Curve Romance [ABO]

Xiang Ye was dressed in a red one-piece racing driver with a helmet in his hand. It was a hot summer day. After dozens of laps, his temples were soaked with sweat.

The air is Xiangye's pheromone, although it is sweet and greasy, it has an inconspicuous sense of oppression.

"Xiang Ye, are you done so soon?" Xiao Linghe greeted.

Xiang Ye seemed to be stingy with Xiao Linghe even from the corner of his eye. He just glanced at Wen Qingyun with those cold eyes, then turned his head and went to the opposite team lounge to rest.

Wen Qingyun's heart froze suddenly, and suddenly remembered the night after the reunion, Xiang Ye's expression just now was similar to that morning.

So icy cold.

Wen Qingyun's complexion darkened, and he lost interest in talking to Xiao Linghe. After a few words, he followed the racing technician to the P room to complete the final preparations for the F1 car before going on the field.

"See, Brother Xiang doesn't even bother to talk to you." He Han approached arrogantly and said.

Wen Qingyun ignored it with a sullen face. He didn't need to be serious about this kind of childish fan behavior.

Wen Qingyun practiced changing tires all morning and tested the performance of the vehicle. She didn't go to Ferrari's restaurant for dinner until noon.

At this moment, Xiang Ye and several technicians from the Ferrari team were sitting together, and Wen Qingyun could hear the voice behind the screen as soon as Wen Qingyun entered the hall.

"Brother Xiang, you suddenly called Wen Qingyun back to be a tire-changing technician, would he be willing?"

"That's right, I think he's a bit unfamiliar with changing tires, and he doesn't have a good relationship with his colleagues. Why do you have to arrange him in?"

"Brother Xiang, don't you still like him?"

The playful conversation reached Wen Qingyun's ears, and after the last sentence, the dinner table fell into silence, and everyone was waiting for Xiang Ye's answer.

Wen Qingyun knew that he should leave immediately, but he couldn't move.

He clearly knew why Xiang Ye had arranged for him, but he still wanted to know how Xiang Ye would answer this question.

Xiang Ye behind the screen was still angry with Wen Qingyun, he glanced coldly at the group of nosy people opposite him, and said angry words nonchalantly.

"You think too much. Wen Qingyun has long since ceased to fascinate me. I don't care what he does with others! Bullying him and getting revenge on him is my goal."

Xiang Ye didn't know who he was speaking to, and what he said against his will not only didn't make him feel relieved, but made him even more depressed.

"Clap!"

The crisp sound of the dishes falling on the ground attracted Xiang Ye's attention behind the screen. He raised his eyes and could only see a blurry figure through the screen.

"Sorry sir, you are not hurt."

Wen Qingyun's face was pale, he couldn't even say "it's okay", he shook his head with red eyes, and knelt down to help the waiter clean up the debris.

"Sir, don't bother you, we can come!"

The waiter's words were a step late, and the white ceramic chip slid across Wen Qingyun's trembling fingertips, and a bright red liquid flowed out. As the blood was exposed to the air, omega pheromones also scattered.

It turns out that hearing the three words 'dislike' is the feeling.

Did what I said that day hurt Xiang Ye?Or that he doesn't care at all.

"Sorry." Wen Qingyun got up in a panic, he turned around and fled in despair.

Xiang Yeben had already looked away, but when he smelled the grass-flavored pheromone in the air, he stood up abruptly.

"Xiang Ye, where are you going? The steak hasn't been served yet."

"Hey, isn't that Wen Qingyun? Why did he come and go." A sharp-eyed person saw the figure running away outside the restaurant.

Xiang Ye stared at the receding figure, feeling uneasy for no reason, how much Wen Qingyun heard what he said just now.

He swallowed a sour plum that was not easy to spit out, and he felt the taste himself.

In the afternoon, Xiang Ye was supposed to discuss strategies with the engineers at the competition center, but he released the pigeons and went to the engineer console near the P room.

"Xiang Ye? Why are you sitting here? Aren't you going to the competition center?" Brother Li came over from room P and asked in surprise.

"Did you...see Wen Bao just now?" Xiang Ye spoke with difficulty.

Brother Li looked back at Room P, with a confused expression on his face: "Isn't Xiao Wen there? You didn't see it."

"How does he look?" Xiang Ye raised his hand and rubbed his swollen temples, and asked.

