Curve Romance [ABO]

Wen Qingyun thought there was something wrong with Xiang Ye, but when he looked back, the man had already looked away.

It was almost eleven o'clock when we arrived in Bahrain, and the group went to the hotel that had been prepared in advance.

Most of the people in the convoy had already found someone to share a room with them, only Wen Qingyun was left alone.

"Xiaowen, if you don't dislike it, you can sleep with me..."

Seeing this, Brother Li knew that this group of people had a grudge against Wen Qingyun's sudden departure, so he invited Wen Qingyun.

Wen Qingyun looked at Brother Li gratefully, but was interrupted by Xiang Ye when he was about to thank him.

"You live with me, come with me." After getting out of the elevator, Xiang Ye said.

"..."

Wen Qingyun sneered back at Brother Li, then turned to chase Xiang Ye who was leaving quickly.

Running all the way, Wen Qingyun was a little panting, and every violent breath involved the injury of his waist and abdomen.

Wen Qingyun pressed her side waist and rubbed the bruise, and the pain eased a little.

The door of the suite was opened, and Wen Qingyun followed Xiang Ye in. Xiang Ye inserted the room card into the card slot at the door, and the room brightened up.

Sensing a glimmer of light, Wen Qingyun raised his head, but saw Xiang Ye standing in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Wen Qingyun was taken aback for a moment, and looked at him inexplicably, with a chill down her spine.

What did I do wrong again?

Wen Qingyun didn't intend to take the initiative to talk to Xiang Ye. Enduring the pain in his waist, he bent down to take off his shoes.

"Well!"

The muscles were squeezed, and the sudden stabbing pain made Wen Qingyun unbearable. He clutched his waist and lowered his head, groaning.

Xiang Yexin suddenly softened, and subconsciously supported Wen Qingyun's waist.

"Stand up straight first." Xiang Ye ordered.

Wen Qingyun stood up slowly holding his wound, and Xiang Ye knelt down on one knee. Just as he was about to reach out to hold Wen Qingyun's ankle, Wen Qingyun dodged it.

"I, I can do it myself." Wen Qingyun looked at Xiang Ye in panic, her eyes were full of disbelief.

Xiang Ye frowned and looked up at him. From this angle, Wen Qingyun could see the mole on Xiang Ye's forehead, the straight bridge of the nose, and the cold and hard facial lines.

Xiang Ye's unapproachable appearance really doesn't match his behavior at the moment.

"It hurts like this, why come by yourself, don't trouble me, just stay honest."

Xiang Ye said coldly, but his warm hand stubbornly held Wen Qingyun's ankle again.

Wen Qingyun's ankle bones are distinct, and Xiang Ye can completely wrap them with one hand.

"In the future, no matter what competition, you can only share a room with me, and you are not allowed to go to other people's rooms, do you understand?"

Xiang Ye took off Wen Qingyun's shoes and put the slippers in front of him.

Then she stood up and looked directly at Wen Qingyun, those eyes were full of possessiveness.

Like a wolf protecting its food, its eyes gleamed fiercely.

Wen Qingyun nodded in a daze, guessing in her heart what Xiang Ye's purpose was for doing this.

Wen Qingyun didn't understand after thinking for a long time, but guessed that Xiang Ye was afraid that he would cause trouble for others, or that he didn't deserve to make friends with the people in the team.

"Speak." Xiang Ye's voice was low, with an alpha oppression.

The ferocious tone made Wen Qingyun slightly tremble, glanced at Xiang Ye cautiously, and drooped her face in fear.

"Understood." Wen Qingyun finally compromised, her voice was soft and pitiful.

Looking at Wen Qingyun's soft appearance, Xiang Ye's heart also turned into a puddle of spring water, and his tone was not so serious.

"Go to bed early. I have to go to the track paddock early tomorrow morning. You can choose one of the two rooms. I'll take a shower first."

After Xiang Ye finished speaking, he turned around and took off his black t-shirt, and threw it on the side cabinet.

As soon as Wen Qingyun raised his head, he saw Xiang Ye's strong upper body, every muscle was just right.

He hurriedly avoided his sight, his ears were slightly red, and walked towards the room on the right.

Xiang Ye's gaze followed him like a shadow, Wen Qingyun could feel the full tension of a top alpha, if he stayed for a second longer, his legs would weaken.

