Curve Romance [ABO]

Sometimes habit is a terrible thing. Wen Qingyun is used to thinking about Xiang Ye. When he lives by himself, he can still lie to himself that he doesn't care about Xiang Ye that much.

The appearance of Xiang Ye, once again stepping into his gloomy life, has also become a kind of salvation, a redemption.

All of Wen Qingyun's disguises had to be stranded, and they couldn't hide his eyes that always fell on Xiang Ye.

"Not loose, there is a reporter." Wen Qingyun boldly clenched it even tighter.

Xiang Ye tried his best to break free as if wanting to refuse or welcome, Wen Qingyun's wound on his finger a few days ago was pulled, and he let out a soft "hiss".

Seeing Wen Qingyun enduring the pain, Xiang Ye's frosty expression immediately changed.

He glanced at the scar on Wen Qingyun's Guangjie finger, felt a pain in his heart, and let go first, interlocking his fingers instead.

Wen Qingyun's face turned red, he looked around, and the eyes of the entire team were on him, like a light on his back.

Especially Brother Li, winking at him, Wen Qingyun suddenly felt a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

"Xiang Ye, don't get angry, come out with me first, okay..."

Wen Qingyun let Xiang Ye's fingers buckle with her, and pulled Xiang Ye's arm in the direction outside the room.

Xiang Ye frowned slightly, Wen Qingyun's voice was as soft as the bright moonlight at night, flowing into his heart.

Xiang Ye had a cold face, seeing Wen Qingyun's cautious appearance, his heart softened a long time ago, and he didn't say anything to refuse.

Seeing this, Wen Qingyun hurriedly pulled people out, and secretly gave Brother Li a look.

Before Xiang Ye left, he looked at Xiao Linghe with gloomy eyes, and the oppressive feeling made everyone present feel like they were surviving after a catastrophe.

Wen Qingyun took Xiang Ye and walked aimlessly. There was a small open space outside the arena, surrounded by lush trees.

When the wind blows, there is a rustling sound, and the dust is blown up.

Before the dust flew into Wen Qingyun's eyes, Xiang Ye hurriedly stopped, the hand held by Wen Qingyun turned against the guest, and pulled Wen Qingyun into his arms.

"Hmm..." Wen Qingyun bumped against Xiang Ye's chest and snorted softly.

As soon as he was about to raise his head, Xiang Ye held his head down, and his whole body was buried in Xiang Ye's chest.

It has a refreshing taste, and it also has a sweet and greasy aroma of chocolate. Wen Qingyun sniffed it greedily.

"Bring the goggles from now on, if you lose your eyes next time, I don't care about you, you understand?"

Xiang Ye put his hand on the back of Wen Qing's neck, and pressed that protruding gland.

Hearing Wen Qingyun's gradually heavy breathing, Xiang Ye looked down, Wen Qingyun's earlobe had already floated up to a red cloud, but he bit his lip and endured it, and did not avoid it as usual.

Xiang Ye wondered whether Wen Qingyun was helping Xiao Linghe just now, and didn't care whether he would be made a big fuss by reporters.

Xiang Ye suddenly became sullen, and pressed Wen Qing's most sensitive glands hard as punishment.

"Well, Xiang Ye! Stop bullying there..." Wen Qingyun snorted tremblingly.

Xiang Ye felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, lost the feeling of intimacy with Wen Qingyun, and let go of Wen Qingyun's hand.

At first, Wen Qingyun thought Xiang Ye would calm down, so he didn't refuse Xiang Ye to massage his glands.

Xiang Ye let go of his hand, and Wen Qingyun raised his head, those shining eyes looked directly at Xiang Ye, hesitating to speak.

"Did you pull me out because you felt sorry for Xiao Linghe? Afraid that I would hit him?" Xiang Ye pinched Wen Qingyun's chin and shook it viciously.

"No! No, how could you..."

Wen Qingyun looked at him helplessly, because his eyes were red because of the strong wind.

Wen Qingyun was embarrassed to say that he was afraid of Xiang Ye's injury, how could he believe himself.

"I want to tell you about the match just now." Wen Qingyun looked away and said.