Brother Li didn't know why, and looked at Xiang Ye suspiciously.

"I mean, is he...crying?" Xiang Ye's voice was low and he spoke very slowly.

The reason why Xiang Ye asked this question was because the two had just been together many years ago, and Xiang Ye had just grown up, young and energetic, more domineering than now, even a little arrogant.

During a quarrel, Xiang Ye said similar harsh words to Wen Qingyun, "Don't think I really like you that much, it's up to you." '

Wen Qingyun broke down and cried on the spot, it was the first time Wen Qingyun cried, and Xiang Ye stayed where he was, distressed and regretful.

It was also because of that sentence that he coaxed Wen Qingyun for a week. Since then, Xiang Ye has never said similar harsh words to Wen Qingyun.

"I didn't cry, I looked at him very well, and tried my best to blend in with everyone."

Xiang Ye looked complicated, and turned to look at Wen Qingyun's busy red back in the P room.

Wen Qingyun did not cry. He has been away for three years, and he has long been less vulnerable.

Xiang Ye's few words will not easily break down the wall that has been built in his heart.

The wheels rolled up dust, Wen Qingyun raised his head, the dust got into his right eye, and he couldn't open it for a while.

He was still wearing work gloves on his hand, so he had to rub it with his exposed wrist, but it didn't work.

Until, he felt a shadow hanging over him, accompanied by chocolate-flavored pheromones.

When Xiang Ye saw Wen Qingyun rubbing his eyes, he left Brother Li who was teasing him, and strode over.

"Don't mess around." Xiang Ye frowned, raised his hand and pulled Wen Qingyun's hand away.

When Wen Qingyun heard Xiang Ye's voice, he subconsciously wanted to run away from him. He took a step back, trying to break free from Xiang Ye's hand.

"I can do it myself." Wen Qingyun refused bluntly.

"Don't move around, don't you know that your eyes are prone to inflammation?" Xiang Ye frowned, his tone could not refuse.

Wen Qingyun didn't expect Xiang Ye to remember this, he was stunned for a moment, and missed the opportunity to push Xiang Ye away.

Xiang Ye put his hand on the back of Wen Qingyun's neck, forcing him to raise his head, then gently opened his eyelids with his hands, and dripped the eye drops he carried with him into Wen Qingyun's eyes.

It is Xiang Ye's habit to take eye drops. The Berlin paddock is full of dust. In the past, Wen Qingyun would always be blinded.

The eye drops seemed to be dripping a bit too much, and the dust in Wen Qingyun's eyes slid down the corners of the eyes with the transparent liquid.

"Is it better?" Xiang Ye asked, wiping the water stains from the corners of his eyes.

Xiang Ye acted considerately, and Wen Qingyun seemed to have an outlet for his grievances. Looking at Xiang Ye who was so gentle, he really wanted to ask him if what he said at noon was true.

Isn't Xiang Ye happy only if he takes revenge on himself and bullies himself?

Soon, not only the right eye, Wen Qingyun's eyes seemed to be fascinated by the dust, and hot tears flowed down. He bit his lip and stared at Xiang Ye, without making a sound.

Xiang Ye frowned, and wanted to explain, but he didn't want to tell Wen Qingyun his thoughts that hadn't changed in the past three years.

This is a silent game, even Xiang Ye, he doesn't want to admit defeat first.

Hate and love intertwined, soaked in Wen Qingyun's tears, and drenched Xiang Ye's heart.

He didn't understand why he felt so distressed when Wen Qingyun shed tears when he should have hated Wen Qingyun to the bone.

"Wen Qingyun, if you cry again, I'll slap your ass!" Xiang Ye had no choice but to cover half of Wen Qingyun's buttocks with his hands, threatening.

"There's sand in my eyes, I'm not crying, don't meddle in other people's business." Wen Qingyun said without starting.

Wen Qingyun thought, Xiang Ye said that beating himself just followed his wish, taking revenge on himself, bullying himself, and seeing himself in pain, Xiang Ye would be satisfied.

After all, Xiang Ye was just scaring him. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Wen Qingyun's eyes, but in the end he was so reluctant that he hugged her tightly.

"Wen Qingyun, I don't allow you to laugh at Xiao Linghe like that, do you hear me?"

Thousands of words, when it came to my mouth, only this sentence remained.

He didn't say anything, and it seemed like he said everything.