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

Wen Zheng repeatedly explained to Yi Chengyun that Tan Si changed boyfriends as frequently as that man changed clothes, the point is that both of them are 0, and he is not in the other party's "hunting range".

But Yi Chengyun was quite determined, Wen Zheng had no choice but to excuse that he would chat with Tan Si tomorrow and see how the other party responded.

"What's wrong? Xiao Zhengzheng, is it wrong to call me so early?"

When he received Wen Zheng's call, Tan Si was staying up all night with liver design drawings. He looked at the time and asked in surprise:

"Isn't it morning over there? Didn't you give the gift I recommended to you to your family? How could he make you wake up in the morning? If it were my boyfriend, I would definitely let the waves roll and not stop after receiving it , the previous wave is not destroyed, and the wave will be born'."

Could it be that Wen Zheng's husband, like his friends, is someone who usually doesn't pay attention to anything other than work? !Tan Si secretly regretted: Then I don't know whether to say that this pair is interesting or too boring. It seems that his "science popularization" has a long way to go.

Wen Zheng: I seem to vaguely guess why Yi Chengyun had an inexplicably weird expression yesterday.

"Tell me quickly, did you trick me?" Wen Zheng put on his clothes, looked at the "work of art" hanging on the wall, and tried to ask, "He didn't react very well yesterday. Yes, and said I want to talk to you."

"Oh? What do you want me to tell him?"

Tan Si withdrew his guess just now. It seems that his friend's husband is more upright, so he will feel more at ease, and joked:

"Don't worry, I will explain the misunderstanding to him properly. If you want, I can even hint to him that there are many people on my side waiting to pursue you. Playing with jealousy is also very exciting."

"What is the purpose of saying this?"

Wen Zheng couldn't keep up with his friend's train of thought, if he had known that letting Yi Chengyun and Tan Si get to know each other would make him speechless in the future, he would definitely try his best to stop him:

"Actually, I don't know what he wants to talk to you. Anyway, after he saw the painting, he insisted on talking to you. So tell me quickly, does that have any other meaning?"

"Oh, you are such a pure little angel, I get it." Tan Si covered his mouth and snickered, and said evil-heartedly:

"Actually, it's good to know what you don't know. The fun of exploring a new world together is irreplaceable."

Wen Zheng: Ominous premonition, don't change the subject.

With doubts about the painting, Wen Zheng changed into a dark striped casual suit after getting up in the morning, picked up a few supplements, went around the city, and then drove directly to the neighboring city.

The Tianyue Sports Academy in the neighboring city is the first school in China to set up an equestrian major. This major was established two years ago, and the head coach is Lin Ya, Wen Zheng's mentor.

"Isn't this Xiaowen?"

When the old man at the school gate saw him, he was so surprised that he took three steps and two steps to meet him:

"I haven't seen you coming for a long time. Are you busy preparing for the competition?"

"Well, it's been a busy time."

Taking out a bag full of supplements and fruits from the car, Wen Zheng personally referred the uncle to the guard room, and said with concern:

"Just be careful. Uncle's grandson and granddaughter should be in primary school now, right? Is your knee feeling better recently?"

"Hey, you see that you come here whenever you come, and you bring me so many things every time."

The uncle doorman patted Wen Zheng's shoulder, his wrinkled face blossomed into a smile, and said with emotion:

"It's good to be back. Some time ago, I heard from my students that you announced your marriage. Everyone was shocked. The most surprising thing is that I heard that you decided not to retire. Teacher Lin is very happy. She has been thinking about you."

"Is the teacher at school now?"

Wen Zheng came here specially to find his teacher, if he is not in school, he plans to visit him:

"Yes, it should be a theory class now. Let me see, on the sixth floor, Mr. Lin must be very happy to see you."

After thanking the guard uncle, Wen Zheng carried a bag of presents and walked up anxiously.

After passing through several classrooms, someone might have recognized him, and the whispering voices of the students gradually sounded behind him.

In the past, every time he returned to China, he would come here to visit his teacher. At the same time, he would occasionally give one or two acting classes to the students here, or give one or two class Q&A sessions and campus presentations.