……

The next day was the practice session for the Bahrain Grand Prix. All the drivers entered the arena, were interviewed by reporters before the race, and practiced and tested the vehicles one after another.

When Wen Qingyun woke up early in the morning, Xiang Ye was no longer in the room. He also quickly changed into the uniform red Ferrari racing suit and set off.

F1 stadium in Bahrain.

As soon as Wen Qingyun entered, he could hear the distinctive roar of F1 cars. The P room (maintenance area) and control center of each team had been built, and everyone was busy testing the cars.

The red Ying Ying driven by Xiang Ye was speeding past on the track, and the sound of the engine that Wen Qingyun heard just now came from the Ferrari under him.

"Little Wen, you're here." Brother Li, wearing a radio headset, walked over from the console of Room P.

"One of the tire changing technicians has been transferred away. You are in charge of the right front tire of the car. There is no need to change tires in the practice race, but I will let you practice later to ensure the fastest tire change speed in the race."

Brother Li put his hand on Wen Qingyun's shoulder and told him about his work.

Wen Qingyun frowned, looking at the colleagues in the P room who were testing the racing car, inexplicably nervous.

"Okay, I know Brother Li, I understand the process, I'll go get acquainted first."

During the racing driver competition, if the tires are worn out, they will enter the P station, and a group of technicians such as Wen Qingyun will complete the tire replacement.

Wen Qingyun negotiated with his colleagues quickly, and before he could get acquainted with the P room, the sound of an engine came from far and near.

"Boom--"

A red Ferrari parked steadily in front of the P room, and the tire change technicians swarmed up. Wen Qingyun squatted at the position of the right front wheel with concentration, and put on a new tire.

"3.5s!" The timer raised his voice.

"Wen Qingyun, didn't you realize that all of us were waiting for you when you finished changing? In 3.5 seconds, if you slow down, the opponent can drive the car home!"

He Han, who was in charge of the right rear wheel, stood up, pointed at Wen Qingyun and reprimanded him.

Wen Qingyun's face was ugly. He Han's accusation and the gaze of other colleagues reminded him of the cyber violence three years ago.

The grievances accumulated for too long made Wen Qingyun not want to continue to swallow his anger.

"Instead of targeting me everywhere, it's better to believe me, I worked for Ferrari seven years ago, I'm familiar with it, please give me some time."

Wen Qingyun's words were neither humble nor overbearing and full of sincerity.

He Han had nothing to say now, his cheeks flushed from holding back, he stared at Wen Qingyun, snorted coldly for a while, and took the old tire into the P room.

"New colleague?" The sudden cheerful tone broke the awkward atmosphere.

The one who got out of the red Ferrari's cockpit was Xiao Linghe, another racing driver in the team besides Xiang Ye.

Xiao Linghe had dark red wolf-tail hair, a silver cross earring on his right ear, and was holding the helmet in his hand, looking at Wen Qingyun with interest.

"You can't be Xiang Ye's former engineer, Wen Qingyun, right?" Xiao Linghe walked quickly to Wen Qingyun's side with bright eyes.

Wen Qingyun was so frightened by Xiao Linghe who was so enthusiastic, took a step back and pretended to be calm.

"Hello." Wen Qingyun showed a business smile.

Xiao Linghe didn't respond, he leaned close to his ear, sniffed, and then stared at the gland at the back of Wen Qingyun's neck.

"You are an omega? After reading your interviews back then, I thought you were an alpha. This is the first time I have met an omega who is engaged in F1 racing engineering. Wouldn't it be difficult?" Xiao Linghe said.

"Fortunately, it was beta before, and I'm used to it now." Wen Qingyun seemed to be infected by Xiao Linghe's enthusiasm, and said a few more words.

On the way Xiang Ye drove the racing car back to Room P, he saw Xiao Linghe and Wen Qingyun talking and laughing at the door of Room P.

Through the goggles of the helmet, the jealousy in Xiang Ye's eyes almost burned his sanity.

After the reunion, Wen Qingyun had never smiled to herself once, but now she smiled so happily at a driver she just met.

How much does he hate himself, even the kind smiles of strangers are stingy in charity.

Xiang Ye slammed on the brakes.

"Hey-"

The ear-piercing sound of brakes caused the two people who were talking happily in front of Room P to turn their heads one after another.