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

Why things are going in this direction.

Paralyzed in Yi Chengyun's arms again, Wen Zheng tried to clear his mind, but finally fell asleep because he was too tired.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The next morning, Wen Zheng shrank into a ball and hugged the quilt; last night when Yi Chengyun helped him clean up, he also "cleaned up" his pajamas, so now he can't help but doubt life:

"Give me a cigarette."

While changing into his shirt, Yi Chengyun handed him his clothes, and replied calmly, "No, quit."

Wen Zheng rolled his eyes at him: "Who are you kidding! The day before yesterday I was secretly smoking in the study."

Yi Chengyun sat down beside him, casually raised his hand and stroked his hair: "Have you seen me secretly?"

Wen Zheng slapped his hand away angrily: "What peeking! Look openly, to see if you are plotting ulterior motives in the study."

It was only after Wen Zheng finished speaking that he realized that this person was playing tricks on him?

"I forgot to ask yesterday, why did you suddenly appear here?"

Trying to change the subject as if nothing had happened, Wen Zheng quickly put on his clothes and asked while putting on his pants:

"This hotel is also yours?"

"Your itinerary is determined by the assistant, so it's easy to know."

Sitting down at the dining table, Yi Chengyun took a sip of coffee, and waited for Wen Zheng to come over for breakfast:

"Yi's is the largest shareholder of this hotel. I'm going to Rotterdam today to discuss two cooperations, so I flew here early yesterday. Did you gain anything yesterday?"

After washing his face, Wen Zheng felt refreshed and complained silently in his heart: Are you a fool?When I went to Rotterdam to discuss cooperation, I should transfer at the Ames Airport. What are you doing in Brussels?

He walked up to Yi Chengyun's side: "It's not a big gain, but I have taken a fancy to a seven-year-old Hanoverian horse, which is not as good as your two horses."

Yi Chengyun raised his eyebrows: This sentence can be understood as, has Wen Zheng decided to accept his "apology"?

Unexpectedly, what Wen Zheng said next was: "I just borrowed your horse to participate in the race, which does not mean that I tacitly agree to fulfill any obligation."

Yi Chengyun laughed: "You misunderstood, wouldn't it be good to just accept an investment? Then when you go back tonight, do you have any other arrangements?"

Wen Zheng raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yi Chengyun glanced at him lightly: "Come to a place with me."

Wen Zheng: Why make it so mysterious? !

After breakfast, Yi Chengyun put on his suit jacket, paused suddenly, and pretended to ask casually:

"Can you tie my tie?"

"What? I found out that I'm better-looking than you, and want to steal my teacher?"

Without thinking too much, Wen Zheng teased him while taking the tie he handed over, and tiptoed to put the tie under his collar:

"What if people know that President Yi doesn't know how to tie a tie by himself? Look, am I tying it well?"

Satisfied, he let go of his hand, Wen Zheng raised his head to claim credit, and was caught off guard by Yi Chengyun's gaze:

The two were very close, and he could clearly see his own reflection in the man's black eyes; their breaths were unknowingly intertwined, and the tips of their noses brushed against each other, as if they were about to kiss each other.

"It's better than mine."

The distance between the four lips was less than one centimeter, Yi Chengyun supported his shoulders with both hands, and said in a hoarse voice with the greatest self-control:

"Let's go out together."

The air became sticky for a moment, and the two maintained this posture until Wen Zheng pushed him away in a daze.

Running to the bathroom as if fleeing, Wen Zheng poured cold water on his face desperately, staring blankly at himself in the mirror: What is this? !

Tacitly not mentioning the episode just now, they walked side by side from the elevator to the hotel lobby, Yi Chengyun turned his head and said to Wen Zheng:

"See you at the airport tonight?"

Before Wen Zheng could answer, a tender scream suddenly sounded not far away: "Xiao Yunyun!"

Wen Zheng's eyelids twitched: Shouting so disgustingly, who the hell!

He turned around curiously, only to see a lump of fluorescent iridescent object "jumping" towards them, shouting:

"Why don't you say anything when you come! I miss you!"

"Lisa, I wanted to catch up with you during lunch today."

Yi Chengyun stretched out his hand to the unknown rainbow body without changing his face, as if he was accustomed to the pungent perfume smell on her body, and politely replied:

"I didn't expect you to come here specially."

When the person named Lisa heard this, she immediately pouted, and a strange gap was squeezed out of her heavily made-up face:

"What are you talking about? It's fine if you don't invite me to the wedding, and you come here quietly. Do you think I'm your old lover?!"

old lover? !

Wen Zheng turned his head away, there must be something wrong, I've never heard of Yi Chengyun having a lover!

"Who is this?"