In his previous life, after he announced his retirement, he had received thousands of emails from the students here, some of which were sad or even angry, and they all tried to persuade him not to give up.

Walking to the sixth floor, Wen Zheng heard that familiar voice from afar: "Dressage originated from the training of war horses..."

His footsteps became heavier and heavier, his back tensed unknowingly, and his eyes were astringent.

Is the coach still willing to talk to him?

Coach Lin is the first Chinese Olympic dressage rider and the first Chinese national to win an international dressage competition. Currently, he is the only international registered dance coach in China.

When he painfully decided to give up equestrianism and agreed to Wen's father to work in Wen's, the first person he called to talk to was his mentor, Coach Lin.

It was Coach Lin who discovered Wenzheng's talent in equestrianism, trained him from kindergarten, and later helped him contact foreign equestrian coaches so that he could get better guidance.

When Wen Zheng told Coach Lin with a hoarse voice that he planned to retire, the coach didn't criticize or comfort him, but just listened to his trembling voice on the other end of the phone in silence.

Looking back now, Wen Zheng realized that what he did at that time was completely hurting his loved ones and making his enemies happy.

At that time, the coach didn't answer him for a long time. At the end of the call, he heard a choked voice:

"If it's really your heartfelt decision, I won't interfere."

For Wen Zheng, Coach Lin is not only his bole, but also his mentor and most trustworthy elder during his growth.

Holding his breath, he walked to the back of the classroom, and Coach Lin's voice became clearer: "The focus is on training and training, and establishing a connection with the horse..."

Even though his sudden retirement broke Coach Lin's heart, he later found out that after he resubmitted his application for rejoining the team and the registration form for the Olympic qualifiers, in the entire Equestrian Association, Coach Lin was the first to sign his application. And he personally persuaded several leaders of the General Administration of Sports not to embarrass him too much.

The students in the classroom noticed Wen Zheng's silent figure listening to the class, and couldn't help but frequently looked back and whispered to each other.

"Quiet," coach Lin on the podium tapped the black and white lightly with his hands, turned his head inadvertently and looked out the window, and was startled.

"Coach Lin," after class, Wen Zheng was in a panic, greeted Coach Lin who walked out of the classroom, and stammered:

"I bought your favorite Portuguese tart and cheesecake."

This is a tacit understanding between teachers and students for many years. Whenever Wen Zheng made any mistakes when he was a child, he would secretly go to the bakery that Teacher Lin loved to eat, buy these two and go back, coaxing the coach to feel better and not punishing him. He is so heavy.

"If you don't step up your training, what are you doing here?"

After complaining softly, Coach Lin took the gift box in his hand and looked at the state of his lover:

The casual suit matched his aristocratic temperament very well. He looked refreshed and handsome. He should have a good life after marriage.

She remembered the time when Wen's father put pressure on Wen Zheng to return to China, every time the video was made, the disciples would have dark circles under their eyes that could not fade away, and they would also be listless and frowning during training.

Fortunately, looking at it now, Wen Zheng's whole portrait has come back to life, just like a big tree with green buds tenaciously after the cold winter.

"I've been meaning to come and see you."

Obediently bowed his head and followed Coach Lin, Wen Zheng said that he was a little guilty, but actually he came here to ask the teacher for something.

"There is a class next, if you happen to be free, please help me demonstrate it to everyone."

Don't expose him, Coach Lin is in the Horse Association, so he knows more or less about what happened recently.The master and apprentice walked down the stairs side by side and came to the school's field training ground.

When Wen Zheng came back to see the news about his teacher, it was widely spread, and after a while half the school knew about it.I also heard that he was going to give a demonstration to everyone, and even those who didn't have lessons ran to take up seats outside the training ground. It is not easy to see the scene of international players.

After preparing the horse proficiently, Wen Zheng walked around the field for a few times to warm up. After feeling that both the horse and the horse had let go, he nodded to the teacher on the side to indicate that he was ready.

Looking into the process of adjusting his state, Coach Lin showed a little relief in his eyes, and explained in a loud voice:

"The content of our class today is to press the waves. When practicing, pay attention to balance, be relaxed and natural, accompanied by the movement of the horse..."

"I heard that you are going to participate in the team competition."

