Curve Romance [ABO]

The F1 Grand Prix in Minghai City has ended, and there are teams leaving the hotel one after another.

After breakfast, Xiang Ye wanted to drive Wen Qingyun off, but at first Wen Qingyun refused, so Xiang Ye used work as an excuse.

"The next grand prix is ​​in Berlin. I'll call you to arrange work in a few days. You can adjust your status in a few days." Xiang Ye in the driver's seat glanced at Wen Qingyun from the corner of his eye and said.

Wen Qingyun responded shallowly, looked out the window and said nothing.

red light.

The car stopped at the intersection.

"Pure bone broth meatballs, ten yuan a piece!" A street vendor shouted from outside the car window.

Wen Qingyun's eyes lit up, he rolled down the car window halfway, and leaned over to look.

The seller of bone soup meatballs is an old lady in her 60s, her business is booming, and there is a circle of people in front of the stall.

He had eaten the meatballs from this restaurant once when he was a child, but he hadn't eaten them for a long time.

Xiang Ye looked at Wen Qingyun's exposed half of his waist behind Wen Qingyun, and his heart felt itchy.

"Want to eat?" Xiang Ye asked.

"I ate it once when I was in school. My aunt doesn't fix the location every time. She sells it as she goes. It's hard to meet." Wen Qingyun didn't say that she wanted to eat it.

The wind blows into the car, and the air is filled with Wen Qingyun's faint grass-flavored pheromone, which is tantalizing.

There was still some time before the red light, Xiang Ye looked back at Wen Qingyun's hair blown by the wind, lowered his voice, and said solemnly: "Wen Qingyun, did you break up with me three years ago because of the money? "

Wen Qingyun froze, closed the car window, and frowned in embarrassment.

"If you tell me the truth, I'll buy you small meatballs." Xiang Ye tried to seduce him with meatballs.

Wen Qingyun thought to herself, even though she was in debt, she wouldn't be able to afford little meatballs.

Why is Xiang Ye so naive.

Wen Qingyun looked back at Xiang Ye helplessly, thinking about how to answer and fool him, but suddenly remembered Xiang Ye's slap yesterday.

Xiang Ye has never hit him before, if he lies this time, will Xiang Ye still bully him in different ways.

"Not because of money."

Wen Qingyun felt that he was not lying, and it was not just because of money that he left Xiang Ye.

Just as Xiang Ye was about to say something, when the green light turned on, he kicked the accelerator with a sullen face. Wen Qingyun slammed back and subconsciously supported Xiang Ye's arm on the car gear.

"Xiang Ye, you can't drive like this, it's dangerous, slow down immediately." Wen Qingyun hurriedly instructed, he was very principled when it came to cars.

The warmth on the arm spread from the flesh to the tip of the heart, but Xiang Ye felt that Wen Qingyun was so far away from him.

"Then why did you leave me?" Xiang Ye's eyes were flushed, and his tone was ruthless.

Xiang Ye couldn't figure this out after thinking about it for three years. Wen Bao, whom he had spoiled for four years, suddenly broke up with him without warning.

Wen Qingyun didn't actually think about how to answer this question, but at least he couldn't tell the truth now.

He no longer has the ability to compete in F1 for Xiangye.

And he suffered from psychological problems because of the competition, let alone let such a self drag down the field.

It was because of his own misjudgment that Xiang Ye failed to win three consecutive grand prix championships, and finally had an accident...

Thinking of this, Wen Qingyun began to feel his heart beating faster and breathing hard. The explosion three years ago completely left a shadow in his heart.

Every time he thinks about it, it breaks his spirits.

"Maybe... I just don't like you anymore. There is no other reason, so you don't need to ask." Wen Qingyun lowered her head, secretly clutched her trembling hand, and gave a reason casually.

"Hey-"

The silver-gray sports car slammed to the brakes on the side of the street.

Xiang Ye's knuckles were turning white while holding the steering wheel, the muscles on his face were tense, and he was staring at the front with heavy eyes.