Lisa seemed to have finally noticed Wen Zheng, who was bowing his head and saying nothing, and stepped between Yi Chengyun and Wen Zheng domineeringly, with her hands on her hips, reminiscent of a fat steak on a barbecue fork, she said in an angry way:

"Don't try to seduce Xiao Yunyun, he already has a family, although you are pretty, there is nothing wrong with being dishonest."

Wen Zheng glanced at her, and said nonchalantly: "You misunderstood, I will not..."

"It's too late to give you a formal introduction. This is Wen Zheng, my husband."

Pulling Wen Zheng to his side in time, Yi Chengyun gently squeezed his hand and introduced to Lisa:

"This is Lisa, one of Yi's important partners in Europe."

That's not what they said just now. Wen Zheng suppressed his anger, squeezed out a formulaic smile, and politely extended his hand to Lisa:

"Nice to meet you."

"Oh my god, so you came from the two-person world?!"

After learning that Wen Zheng is Yi Chengyun's "authentic card", Lisa's attitude changed rapidly, and she held his hand enthusiastically with both hands:

"It's all my fault, I ran over as soon as I was in a hurry, didn't I bother you?"

Secretly wrote down a large amount of Yi Chengyun in his heart, Wen Zheng shook his head "magnanimously", and wrote lightly:

"It's okay, he's going to work soon."

Yi Chengyun had no choice but to persuade Lisa: "Don't talk about this, you should go to Rotterdam for a meeting, if you don't leave, it will be too late."

"It's okay, my helicopter is parked on the roof."

Lisa seemed unsatisfied, and waved to the two of them as she walked, inviting Wen Zheng:

"You guys come to my manor to play together some other day!"

The two watched Lisa move up the elevator, and as soon as the elevator door closed in front of her, Wen Zheng said coolly, "Your old lover is really special."

Yi Chengyun held back his laughter: "She likes girls, everyone in the circle here knows it, and I'm not the only one called that."

Wen Zheng: ...

"Aren't you jealous?"

The two avoided the crowd and walked out of the hotel. Yi Chengyun half-jokingly said:

"It surprised me that."

"Oh, what a face!"

Wen Zheng would not admit it, but when he heard that Lisa unilaterally referred to Yi Chengyun as an "old lover", he instantly made up a rather horrifying plot, and said forcefully:

"There are a lot of rotten people in the upper circle. Who knows how many transactions are behind the scenes. Can't I worry about my health?"

"No one has offered me this kind of deal at the moment."

Astonishment flashed in his eyes, Yi Chengyun opened the car door for him, and took the time to reply:

"However, if the trade partner is you, I am willing to discount, anyway, you looked very satisfied last night."

Wen Zheng became angry from embarrassment: "Shut up!"

On the way to the city center by car alone, Wen Zheng took the time to call Pei Siyu and told him about meeting Yang Xue yesterday.

After listening to Wen Zheng's words, the other end of the phone was silent for a long while before hearing Pei Siyu's trembling nasal answer:

"I didn't expect him to be this kind of person. Fortunately, I have you."

Pei Siyu didn't tell Wen Zheng that he had already bought a plane ticket for this afternoon, and if his friend didn't make a timely move, what awaited him would be a hellish situation on earth.

"Don't worry, I believe Chu Yang will definitely give him some color."

Confidence in Yi Chengyun's subordinates, Wen Zheng knew that Yang Xue was probably cold, so he patiently comforted his friend with a soft voice:

"If you don't go to the old and don't come to the new, you will meet better."

After finishing the call with Pei Siyu, Wen Zheng noticed that the current date happened to be around the day when Pei Siyu had an "accident" in his previous life.

Worried about his friend, he sent several more messages to Chu Yang, suggesting that he should pay more attention, until the driver's voice came from the front:

"Mr. Wen, we're here."

The place they arrived at was a private villa in Brussels. The owner was the tailor of the European royal family, and occasionally provided private customization for a few familiar dressage riders.

"Long time no see." Wen Zheng hugged his host Tan Si familiarly, and said pleasantly, "I heard you got a new boyfriend?"

"Yes, but let me see the ring on your finger first,"

Covering his mouth with his hands, Tan Si's eyes showed regret, and he sighed sincerely:

"Why did you get married at such a young age? You promised to be single nobles together forever, and all of them secretly went to get married. Why are you so eager to put shackles on yourself?"

Shackles...Wen Zheng was thoughtful: For Tan Si, who got married at the age of 20 and divorced in less than half a year, marriage may really be the grave of love.So what is marriage to him?

"Tell me who he is."

Pulling Wen Zheng to the living room, Tan Si asked the servant to pour him a cup of black tea, and twisted the lace teacup with two fingers like a lady:

"It's been rumored that you two are a business marriage, isn't it true?"