After class, Coach Lin and Wen Zheng walked in the school together. She asked Wen Zheng, "Did you find someone?"

"No." Guessing that the coach should have received the news a long time ago, Wen Zheng didn't beat around the bush about his desire to form a team:

"I want to ask the teacher if there is anyone you can recommend?"

Coach Lin didn't answer him directly: "Time is a bit tight now, are you going to participate in the four-star game in Australia next month?"

Wen Zheng nodded: "Yes, I plan to take four horses. One is the current war horse, and the other three are newly trained and have no competition experience."

After briefly talking to the coach about the condition of several horses, Wen Zheng planned to bring at least two of them to the four-star level in the latest competition.Because in addition to the qualifying rounds for the Olympics, you also need to pass a qualifying round before you can officially keep your tickets.

"Then your task is a bit tight."

After listening to his plan, Coach Lin thought for a moment, then nodded and said:

"I know three players. They will participate in the Australian competition with you. You can know in advance whether their level is suitable. It's just that whether you can integrate them into a team depends on yourself."

Wen Zheng's footsteps stopped suddenly, and before he opened his mouth, the teacher already knew why he came, even the list was sorted out for him.

"Coach, I'm sorry!" Wen Zheng had a lot of words stuck in his throat, but he couldn't speak coherently: "I..."

"Don't talk about these things. I have watched you grow up for so many years. If you move your eyes, I can know what you think."

Patting Wen Zheng's back comfortingly, Coach Lin's eyes were a little red:

"If you really want to thank the teacher, train hard and at least win the qualifying competition."

Hua Guo's development in this event is insufficient. Since Coach Lin retired, there have been two rounds of Olympics without Hua Guo's athletes entering the preliminaries.

"Are you and Mr. Yi okay?" When the master and apprentice had lunch together, Coach Lin asked, "What does he think of your competition?"

"He gave me a lot of support." Mentioning Yi Chengyun, Wen Zheng's brows and eyes unknowingly curved, revealing a shallow dimple:

"If there is no him this time, I don't know how many difficulties I will encounter."

"That's good!" Coach Lin noticed the change in his eyes, quietly put down a big stone in his heart, and said with a smile:

"If he's free some other day, you can take him over to have a look. I haven't seen him since I came to high school. I remember he's a nice kid."

Wen Zheng and Yi Chengyun were in the same equestrian club in high school. At that time, Coach Lin was the director and head coach. Naturally, he also noticed the unclear relationship between his lover and Yi Chengyun, and was deeply impressed by this junior. .

Wen Zheng smiled and replied, "Okay, I'll go back and ask him."

After spending a long time with Coach Lin, Wen Zheng reluctantly left.Wait for him to finish training in the afternoon.After receiving the list of players and his resume from coach Lin, he found that it would indeed be a special team.

There were three contestants in it, and each had its own complicated situation. Wen Zheng felt a little headache, so he decided to send the three of them an email first, inviting them to meet at the nearest convenient time, so as to find out their respective personalities.

The knock on the door interrupted Wen Zheng's thoughts, and he saw the horse farm assistant standing outside his office door, with a distressed face and said:

"Mr. Wen. There is a guest who wants to see you."

Wen Zheng raised his head and asked, "Who is he?"

The assistant of the racecourse said helplessly: "This is a customer who came to buy horses. He didn't make an appointment, but insisted on meeting with you face to face."

"Buy a horse?" Wen Zheng was stunned. They did have one or two ponies without owners, but they didn't seem to announce the information for sale.

"Long time no see." When Wen Zheng walked out of the hall, he saw an unexpected person:

"I'm sorry to disturb Mr. Wen. I really want to see you. I hope you can forgive my rudeness and forgive me."

The young man sitting by the window was about the same age as Wen Zheng. He crossed his legs, wore a black sequined suit, crossed his arms, and raised his head to look at him.

The young man has a pair of lovable fox eyes, which makes him look very friendly, but upon closer inspection, one can feel an evil spirit in the deep black eyes, so that the smile on the corner of his mouth seems to have a deep meaning.

Qin Zhong, the third son of the Qin family.

