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

As soon as Wen Zheng spoke to accept the challenge, dozens of pairs of eyes looked at him, not wanting to miss this good show among the wealthy families.

Smiling disdainfully, he turned his head and gave Yi Chengyun a "trust me" expression, and said proudly:

"To save you from saying that we are bullying others, let's race horses faster than you are best at."

Hearing Zheng's tone, he didn't pay attention to him at all, but Peng Lin's face was ashen, and he smiled back with anger:

"This is what you said, don't regret losing."

Wen Zheng's main equestrian event since he was a child is dressage. The difference between this sport and speed horse racing is like ballet and track and field.

As a professional speed jockey, Peng Lin has obvious advantages, and there are even rumors that he is expected to be selected as Huaguo's Jockey of the Year this year.

"Can I also participate? To save someone from saying that I don't ride horses at all except for taking pictures."

Not wanting the limelight to be taken away, Wen Qi took advantage of the situation and suggested with a sly smile:

"However, I'm not a professional, will it hinder you?"

Wen Zheng didn't even look at him: "Whatever, you won't be able to run ten lengths anyway."

His arrogant tone caused several onlookers to whisper, only Yi Chengyun frowned and remained silent.

Not intending to continue talking nonsense with them, Wen Zheng turned around and strode towards the changing room, leaving Peng Lin and Wen Qi in a state of dismay.

When Wen Zheng changed into his riding clothes and slowly walked onto the arena on his horse, there was a sound of breathing in the audience.

Especially Yi Chengyun, who was sitting in the VIP room, couldn't take his eyes off him:

Wen Zheng was wearing a set of common colorful jockey uniforms, and the riding boots were also the simplest style, which could not conceal his riding posture; his figure was well-proportioned and tall, his strong muscles and smooth body lines were all eye-catching, and he looked extremely courage.

The assistant handed Yi Chengyun the information on the horse selected by Wen Zheng. He chose a 6-year-old purebred Arabian mare named "Sanna". The owner of the horse was the former Deputy Commander-in-Chief of Qatar. , but every time is the champion, but has not played for a year.

Immediately after, Peng Lin leisurely rode into the gate box, glanced sideways at Wen Zhengxuan's horse, let out a sneer, and said pityingly:

"If you don't, don't hold on, I can also let you half a horse."

Peng Lin’s horse is “Louis” who has been with him for many years, a 5-year-old British thoroughbred racehorse whose owner is a rich man in South Korea; this horse was raised by Peng Lin since he was a child, and it goes without saying , Since his first appearance, he has achieved a lot of victories.

"I thought we were competing in riding skills. Could it be that you use your mouth to ride?"

As soon as he got on the horse, Wen Zheng seemed to be a different person, his brows calm and prestige, and he said coldly:

"To shut up."

Wen Qi, who came last, posed along the road so that the photographer next to him could take pictures of his "heroic postures"; he naturally heard the conversation between the two, so he rode forward and taught Wen Zheng with a straight face:

"This is big brother's friend, you shouldn't use this attitude."

Glancing at him, Wen Zheng moved his shoulders and casually replied:

"I will use whatever attitude I have for anyone."

Wen Qi wanted to say something else, but the prepared whistle sounded at the right time, and the three of them adjusted their posture immediately, keeping their eyes on the gate.

There was a "click", and according to the previous agreement, Wen Zheng and Peng Lin gave Wen Qi six horses.Therefore, Wen Qi was the first to go out. His mount was "Napoleon" given by Fan Rui. He was also a thoroughbred racehorse. Unfortunately, he didn't have much experience in the field. If he changed to a more experienced rider, he might be able to win the first prize.

A few seconds later, the railing in front of Wen Zheng and Peng Lin opened at the same time. They were 2000 meters away, and Wen Qi was nearly [-] meters ahead.

I saw Wen Zheng rushed out of the gate like an arrow from the string, his body was as light as a cloud, and the man and the horse were like one body.

Different from the dressage competition which is always elegant and capable, Wen Zheng's riding posture leans forward in the speed competition, with a high concentration of attention, like an unsheathed sword, showing its sharpness.

