Curve Romance [ABO]

After Xiang Ye went out, Wen Qingyun looked at the coat in his hand, secretly put it on his nose, and sniffed it vigorously.

Addictive and smells good...

Fortunately, it is Xiang Ye, so excellent, even the pheromone is so perfect.

After the car was repaired, Xiang Ye didn't make things difficult for him anymore, talked and laughed with Fa Xiao all the way, and drove away.

When Wen Qingyun got up the next day, he was still holding Xiang Ye's coat in his arms. He nestled on the bed, buried his whole face in the clothes, and rubbed hard.

"Om-oom-"

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone interrupted Wen Qingyun's movements. He turned over and took out the mobile phone under the pillow. When he saw the caller ID, his expression became serious.

"Brother Ming, what's the matter?" Wen Qingyun asked.

The caller was Chen Ming, the creditor, and he usually only called when he asked himself to repay the debt.

"Little Wen, my nephew just entered the F1 season this year. I remember, you used to be a racing engineer abroad, so I will leave my nephew to you..."

Chen Ming was talking to himself on the other end of the phone, while Wen Qingyun lowered her eyes, her face was expressionless, and she gently teased with her thumb and index finger.

After he left Xiangye, it’s not that he hadn’t considered joining another team to work as a technician, but after trying it, he found that as long as he entered the team, all he could think of was the scene of Xiangye’s car burning on the track, and he couldn’t concentrate at all. Work.

"Ha..." Just thinking about it, Wen Qingyun's back was covered with sweat, and her fingertips trembled slightly, "I'm sorry, Brother Ming, I may not be able to continue to be a racing engineer."

"Do you think I'll discuss it with you? At your current repayment rate, you'll only be able to repay 800 million yuan in a few years. You only need to help my nephew. The result doesn't matter. Every national grand prix will count as 10 yuan for you."

Wen Qingyun was a little shaken when he heard the words. He could get 1 million yuan for one F20 racing championship in about 200 countries, and he could pay off all the principal in four years.

It's really a good way to get rid of the debt as soon as possible. Chen Ming really put his heart into this nephew, otherwise he wouldn't have offered him such a good deal.

Thinking of this, Wen Qingyun laughed at himself, that he would be so downcast to this day.

……

Before the F1 race, Minghai Circuit.

Wen Qingyun still agreed to Chen Ming, and followed the team to the paddock. The garages of each team have been arranged, because there is still some time before the test, the drivers are all greeting each other in the paddock, accepting TV interviews.

Wen Qingyun is still fine, helping the technicians assemble the F1 car in the maintenance area.

When Xiang Ye came out of the P room of his team, he happened to see Wen Qingyun in team uniform standing in front of an orange Renault racing car.

Xiang Ye was stunned for three seconds, then walked over with his helmet in his hand.

"Wen Qingyun." Xiang Ye stood behind him, with no emotion in his tone.

Wen Qingyun's body froze, and when he heard the familiar voice, he suddenly realized why Xiang Ye returned to China. The second race of this year's F1 championship was in Minghai City, and Xiang Ye came back to participate in the competition.

He actually forgot the code, he shouldn't have promised Chen Ming to come and help...

Wen Qingyun bit the bullet and turned around. Xiang Ye in front of him was wearing a black one-piece racing suit, like a black panther, mysterious and cold.Every line on his face was tense, and those deep eyes were staring at him deeply.

"Boss Wen, you have several jobs. I said how could you not be an engineer, you just don't want to be my racing engineer." Seeing Wen Qingyun's face, Xiang Ye smiled angrily and said.

"It's not like that, Xiang Ye." Wen Qingyun wanted to explain, but felt powerless and unnecessary.

What should he say, is he standing here for 10 yuan? He still doesn't want his embarrassing side to be seen by Xiang Ye.

"Xiang Ye, are you reminiscing with your former racing engineer?" A sarcastic voice came out.

Not far away, Chen Ming's nephew, Chen Yiping, came over. Chen Yiping was a mixed-race foreign driver.

When Xiang Ye saw Chen Yiping, his eyes almost burst into flames. Chen Yiping deliberately targeted him in foreign competitions this year, causing him to make a mistake in the main match and almost retire.

Unexpectedly, Wen Qingyun's team was Chen Yiping's team.

"It seems that you did it on purpose, Chen Yiping." Xiang Ye glanced at Wen Qingyun, then looked at Chen Yiping.

"That's not true, but I just want to prove that you can't get Xiang Ye, but you can get it with a little more money."

"Chen Yiping, it's done." Wen Qingyun's face was bloodless, trying to interrupt Chen Yiping's words.

He hasn't paid attention to F1 races for a long time, and he doesn't know that Xiang Ye and Chen Yiping have formed a relationship before.

Chen Yiping ignored it, and said with a sneer, "Wen Qingyun owes my uncle 800 million, and he will have to stay with me and work for our team for at least the next five years. At least in this respect, I have won you over. "

Hearing this, Xiang Ye frowned, and looked at Wen Qingyun in disbelief.

Before Wen Qingyun could say anything, Chen Yiping's alpha pheromone was released, and the pheromone was as cold as ice, extremely oppressive.

The few omegas in the paddock were oppressed to the point of suffocation.

Wen Qingyun realized that his legs were already weak, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. Xiang Ye supported him before he fell.

It wasn't until Xiang Ye's pheromone was released that Wen Qingyun was rescued. He tried his best to let his glands touch the Xiang Ye's pheromone in the air to make himself feel better.

Seeing Wen Qingyun relying on his pheromone so much, the anger in Xiang Ye's heart calmed down a little.

"Since you want to win me so much, why not take a gamble, if you win me, I promise you anything." Xiang Ye looked at Chen Yiping sharply.

"Then if you win, what do you want? My racing engineer?" Chen Yiping said calmly.

"No, if I win, you have to pay Wen Qingyun 800 million for this match."

For Xiang Ye, 800 million is just the money he invested in the car for a year. Since he was 8 years old, he has invested millions every year. The most important thing his family lacks is money.

Xiang Ye also wanted to pay back the money directly for Wen Qingyun, but he wanted to protect Wen Qingyun's dignity even more.

"Xiang Ye, don't do...do unnecessary things." Wen Qingyun's whole body was limp, and what he said was clearly angry, more like coquettishness.

"Wen Qingyun, I will settle your debt with you slowly, be more honest now." Xiang Ye said sharply.

Wen Qingyun was startled by Xiang Ye's fierce look, and subconsciously did not dare to refute.

But Chen Yiping in front of him hesitated for a moment, but he didn't know what to think of, so he readily agreed.

Then he walked to Xiang Ye's side, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "If I win, you will quit the F1 season from next year."

"make a deal."

Wen Qingyun wanted to ask Xiang Ye several times, but was rejected indifferently by that person, who didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

Wen Qingyun was anxious and uneasy, not knowing what Xiang Ye was planning. This feeling of uneasiness lasted until the main match two days later.