Xiang Ye remained silent, waiting for him to continue speaking.

"Actually, you don't have to confront him..." After Wen Qingyun finished speaking, she looked at the bright track in the distance.

"Even if he overtakes you, the leading position won't last long. Although it's the first time I've watched Xiao Linghe's scene today, his cornering ability is average, and his interior defensive ability is not as good as yours. Bahrain has many corners. After a few laps, You can easily get past him."

Wen Qingyun spoke with confidence, with a firm light in her eyes.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Xiang Ye's mouth, Wen Qingyun's hair was blown by the wind, and he was still wearing the red Ferrari uniform.

It seems that the time has returned to three years ago, and Wen Qingyun also confidently analyzed the strategy for him.

"Bahrain is dusty, and there are many influencing factors. Curves are the key, and they are also your strength..." Wen Qingyun said, looking at Xiang Ye secretly from the corner of her eye, and said carefully, "Don't be too impulsive..."

Xiang Ye snorted coldly, and Wen Qingyun didn't dare to continue.

"Then you want me to give him the championship of this Grand Prix?" Xiang Ye clearly knew that Wen Qingyun didn't mean that, so he did it on purpose.

Wen Qingyun really panicked, he looked at Xiang Ye anxiously, rubbing his fingertips with his hands, the light in his eyes dimmed just now.

It seems that his suggestion is useless, and I can't help Xiang Ye at all.

Wen Qingyun bowed her head dryly and admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry, maybe I didn't express it very well, so you still don't listen to me..."

Xiang Ye felt a little regretful, he seemed to be bullying too much.

Wen Qingyun is too sensitive now to be teased.

It was rare that Xiang Ye didn't bully him anymore, and explained: "I know what you mean, but the champion can't let him, let alone the person he likes."

Wen Qingyun froze for two seconds, blinked and looked at Xiang Ye blankly, not understanding the meaning of his words.

Xia Feng sneaked past the two of them, Wen Qingyun looked at that serious and handsome face, her heart was beating wildly.

Perhaps afraid of being guessed, Wen Qingyun turned her head.

"Go back when you calm down, it's time to go to the podium."

Wen Qingyun turned her head to avoid sight, but exposed her neck, which had already been bitten by poisonous mosquitoes, and a small patch was red.

Looking at the bunch of bags, Xiang Ye couldn't help laughing, why did Wen Bao become so delicate.

"Wen Qingyun, why do mosquitoes like you so much?" Xiang Ye raised his hand and touched the bag on Wen Qingyun's neck.

It's okay if you don't touch it, Wen Qingyun felt itchy after Xiang Ye reminded him.

When the two walked back and forth, Wen Qingyun couldn't help itching, scratched several times, and the skin was scratched with red marks.

Xiang Ye turned his head and glanced at Wen Qingyun, seeing that Wen Qingyun was troubled by the mosquito bag, he was also a little concerned.

If she hadn't pulled herself out, Wen Qingyun wouldn't have been bitten so much.

Why do people always care so much.

Xiang Ye stopped to look at Wen Qingyun, Wen Qingyun was a little embarrassed, and took his hand off.

Xiang Ye's eyes fell on Wen Qingyun's side hand again, the joints were distinct, and the nails were pink.

"Don't grab randomly, it will infect you." Xiang Ye said, grabbing Wen Qingyun's wrist solemnly, with a calm expression.

Wen Qingyun was terribly frightened, and hurried to be honest. Xiang Ye pulled his wrist and took two steps in step. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Xiang Ye grabbed the entire palm of his hand.

"Why, you are the only one who can hold my hand? Don't let go, hold it carefully, and it will loosen after I apply toilet water to you." Xiang Ye played a rogue.

"But..." Wen Qingyun frowned, feeling a little awkward.

"Be obedient, Wen Bao."

Xiang Ye pulled the man to the side, and the two of them bumped into each other's shoulders, and Wen Qingyun felt a little ringing in his ears.

What did he hear just now, what did Xiang Ye call him?

Wen Qingyun looked at the handshake of the two people, and felt that the beauty in front of her eyes was so unreal.