my assistant to contact the Mr. Cheng you mentioned, to deal with the hotel matter as soon as possible, and hope to get the result the day after tomorrow."

Sitting on the other side with a calm expression while talking, Yi Chengyun lifted the quilt with one hand, put the bath towel aside, and lay down beside Wen Zheng:

"Then go to bed."

……

According to the scheduled plan, Wen Zheng and Pei Siyu were going to shoot a promotional video for the race together at the racecourse the next day. As soon as he stepped into the lounge, he heard his friend jokingly say:

"Look at your dark circles, did you not sleep well in the past two days? The relationship is really good."

A mouthful of old blood stuck in the throat:...

"Well, after all, you are newly married, so don't be envious."

Confused and perfunctory, Wen Zheng wanted to get together with him so that he would not think about Yi Chengyun's proposal last night, and tried to change the topic:

"Don't talk about that, what happened to you and Chu Yang?"

Pei Siyu's answer almost made him overturn his coffee: "Fortunately, I heard from you that he is indeed very good, you know what I mean."

Mistaking Wen Zheng's astonished expression for approval, Pei Siyu blinked at him, with rare blushes on his face:

"After that day, he not only gave me the medicine thoughtfully, but also sincerely asked how to make up for it. Naturally, I declined. We are all adults, so we shouldn't make a fuss over this accident."

Wen Zheng: It's like being shot by an arrow in the knee...

"Later he proposed that he wanted to maintain a stable 'in-depth communication' relationship with me. I confessed to him that because I just broke up with my ex-boyfriend, I might not get emotionally involved so quickly. I asked him if he would mind."

Holding his face in one hand, Pei Siyu stirred the coffee with the other, and said something that made Wen Zheng's jaw drop:

"He said he understood completely, and we hit it off right away. Facts have proved that as long as the skills are good, duo is much better than solo!"

Wen Zheng's hand holding the cup trembled slightly: "That, that's really good."

Why is it that Yi Chengyun's subordinates have the same work style as his boss? !

Having said that, Pei Siyu's state looks like two different people in comparison, his face is full of spring breeze...

Leaning slowly on the back of the chair, Wen Zheng couldn't help recalling what Yi Chengyun said yesterday: "Solving each other's needs is in line with the principle of mutual benefit in the contract."

no no no!Wen Zheng shook his head violently: I agreed that I don't want to do this today.

"Maybe we can have a double date some other day... What's wrong with you?"

Noticing that he was distracted, Pei Siyu kindly pushed him and reminded:

"It's time to change clothes, the camera crew seems to be ready."

The filming went very smoothly. Wen Zheng and Pei Siyu are from the same school and have always had a tacit understanding. The follow-up interview was basically not difficult.

After the end, Wen Zheng planned to reward the team, but was stopped by the coach in time:

"Leave it to me here. There is a guest waiting for you in the VIP room."

"Who are you?" When Wen Zheng opened the door, he saw the lady sitting on the sofa. He felt a little familiar, but he didn't remember it for a while:

"I'm Wen Zheng, nice to meet you."

The lady was wearing an elegant dress, with lively eyebrows and eyes, she stood up and stretched out her hand generously to Wen Zheng:

"I'm Xue Min. I heard that Mr. Wen's team needs an arranger. Please take care of me for future cooperation."

"Xue Min..."

Hearing this name, a flash of light flashed in Wen Zheng's mind, and he was amazed:

"One of the outstanding young Chinese arrangers in the UK last year? What cooperation do you mean?"

"The award, of course, refers to your arrangement work in the Olympic Games in the future. You won't refuse me, will you?"

Regarding Wen Zheng's reaction, Xue Min first smiled reservedly, and asked straight to the point:

"I heard that we are short on time. I wonder what style of music Mr. Wen wants?"

Wen Zheng couldn't help clicking his tongue: Listening to Xue Min's meaning, it doesn't look like light arrangement, could it be that you want to give him advanced customization?

In order to mobilize the emotions of the audience, the repertoires of most of the riders are popular, and then a few songs are mixed together, and it is rare to be able to connect smoothly and fit the rhythm of the horses.

As for the tailor-made music for the jockey and his favorite horse, Wen Zheng only saw it in major competitions, and he had no contacts in this area, so he had no other thoughts except envy.

Just because a professional musician with this ability is undoubtedly a master level, not an ordinary rider can be invited.

"Thank you very much."