Wen Zheng was in the same high school as him, and that person always maintained a polite appearance on the surface, one of the few rich kids who didn't directly conflict with Wen Zheng in school.

"Mr. Qin, hello." Wen Zheng asked the staff to go to work first, sat down opposite him calmly, and squeezed out a polite smile:

"There should be no need for us to talk about old times. Also, unfortunately, there are no horses suitable for you here. I'm sorry to make you waste your time. Please go back."

If Wen Zheng hadn't been forced into a desperate situation by the hotel project in his previous life and had to bow his head to ask the Qin family for help, he might never have known that Qin Zhong hated him so much.

When the Qin family asked the Qin family to contribute to bring back the Wen family, it was the biggest insult Wen Zheng had ever received in his previous life.

The smile on Qin Zhong's face was like the spring breeze in March, without any flaws.A real gentleman:

"You are too indifferent to your old classmates. I just want to help you."

I don't know if it was Wen Zheng's illusion, but Qin Zhong seemed to kick him lightly under the table intentionally or unintentionally.

Trying his best to recover from the chilling memories of his previous life, Wen Zheng lowered his head and sipped his coffee, and refused directly:

"I don't need the Qin family's help, please go back."

There was no room for negotiation, Qin Zhong didn't expect him to refuse so quickly, maintained a formulaic smile, and stood up gracefully:

"Sorry, I stepped over the line. If you change your mind in the future, please feel free to contact me. This is my business card."

Sitting at the table for a long time, Wen Zheng waited outside the window to see Qin Zhong's sports car sped away, and fell on the back of the chair as if exhausted, then raised his hand to pick up the business card on the table and tore it to pieces.

At first he didn't take Qin Zhong's visit to heart, but after returning home, he realized that something was wrong.

A piece of pop-up news brought Wen Zheng's feeling of uneasiness to its peak:

According to the report, Fan Rong, the second son of Fan, was sent to a mental hospital outside the province for intensive treatment due to serious mental illness.

Could it be that Fan Rui realized that Fan Rong was useless and decided to abandon him?Then, in the end, is the Qin family only planning to deal with him alone, or are they planning to join forces with the Fan family to deal with the Yi family?

"Why are your brows knit together?" Yi Chengyun's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Are you back?" Wen Zheng turned around, stretched his eyebrows, and waved at him:

"When I went to see Coach Lin today, I bought tiramisu on the way, which was perfect for dessert. Also, I talked to Tan Si, if you really want to know him, I will give you his email address. "

While putting down the briefcase, Yi Chengyun took off his coat and asked casually:

"Is it the bakery near Coach Lin's house? If you have time, I'll go have a meal with her."

Wen Zheng was very surprised: "How do you know?"

Yi Chengyun lowered his head and gave a chuckle, a little bit of unhappiness before leaving get off work disappeared when he met Shang Wenzheng's eyes.

Half an hour ago, Yi Chengyun received a group of photos in his private mailbox with the title of "Private Meeting".

The person who took the photo grasped the angle very precisely, and took the meeting between Qin Zhong and Wen Zheng quite ambiguously, and attached a record of Qin Zhong's sports car staying outside the racecourse for three hours.

After glancing at the photo indifferently, Yi Chengyun calmly blocked the sender and put the email into the trash can, with a sneer in his heart:

The methods of the younger generations of the Qin family turned out to be so childish.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Zheng stood up, took two steps to block Yi Chengyun, and asked angrily.

He is too familiar with this expression, whenever Yi Chengyun shows this expression, it means that he is about to say something annoying.

"I remember when I was in high school, a little liar deliberately used the cookies and pastries from that store to secretly replace the chocolates given by other girls in my drawer, thinking I didn't know."

Lifting his head and rubbing his hair, Yi Chengyun hugged the stunned little liar, smiling even wider:

"Why do you think he is so cute?"

Wen Zheng reacted, his face flushed red, and he grabbed his hand in disbelief:

"Wait, how do you know that?"

The author has something to say: Sorry, I overestimated my hand speed, there will be more...

感谢在2020-02-2106:48:40~2020-02-2205:51:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Huawei; 2 bottles of Yinghuo Wenfeng; Zhanling and Fusheng. 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!