At the start, Wen Zheng and Peng Lin were almost neck-and-neck, but when the two pulled closer to Wen Qi, who was in the front, unexpectedly, Wen Zheng's mount suddenly exerted strength, and ran to the position where Wen Qi was neck-and-neck.

Gritting his teeth and staring at Wen Zheng who was close at hand, beads of sweat rolled down from the corner of Peng Lin's forehead. He had only one thought in his mind: Impossible.

The reason why he was full of confidence before the race was because he was familiar with the horses here, none of them had better results than him; but the fact in front of him seemed to slap him in the face, let alone such a short distance, how did Wen Zheng do it? of? !

Also shocked was Wen Qi, who didn't accept Wen Zheng's half-brother "embroidered pillow", and actually overtook him by nearly half a horse? !

It's not good, seeing that he had already run halfway, Wen Qi didn't even think about it, he raised his whip and threw it at Wen Zheng.

There was a crisp "hiss", mixed with a low muffled grunt, Wen Zheng's riding uniform was torn by the whip, and the cold winter wind penetrated through the cracks in the clothes, the cold was piercing to the bone.

The hand holding the rein was showing bruises, Wen Zheng bit his lower lip to bleed, his body heaved with the horse's gallop, his eyes fixed on the finish line.

"First place: Wen Zheng, horse: Shanna!"

With the sparse applause in the auditorium, Yi Chengyun didn't even need to look back. Apart from him, few hoped that Wen Zheng would win.

He stared intently at the man riding the horse on the field. The moment he crossed the line, Wen Zheng's dark eyes were piercing, and his whole body was shining; but now, the man's posture gradually changed from "riding in the air" to General riding, with your back slightly back and your whole body relaxed.

At this time, Wen Zheng held back all the vigor in his eyes, and from time to time bowed his head and patted the horse's neck with his hand to show encouragement; whenever he looked at the horse, his eyes were so gentle and affectionate, just like staring at a lover.

Suddenly, Yi Chengyun's expression turned serious, he saw the torn clothes on Wen Zheng's arm.

"Look, I said I would win."

Taking off his helmet gracefully, Wen Zheng walked towards Yi Chengyun, who was walking towards him, nodded, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Are you satisfied now?"

Taking a full view of his intentional movement of covering his arms, Yi Chengyun's eyes were complicated, and he noticed the two people who got off the horse afterwards:

Wen Qi was helped off the horse by his assistant, and he glanced at Peng Lin full of grievances, as if he had been wronged; the latter's face turned blue and white, and Wen Qi looked at each other for a moment, and said nothing.

The stalemate between the two was interrupted by a "crack" of the whip, Wen Qi let out a scream, and the surroundings suddenly became chaotic.

Another "crack" sound pierced the air, and the crowd all looked at the instigator, Wen Zheng, in silence for a moment.

Regardless of the gazes around him, Wen Zheng tapped rhythmically on the other palm with a whip in his hand, smiling and admiring the expression on Wen Qi's face:

"I'll return this whip to you, be sensible, and don't appear here in the future."

Wen Qi covered his arms, his face turned pale from the pain, and stared at him in disbelief:

"I'm your big brother! Are you crazy! Dad will be very disappointed in you!"

He held the assistant's hand, tears welled up in his eyes, and looked at Yi Chengyun with sobs:

"With so many people testifying, I was already willing to admit defeat, but he just didn't want to let me go!"

As if responding to Wen Qi's words, Yi Chengyun walked to Wen Zheng's side without saying a word, and took his hand holding the whip.

Many onlookers were snickering, waiting for Yi Chengyun to teach this young Wen family son a lesson.

Wen Zheng wanted to take back his hand, but he didn't expect Yi Chengyun's movements to be stronger than expected, and his arms were gently held up:

Caiyi was torn open with a long crack by the whip, and her skin was frozen into a bloodless white, with blood spots faintly visible.

I thought Yi Chengyun was going to say a few words about him, but Wen Zheng had already thought up the idea of ​​turning back, and waited for a long time for the other party to speak; he didn't expect that person to look down at his injury intently, his eyes became more and more sullen, and he suddenly felt a feeling of indescribability guilty conscience:

"Look, what to look at."