Wen Zheng discussed with Xue Min all afternoon, and the communication was smoother than he imagined. After the two made an appointment for training, he pretended to ask casually:

"If you don't mind, can you tell me why you are willing to be in charge of my repertoire for this competition? Who leads the line?"

"So you don't know?"

Glancing at him with great interest, Xue Min raised his eyebrows and replied briskly:

"Mr. Yi once did a great favor to my mentor, and my husband and the Yi family are in a cooperative relationship. But don't get me wrong, it's not all because of the Yi family that I choose to cooperate with you."

She shrugged and smiled lightly:

"First of all, on the way here, I watched all your previous competitions. You are currently the most promising player from Huaguo to win the gold medal; second, you may not know that I just watched your filming here, watching you and other work I feel that it will be a pleasure to work with you. Finally, in the process of communication, I confirmed this."

Wen Zheng couldn't help smiling: This musician's personality is somewhat similar to his.

He shook hands with Xue Min friendly, and said solemnly: "Then, I wish us a happy cooperation."

After sending Xue Min away, Wen Zheng only had time to take a sip of water before rushing to have a meeting with the coach and the manager of the racecourse.

"Music done? Congratulations."

Signaling him to sit down, the coach spread out the two drawings in front of him and explained:

"This is a schematic diagram of the expansion of some areas of the racecourse in the future. The qualifying competition will be held in Belgium. We have already inspected the competition venue and plan to temporarily build a simulation venue here."

Just like people, horses may be nervous or have other stress reactions when they are transported to a strange place for competition. Therefore, simulated field training is an important part.

Wen Zheng nodded and asked: "This seems to belong to the backyard of another villa area? Does the owner allow it?"

He studied the map carefully, and was taken aback for a moment: Isn't that area the house where he was "robbed of love" by Yi Chengyun?

"Don't you know? This villa belongs to Mr. Yi. We communicated with him yesterday and he has agreed."

The manager of the racecourse looked up at Wen Zheng in surprise, not to speculate about their husband and wife relationship, and just said:

"Besides, our equestrian team originally lived in these buildings. If everything goes well, it can be completed in half a month."

Wen Zheng later found out that on the second day after buying the racecourse, Yi Chengyun asked his assistants to change the main management personnel of the racecourse, and brought in a certain number of experienced horse workers and horse trainers. Say more efficient than ever.

"Beyond that, we have a pressing problem."

After dealing with the expansion, the coach took Wen Zheng to the stable alone, checked the status of the horses one by one, and said:

"Have you found a suitable spare horse recently?"

Hearing the seriousness in his words, Wen Zheng's expression froze, and he frowned and asked:

"Are the sunflowers and jellies in bad shape?"

Generally, each rider has five or six spare horses, but Wen Zheng's situation is quite special, it can be said that the house leak happened to be raining all night:

After his two spare horses retired last year, it happened that father Wen asked him to return to China to take over the company, which distracted most of his energy; plus his two racehorses were transferred to others by Wen Qi, it will also take time to recover .

And the most serious point is that Wen Zheng's two favorite horses—Sunflower and Jelly are 16 years old and the other is 15 years old. As racehorses, they are almost reaching the age of retirement, and their stamina and health are gradually declining.

The requirement for Olympic participation is "same man, same horse". In other words, from the qualifying round to the end of the official competition, it is necessary to ensure that the rider and the horse are maintained in the best condition.

"My suggestion is that you find at least two spare horses as soon as possible."

The coach turned over the information of all the horses in the racecourse, couldn't help shaking his head, and sighed:

"I've seen the ones here. There are five or six horses over eight years old. If you are lucky, there should be one that is suitable. I will try my best to help you find it in other places."

Dressage competitions require horses to be tall, flexible and flexible, and require extremely high hind limb strength. Therefore, there is an unwritten rule in the equestrian world: horses can only be trained after they are eight years old, which further limits the range of choices.

"If it is really necessary to change horses temporarily, then the whole set of subject movements that have been designed will also need to be changed from scratch."

He casually fed a carrot to the pony beside him, Wen Zheng touched the pony's forehead and said with a wry smile:

"Maybe I'll fly abroad in a couple of days to see."

When Wen Zheng returned home, Yi Chengyun was still in the study.

He was flipping through the report in his hand, wearing earphones on his head, but his eyes were focused on the computer screen:

Inside is the competition promotional video that Wen Zheng just shot.

On the screen, Wen Zheng is wearing a bowler hat and black and white equestrian uniform, sitting upright on the horseback, with an elegant smile on the corner of his mouth, looking far into the distance on the grass.