Wen Zheng asked with great interest: "Why do you say that?"

"Intuition, how many years have I known you."

Carefully observing Wen Zheng's reaction, Tan Si became more determined in his heart, and said slowly:

"I've read about your family in the newspaper. If it's really a commercial marriage, if you don't like it, I'll be happy to take over."

Wen Zheng's face stiffened a little, and he said dryly, "Don't bother."

Tan Si pursed his lips and teased him deliberately: "It's a pity, I also met a few potential stocks at the dance last night, thinking that the fat will not flow to outsiders."

"Let's leave it to others." Wen Zheng looked out the window, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily:

"Because my guy can't do anything else, he just loves to be jealous."

Tan Si who was suddenly stuffed with dog food: =口=

Standing up firmly, Tan Si greeted Wen Zheng: "Come on, let me show you the newly made tuxedo and riding boots."

The clothes Wen Zheng wears in riding will be adjusted every month according to the changes in his weight and body shape, to maximize his slender and well-proportioned figure, so as to achieve the best visual and wearing effects.

Looking up and down at Wen Zheng's entire set of rider uniforms made by him, Tan Si couldn't help nodding, and winked at his friend:

"Honey, I have a personal suggestion for you. You can wear these accessories alone in the bedroom. Do you understand me?"

"What do you mean...uh!"

Even though he was used to the open concept of foreigners since he was a child, when Wen Zheng understood what he said, he was still so shocked that he blushed:

What kind of shame play is this? !

"I'm serious." Tan Si imparted his personal experience solemnly: "Do as I say, no man can refuse you."

"Enough, enough." The topic became more and more dangerous, Wen Zheng hurriedly asked him to stop: "When I really have doubts, I will ask you again."

After leaving Tan Si's home, Wen Zheng rushed to the relevant department non-stop, and with the assistance of a lawyer, went through the formalities of introducing horses.

By the time he finished dealing with his affairs in Brussels, the sky had gradually darkened.

When Wen Zheng raised his head and looked around the endless crowd at the airport, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and his body warmed up immediately:

"Why don't you wear a scarf?"

Yi Chengyun wrapped the warm scarf around him, and naturally took the luggage from his hand: "Where are your gloves?"

"No gloves indoors."

Patting the pocket of his coat, Wen Zheng followed behind him, and found that they were not on the flight back to China, he was surprised and asked:

"Is this the plane to Russia?"

"Correct."

Having asked his assistant to book the first-class cabin for the two, Yi Chengyun waited until they were seated on the plane before patiently explaining to Wen Zheng:

"You've been under a lot of stress lately, it's time to relax."

Wen Zheng said displeased: "No way, you are the one who is under a lot of pressure."

Yi Chengyun shrugged, smiled without saying a word.

After several hours of flight, they landed in the Far East.

The off-road vehicle they were riding in drove across a large snowy sea. Wen Zheng guessed that they were on the edge of the Siberian forest, and the car stopped on an open flat ground.

When he saw the huge monster in front of him clearly, Wen Zheng was a little messy: "This is... a tank?!"

Not far away, cars were piled up randomly, many of which were covered with snow; and in the middle of the open space, a huge tank spewed white smoke from time to time.

Yi Chengyun obviously did not come here for the first time: "The 38-ton T62 main battle tank, don't worry, it's retired."

Wen Zheng: If the two of us on active duty have been chug by now, right? !

"Let's go." Patting him on the shoulder, Yi Chengyun couldn't help but pull him forward, and greeted the Russians waiting beside the tank:

The gist of the speech should be "He is a novice, I will take him."

Russian: "Good!"

Before Wen Zheng figured out what they were going to do, the two were already sitting in the tank, only to hear Yi Chengyun raise his voice:

"let's start!"

There was a loud rumbling sound like thunder, and at the same time, a rattling sound came from below. Wen Zheng was bouncing in the tank, and Yi Chengyun drove the tank directly over two abandoned cars.

After crushing the two cars back and forth into discus, Yi Chengyun pulled the brakes and asked Wen Zheng loudly, "Do you want to try?"

Wen Zheng didn't even think about it: "Yes!"

It was the first time he saw Yi Chengyun's expression like this, that person always had a paralyzed face, as if he didn't care about anything.

But it's different now. In his eyes, Yi Chengyun is like a volcano that has been frozen for a long time and suddenly erupts. The man in battle is extremely charming.

And when Wen Zheng sat in the driver's seat himself, he immediately understood the change in that person, as if his blood was boiling: "Come on!"

It's unimaginable that when he drove a tank over several cars at will, it would actually make a crunching sound!

The two drove for a full two or three hours. Under the stimulation of adrenaline, people seemed not to be tired.