"Young Master Wen."

Gently covering the wound on his hand, Yi Chengyun raised his head, looked at Wen Qi with hidden stern eyes, and said indifferently:

"If you want people not to know, unless you do nothing yourself, you can do it yourself."

Half leaning on the assistant, Wen Qi was performing a bitter scene a second ago, but now his hair is numb and his lips are trembling unconsciously: Yi Chengyun's gaze is frightening, as if he can see through his eyes directly the human soul.

Does he know something?Wen Zheng's heart moved, he turned his head to look at Yi Chengyun; it happened that the other person also turned his head to look at him, and there seemed to be a wave of fluctuation in that person's voice that was always neither sad nor happy:

"Go home and change your clothes."

Wen Zheng rarely dared to make mistakes: "Okay."

The two walked back to the villa without a word. Wen Zheng went upstairs alone to change his clothes. When he went downstairs, he saw that Zhou Jun had already prepared the medicine for the wound, and he was waiting by the side with his hands down.

Yi Chengyun sat on the sofa, whispered something to the two assistants, and when he saw him come down, he pointed to the opposite seat with a paralyzed face: "Sit."

"I know what you want to say."

Da Lala sat down on the sofa, Wen Zheng let Zhou Jun apply the medicine for him, looked directly into Yi Chengyun's eyes and said:

"They deliberately wanted to embarrass me, thinking that I would lose. Based on what I know about Wen Qi, he will definitely play tricks secretly, and then pretend to be a white lotus to gain sympathy. I'm not afraid."

When he mentioned the war horse, his eyes sparkled, proud and presumptuous:

"Although the horse is an Arabian horse, it was trained to participate in the Dubai World Cup since childhood. It is not an ordinary horse. I recognized it immediately when I saw the list. But 'Sanna' recognizes the jockey. The teacher retired due to injury, and she was unwilling to accept other people. Fortunately, I helped train her when she was a child. In other words, I always wanted to borrow it when she was seven or eight years old..."

In Wen Zheng's heart, he couldn't let go of other things except the horse.

Realizing this, Yi Chengyun had mixed feelings in his heart, lowered his eyes and waited for him to finish speaking, and said expressionlessly:

"Gentlemen have a gentleman's duel style, and rogues should use rogue ways to deal with it. You know it's a trick, but you give the other party a chance to hurt you, it is tantamount to killing one thousand enemies and harming eight hundred. You have to understand, Wen Qi is not Possibly cheating everyone all the time, sooner or later it will fall."

What he said was right, but Wen Zheng hated his preaching appearance the most, he lowered his head and didn't hum.

The hall was quiet, and Yi Chengyun watched Wen Zheng reluctantly let Zhou Jun treat the wound. The man had long eyelashes, fair and smooth cheeks, and the curvature of his jaw was as perfect as a sculpture.

If it wasn't that he couldn't bear to destroy this beauty, Yi Chengyun really wanted to do it himself, so that Wen Zheng could have a better memory, so that he would know what would happen if he didn't cherish himself.

Sighing, Yi Chengyun understood Wen Zheng, and keeping silent didn't mean he thought he was wrong, so he persuaded him to use other methods, so he changed the subject:

"Wait until someone comes to measure your clothes, as well as pictures and samples of the wedding ring. You decide the style. I'll go back to the company first."

Just after taking the medicine, Wen Zheng was ordered not to move around for the time being, so he could only sit on the sofa and watch Yi Chengyun go out with two assistants.

"The young master is not angry."

Seemingly able to see through his mind, Zhou Jun tidied up the medicine box and comforted him:

"Master, I just feel sorry for you, maybe I'm just a little bit unhappy, you didn't protect yourself well."

Heartache him?Yi Chengyun?

Wen Zheng wanted to laugh a little, but didn't answer.

After getting in the car, the assistant handed the phone to Yi Chengyun, and said cautiously:

"Boss, Peng Lin has been disqualified from the competition. This is Mr. Fan looking for you. He wants to talk to you about Mr. Wen Qi."

Recalling Wen Qi's lame performance just now, a sneer appeared on the corner of Yi Chengyun's mouth, and he answered the phone with mockery in his eyes.