Curve Romance [ABO]

Wen Qingyun hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the time on the phone.

"Xiang Ye and I have pre-race tests tomorrow. It's okay to be lazy today. The weather is so good, don't you want to take a walk? It's just a good time to feel my driving skills."

Xiao Linghe waved the car keys in front of Wen Qingyun's eyes.

Wen Qingyun wasn't in a good mood these few days, he thought it was a lunch break anyway, it was okay to go out for a breather, and it was just a chance to change his mood, so he agreed.

Wen Qingyun followed Xiao Linghe to the parking lot, looked at the bright red sports car, and asked, "Where did you get the car?"

"My own. I used to think the scenery here was good. I bought a house and would come to live here occasionally."

Indeed, F1 drivers are generally rich and powerful, and having a real estate in another city is nothing, I should get used to this kind of thing.

The bright red convertible sports car was galloping on the wide road, the wind was whistling in my ears, and the sunlight made Wen Qingyun's eyes hard to open.

All the unhappiness in Wen Qingyun's heart was also thrown away in this way. Between the speed limit, all that was left was the soaring adrenaline.

"How are you, are you happier?" Xiao Linghe shouted to Wen Qingyun with a smile against the wind.

Wen Qingyun seemed to be infected by Xiao Linghe's emotions, and nodded with a smile.

Xiao Linghe's expression was stunned, he looked at Wen Qingyun's handsome side face, leaving behind a heartbeat that was as enthusiastic as the speed of the car.

The broken hair on Wen Qingyun's forehead and temples was blown up, revealing that still somewhat juvenile face, with sweat running down her cheeks, she was looking forward with crooked eyebrows.

Xiao Linghe withdrew his gaze in a panic, collected himself, slowed down at the turn, and turned into a one-way street, but a black commercial vehicle was oncoming.

Xiao Linghe glanced at the license plate number and frowned.

Both cars stopped at the one-way intersection, Xiao Linghe had no intention of backing down.

Wen Qingyun looked at the sullen Xiao Linghe, except for the fight in the p room, it was the first time he saw Xiao Linghe so serious.

Xiang Ye's face in the opposite car was uglier than Xiao Linghe's. He could clearly see the way Wen Qingyun and Xiao Linghe were talking and laughing just now.

Veins protruded from the back of Xiang Ye's hand holding the steering wheel, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

Xiao Linghe looked at Xiang Ye provocatively, but Xiang Ye's gaze was always on Wen Qingyun, and the alpha pheromones in the air were secretly surging.

Wen Qingyun watched the two cars confront each other, and then felt that something was wrong. He looked at the opposite side carefully and recognized Xiang Ye in the driver's seat.

"Buzz-"

The mobile phone in her arms vibrated suddenly, and Wen Qingyun was taken aback suddenly. She lowered her head to look, and the caller ID of the mobile phone showed the words "Xiang Ye".

Wen Qingyun had to admit that he was a little timid at the moment.He stared nervously at the phone screen, wanted to answer it but didn't dare, so he just waited for Xiang Ye to hang up by himself.

"Xiao Linghe, let's turn around and go back."

"Click!"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Qingyun heard the sound of the car door being opened, and a line of sight was locked on his back, which sent a chill down his spine.

Wen Qingyun followed Xiao Linghe's hostile gaze and saw Xiang Ye in front of his car door.

"Wen Qingyun, come down." Xiang Ye managed to maintain his composure.

"Why let him go down? Wen Qingyun signed a contract of sale with you, and you control him like this?" Xiao Linghe said first.

"This is a one-way street. You are going the wrong way. I don't want my people to get hurt here. You can't take responsibility, Xiao Linghe."

As Xiang Ye said, he stepped forward and grabbed Wen Qingyun's wrist, and was dragged away.

Xiao Linghe behind him opened the car door and just got out of the car. Before he could do anything, the traffic police came behind him.

Seeing Xiao Linghe negotiating with the traffic police, Wen Qingyun looked back worriedly.

Seeing this, Xiang Ye became even more angry. He squeezed Wen Qingyun's wrist slightly, and did not let go until he heard the man's cry of pain.

Wen Qingyun followed Xiang Ye step by step, his nose was always stuffy after catching a cold, he was struggling to breathe, Xiang Ye walked fast and hurriedly, and he walked in a mess, and he started to pant after a while.

Xiang Ye dragged Wen Qingyun to the co-pilot's door, opened the door, and then set his eyes on Wen Qingyun.

"Get in the car by yourself."

Wen Qingyun sat on it silently, and after fastening her seat belt, she was still coughing.

Xiang Ye walked around to sit in the driver's seat, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out.

Wen Qingyun subconsciously held the door button, and looked at Xiang Ye inexplicably, why was he angry again?

"I think I told you that I don't allow you to smile at him like that." Xiang Ye suppressed his emotions and pretended to be calm.

After reuniting for such a long time, Wen Qingyun smiled at herself countless times, what kind of magical power does Xiao Linghe possess to make Wen Qingyun laugh so happily again and again.

Even if Xiang Ye made trouble for no reason, Wen Qingyun didn't want to argue with Xiang Ye, he was already good at patience.

But when he looked up for a moment and saw the jewelry box on the center console in the car, all emotions rushed up one after another.

"To whom to laugh at, this should be my own freedom and right, and has nothing to do with you." Wen Qingyun blushed angrily, and said a harsh word but it was not oppressive at all.

Xiang Ye was stunned for a moment, with a serious expression on his face. He watched Wen Qingyun get angry with himself and defend Xiao Linghe, feeling unspeakably aggrieved and uncomfortable in his heart.

That bastard Xiao Linghe was driving in the wrong direction on a one-way street, and took him away by himself for such a dangerous behavior. Could it be that Wen Qingyun couldn't see that he was doing it for his own good.

"Okay, I don't care who you laugh at, but at least don't let me run around during working hours." Xiang Ye parked the car firmly in the parking lot of the Vietnam stadium.

"Get out of the car and go to work." Xiang Ye said.

Wen Qingyun glanced at the jewelry box on the center console again, imagining what kind of ring was there, and what kind of person would be wearing this ring.

He opened the car door in despair, and entered the arena without looking back.

Xiang Ye in the car looked at Wen Qingyun's far away back, the sincerity that had always been sincere for Wen Qingyun, at this moment, felt boundless pain.

After Wen Qingyun changed into her work clothes, she went to the p room again.

In the afternoon, there was no Ferrari car for pre-race testing. Wen Qingyun helped the technicians load and unload parts in front of the p room. Occasionally, other vehicles came into the station to change tires for testing.

Before the sun goes down, everything appears to be business as usual.

Suddenly, there was an abnormal roar in the distance, from far to near, it was a Renault racing car.

The body almost lost control, the right front tire blew out, and before entering Renault's P room, it hit the side tire wall.

"Oh!"

The moment the car body hit the flames, Wen Qingyun stood where he was, bright yellow light reflected in his terrified eyes.

Wen Qingyun's body was faster than his brain, he returned to the P room, took out the fire extinguisher and rushed over.

He forgot that the clothes he was wearing were not fireproof, all he knew was that he didn't want such an accident to happen to him again, no matter who it was.

As the fire intensified, fragments of the car body were blown out, and sparks landed on Wen Qingyun's trousers, burning them up.

The dust from the fire extinguisher covered the flames, and Wen Qingyun's face was covered in black ash. Where the trousers were burnt, the exposed skin was already burnt, with blood splattered down.