Finally, Yi Chengyun opened the top cover of the tank and helped the reluctant Wen Zheng climb out.

The Russian waiting next to them threw a bottle of wine to the two of them, and murmured something Wen Zheng couldn't understand.

"Drink a sip."

After biting off the cork, Yi Chengyun took a big gulp and handed it to Wen Zheng:

"Otherwise the weather will be unbearable."

Following his example, Wen Zheng pinched his nose and took a sip, the choking smell of vodka rushed straight to the top of his head.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't recovered from the state of excitement. Not only did he not feel the strength of the wine, but his whole body felt as if he had opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, and his heart suddenly became clear like the vast snow field in front of him.

On the way back to the town for dinner, the two of them drove, Wen Zheng asked, "How do you know this place?"

Yi Chengyun replied: "When I was young, my grandfather had a comrade-in-arms here, who taught me these things since I was a child. Later, I bought this place directly, and when I encountered difficult things, I went there to drive a few times."

Wen Zheng said sincerely: "That's great, I would like to come again if I have the opportunity."

Yi Chengyun patted his hand: "Anytime."

They stopped in front of a simple family-style restaurant in a small town in the Far East. The owner seemed to be familiar with Yi Chengyun as well. The authentic Russian cuisine served here was much more amazing than the decoration.

"I understand that for an athlete, the Olympics is the highest honor."

Satisfied with wine and food, Yi Chengyun leaned half on the chair and said something that had been brewing for a long time:

"So I won't talk nonsense about 'winning or losing is not important', I just want you to be clear, no matter what the ranking is, you only need to be responsible to yourself, and others are not qualified to give pointers."

"I haven't heard you talk so much for a long time."

His eyes were slightly astringent, Wen Zheng wanted to say something to interrupt, his lips trembled slightly:

"Don't you want me to win the gold, so as to improve Yi's image?"

"I hope you win the gold medal. As for Yi's image, it cannot depend on you alone."

Yi Chengyun's eyes are firm, with a kind of magical power that makes people feel at ease: "Don't put the cart before the horse."

Wen Zheng sniffled: "There's another question. When you were in high school, you said you had a rider you liked. Now, can you tell me who that person is?"

Yi Chengyun was startled, then said coldly: "I won't tell you."

"Stingy!" Wen Zheng made a bold guess: "Those two horses, could it be a gift you want to give to others?"

Yi Chengyun's lips moved, he quickly closed his eyes in surprise, turned his head and retorted: "It's troublesome, the two horses are for you."

"Who the hell?" Taking his reaction as acquiescence, Wen Zheng felt imperceptible anger welling up in his heart, pretending to be intimate and saying:

"Why don't you let me inquire about someone you like?"

"No need." Yi Chengyun waved his hand, glanced at him, and replied as if he didn't care: "He's already married."

"Ah..." He let out an exclamation of regret or gloating, Wen Zheng was not at all happy about this answer, the scope of "married" was too wide, and he couldn't lock the candidate at all!

"Which direction is he focusing on? Speed ​​horse racing or triathlon?"

Wen Zheng racked his brains and listed several candidates, all of which were rejected one by one. He chased after him and asked:

"How is his relationship with his partner? Why did he reject you?"

Yi Chengyun was amused, and replied without blushing, "His partner is quite excellent."

Wen Zheng blurted out: "Is it better than you?"

Yi Chengyun raised his eyebrows, secretly satisfied with the answer, and replied calmly: "Thank you for the compliment."

smell: cut

That afternoon, Yi Chengyun drove Wen Zheng to a lighthouse by the sea, pointed to the side of the two, and whispered:

"Look."

In the harsh winter, the turbulent sea was frozen into hard ice.

On the mirror-like icy sea, there are two fat seals basking leisurely on the ice, quiet and warm.

For a moment, Wen Zheng seemed to be immersed in the unique atmosphere of the two people's wedding again: everything stopped for a moment, and there was only the two of them between the sky and the earth.

The vodka he drank at noon unconsciously got on his head, Yi Chengyun pulled the curtain in the car, stared at the condensation of exhaled breath on the car window, and asked in a low voice:

"At that time you said, if I really went bankrupt, you would take me in as a horseman, is that true?"

Unexpectedly, Wen Zheng was even more drunk than him: "Ah, you can't be a horseman, hiccup."

Wen Zheng grabbed his tie: "I can take you as my personal servant, and I will take you out for a walk every day to make everyone envious."

Yi Chengyun: ...

Wen Zheng continued to babble: "I still want to be the attacker."

Yi Chengyun: "Oh."

Such a perfunctory attitude!

Enraged, Wen Zheng hung his hands and feet on Yi Chengyun's body, and bit his lower lip as if not to be outdone, the fishy and sweet taste spread from the tip of their tongues...