After three years of separation, Xiang Ye thought about many reasons.

Only thought about this one.

"Get out of the car." Xiang Ye's voice was as cold as frost, holding back his anger.

Wen Qingyun was stunned for two seconds, his eyes dimmed.

"I'm sorry..." His voice was as light as a feather.

Immediately afterwards, he unbuttoned his seat belt sideways and pushed open the door.

"I really hate you, Wen Qingyun."

The moment her feet were on the ground, Xiang Ye's cold and heartless words came from behind her, and Wen Qingyun didn't dare to turn her head.

He was afraid that Xiang Ye would see clearly the grievance and mixed love in his eyes.

That's fine, as long as Xiang Ye can stand on the podium, it's worth it for him to do so.

The place where Wen Qingyun got off the car was very close to the garage, and he could walk there in 10 minutes. Unfortunately, he was a road idiot, so he had to use the mobile phone map to follow.

Xiang Ye's eyes were red from Wen Qingyun's anger, but he turned around and went back after waiting for a traffic light.

Xiang Ye drove the car around behind Wen Qingyun, with one hand on the car window and the other on the steering wheel.

He stared at Wen Qingyun's lonely back, slowed down the car, with a cold face the whole time, watched Wen Qingyun return to the garage, and then stepped on the accelerator to accelerate away.

……

In the evening, Wen Qingyun finished repairing the last car.

Just as the door was about to close, a group of people came outside.

"Are you okay?" Wen Qingyun asked blankly.

"Xiao Wen, how long has it been? I don't know any of my people anymore. Are you too comfortable paying off your debts?" Chen Ming, the creditor, squeezed out from behind the crowd and sneered.

Wen Qingyun's complexion changed, hiding the resistance in her eyes.

"Brother Chen." Wen Qingyun called out.

"800 million for a game? You are awesome, Wen Qingyun."

Chen Ming looked at Wen Qingyun and smiled sadly, his face was full of flesh, and now he looked even more ferocious.

Wen Qingyun already knew that this matter would not end so easily.

"Chen Yiping personally agreed, and he gave the check. I didn't force him. Brother Chen, do you want to go back on your word?" Wen Qingyun said neither humble nor overbearing.

"I don't regret it. I came here today to collect some interest from you. My nephew didn't live up to it. You also crossed the river and demolished the bridge. I gave you a chance to pay back the money quickly. How dare you play tricks on me!"

"Brother Chen, I... um!"

Just as Wen Qingyun was about to explain, he was punched in the stomach. Chen Ming was an alpha, with enough strength, and with the oppressive pheromone, Wen Qingyun felt that he was almost out of breath.

This punch seemed to hit Wen Qingyun's internal organs, and the pain caused his face to turn pale immediately.

"Ahem..." Wen Qingyun knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"Dare to play tricks on me, I'm tired of the job - smash his shop!"

Chen Ming waved his hand, and the group of people behind him rushed in one after another, and the garage instantly became chaotic.

Wen Qingyun clutched her stomach, completely powerless to stop the behavior of these beasts.

The sound of smashing things was so ear-piercing, but Wen Qingyun only saw that the coat that was thrown on the ground belonged to Xiang Ye.

"Don't touch it..." Wen Qingyun staggered to his feet, trying to walk over to stop her.

"Damn it, I'm annoyed to see you being so mean." Chen Ming scolded without hesitation, "The pheromones on this clothes are so rich, which alpha seduced you, huh?"

Wen Qingyun turned a blind eye to it, and when his fingertips were about to touch the dress, Chen Ming walked over, grabbed Wen Qingyun's arm, and kicked him on the stomach.

"Uh!" Wen Qingyun snorted, curled up on the ground, unable to resist anymore.

The things in the room were gradually disappeared by the sound of chaotic footsteps, and Chen Ming's angry curses got farther and farther away from him.

In the whole night, only the lights of Wen Qingyun's garage remained on until morning.

Like the only sail floating in the vast ocean, a lonely sail.