Curve Romance [ABO]

On the day of the race, unfortunately, it was a rainy day. In a rainy day, the speed of the car does not determine everything, but the driver's strategy on the field.

Wen Qingyun sat nervously in the P room, watching the live broadcast of the game on the monitor.

On the display, Xiang Ye neatly entered the cockpit of the red Ferrari, and the action of putting on the helmet caused rain.

Wen Qingyun could only see the straight nose and the determined and winning eyes.His heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest.

Everything in the picture turned into 10 racing cars from 20 teams on the field, ready to go.

"Minghai Grand Prix begins!"

In front of the arena, the moment the five red lights went out, a huge roar echoed in the paddock.

The wheels rolled up the rainwater on the field to form water mist, and all 20 racing cars were submerged in it for a while.

"How is my start?" Chen Yiping's voice came from the radio.

Wen Qingyun didn't have any good feelings for this Chen Yiping, so she replied mechanically at this moment: "Very good, keep it up."

"Wen Qingyun, do you know what will happen to Xiang Ye if I win?" Chen Yiping said.

"Pay attention to the speed when turning. The grip of the rear tires is not stable right now." Wen Qingyun ignored his words. Discussing this kind of thing on the field simply doesn't pay attention to the F1 race.

"I won. Xiang Ye will withdraw from the F1 season from next year. Wen Qingyun, I really didn't expect you to be so capable. I am bound to win this race."

Wen Qingyun didn't believe in Chen Yiping, every time Xiang Ye saw him, he always looked at him with contempt and hatred.

Maybe Xiang Ye didn't love him anymore.

Wen Qingyun broke away from her own thoughts, looked at the fluctuating data of the data station expressionlessly, and noticed that Chen Yiping was ahead of Xiang Ye.

In the paddock, the first car to rush out through the rain and fog was Chen Yiping's Renault racing car.

The narrator's voice was a little excited.

"In the last 20 laps, I didn't expect Chen Yiping to be leading at the Minghai Circuit."

"Wait a minute, Xiang Ye's car has caught up! The outcome is undecided."

Wen Qingyun stared at the screen, subconsciously stood up from her seat, her fingertips trembling slightly.

He still hopes that Xiang Ye will win. Although he doesn't believe Chen Yiping's words, no matter what the bet is, he doesn't want Xiang Ye to suffer.

At this time, Chen Yiping's voice came from the radio: "How different is Xiang Ye from me."

"1.4s, the gap is constantly narrowing, pay attention to defense, and be careful not to slip in the devil's corner in front." Out of professional ethics, Wen Qingyun still reminded him carefully.

On the field, Xiang Ye calmly looked at the orange Renault in front of him.

He planned to overtake at the next bend.

For safety's sake, Chen Yiping slowed down while turning. At this moment, the red racing car came up from behind, and a beautiful red shadow flashed in front of his eyes.

By the time he reacted, Xiang Ye had already cornered on the inner circle and overtook him.

"Exceeded! The wonderful curve internal pressure overtaking, the front is the drs track, it is almost impossible for Chen Yiping to regain his position."

"It's no surprise that Xiang Ye is a veteran of overtaking on curves!"

Xiang Ye didn't take it seriously, winning Chen Yiping was as easy as a routine for him.

"Damn it, damn it!" Chen Yiping scolded over the radio.

Wen Qingyun didn't bother to pay attention to him, he looked at Xiang Ye who was in the first place, and the blood in his body boiled again after three years, moistening his eyes.

Xiang Ye endowed the steel under him with the soul of a beast, and every acceleration, shift, and turn of his was so crisp and beautiful.

It is inevitable to skid in rainy days. When Xiang Ye exited a corner, his body almost hit the wall, but he turned 360 degrees and returned to the track. Even so, he was far ahead of the second car, and there was no possibility for others to overtake him. .

All the people held their breath until the red Ferrari rushed past the finish line, and the cheers from the Xiangye team fans overwhelmed the audience and resounded through the sky.

"Damn it! Wen Qingyun, 800 million yuan for a game, your life is really good." Chen Yiping's violent sarcasm was on the radio.

After arriving at the finish line, Xiang Ye bypassed the reporters in the paddock, took off his helmet and headgear, his cheeks were covered with sweat, and strode toward the P room.

Xiang Ye came all the way.As soon as Wen Qingyun took off the radio headset, he saw Xiang Ye approaching him fiercely.

Wen Qingyun thought that Xiang Ye was here to settle accounts with him, so he took off his radio earphones in fright, and backed away again and again.

The people in Chen Yiping's motorcade were all in the attitude of eating melons, followed by a TV reporter.

"I won." Xiang Ye stared at him, stopped and said.

"Congratulations, and thank you for standing up for me..." Wen Qingyun said, hiding back.

Xiang Ye pressed on every step and grabbed his wrist.

"Why, do you think I'm going to beat you?" Xiang Ye said coldly, condescendingly.

Wen Qingyun was ruthlessly exposed, her ears were reddish, she lowered her head and muttered: "No, you are too fierce..."

"Don't be mean to you, since you thank me, I'll give you a kiss in exchange for 800 million, don't push me away."

As soon as Xiang Ye finished speaking, he didn't give Wen Qingyun a chance to react. He pulled Wen Qingyun into his arms, and the top alpha pheromone filled Wen Qingyun's side.

Wen Qingyun's legs were weak, and he took a big mouthful of air, like a dying fish.

Xiang Ye's pheromone was too turbulent, full of anger and unwillingness.

In the next second, Wen Qingyun's chin was lifted, and a hot kiss swept over him, carrying the wetness of rain and the smell of the race track, it invaded his mouth, and he frantically demanded it.

Xiang Ye's restless heart calmed down in Wen Qingyun's soft lips.

He was so scared after getting off the track, afraid that Wen Qingyun would disappear before his eyes after the race just like three years ago.

He could only tell himself over and over again in a tough way that Wen Qingyun did not run away this time.

Wen Qingyun is where she can see and touch.

Can't let him go anymore.