Compared with Wen Zheng's heroic appearance during the competition, Yi Chengyun prefers to watch him jogging on horseback, doing whatever he wants without restraint.

The phone vibrated for a while, and Yi Chengyun clicked on the message. It was a report from his assistant:

Xue Min has already talked with Wen Zheng, and the cooperation is expected to start formally in a week.

Several notifications popped up in succession at the top of the screen, from Wen Zheng's official Weibo account. After the release of the Olympic promotional video, the response was better than expected, diluting the negative impact of the Wen family scandal on Wen Zheng. The comments below are even more :

"So handsome!"

"I want to marry him!"

"Husband, I can!"

……

So when Wen Zheng knocked lightly on the study door, what he saw was Yi Chengyun shutting down the computer with a "click", his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

what happen?Wen Zheng's heart sank. In his impression, although Yi Chengyun had a paralyzed face, it was rare for people to see him get angry.

Could it be that he interrupted his tens of billions of negotiations?Why are you so angry?

Yi Chengyun tried his best to draw his attention back from the comments on Weibo. He took off his earphones and raised his eyes to see Wen Zheng who was in a daze at the door. When he spoke, he was as emotionless as before:

"What's up?"

Surprised by his appearance just now, Wen Zheng turned his eyes away and drew circles on the door with one hand:

"I met with Ms. Xue in the afternoon, and the arrangement matter was settled smoothly; there is also the matter of expanding the racecourse, please take care of me."

"Hands up."

Unknowingly, his expression softened a little, Yi Chengyun put down the report in his hand, and stared at him with piercing eyes:

"Are you here to tell me this?"

Like a kitten whose tail was stepped on, Wen Zheng took a step back instinctively, still not looking into his eyes: "Well, that's it, you are busy."

In fact, I wanted to say thank you to Yi Chengyun, but Wen Zheng changed his mind in a second, left this sentence in a hurry and walked away without looking back.

"I don't eat people."

Listening to his footsteps disappearing at the end of the corridor, Yi Chengyun couldn't laugh or cry, picked up his pen again, and inadvertently recalled the topic of "flirting with flowers" with Wen Zheng that day...

After the lights were turned off that night, the two of them lay side by side for a long time without saying a word, and Yi Chengyun heard a faint voice coming from the darkness:

"Are you asleep?"

Yi Chengyun opened his eyes: "No."

"What you asked me yesterday, I thought about it for a day."

Wen Zheng swallowed a mouthful of water, if the light suddenly turned on at this time, he could see how his face turned red:

"Although there are reasonable grounds, the two of us have no memory of the time at the hotel. Maybe I will be better at it than you."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Zheng was keenly aware of a very soft laughter coming from beside him.

Wen Zheng: Are you smiling? !

"Then you try." To his surprise, Yi Chengyun completely accepted the excuse he used to refuse, and the muffled voice sounded again:

"I agree 100% that it's reasonable to speak with technology."

"Then I'll try it right away!"

Wen Zheng never believed that Yi Chengyun was willing to be inferior to others, so he simply went all out:

"You do not mind right?"

"Please."

Wen Zheng:! ! !

With the courage to lift the quilt, Wen Zheng found himself trembling behind, what if he really wants to come? !

"I really will!"

Not knowing whether to say it to Yi Chengyun or to embolden himself, Wen Zheng gritted his teeth and shook his head, putting his hands on top of the man:

Through the moonlight outside the window, he saw Yi Chengyun lying on his back without changing his face, with a pair of pitch-black eyes staring at him motionlessly.

Come on, as long as he can control himself, don't get angry, and support it with his arms...

No!

Unexpectedly, he was defeated unilaterally without even touching Yi Chengyun's collar, what a great name for him!

"Hahahahaha! I won't fall for it!"

Covering his face with the quilt in a hurry, Wen Zheng shrank himself into a ball, like a shivering little hamster:

"I knew it! You don't want to be an attack in your heart! You deliberately used tricks to provoke me! Who is so stupid to do an attack? I'm exhausted. I won't be fooled! The tricks have all been seen through!"

Yi Chengyun: ...

"understood."

After patiently listening to his incoherent "conspiracy theory", Yi Chengyun approached him lightly, and hugged him into his arms:

"Is this the end of the trial?"

Wen Zheng revealed a pair of eyes quietly, and muttered softly: Yes.

And Yi Chengyun's next words almost made him roll off the ground in fright: "Then it's my turn now?"