Curve Romance [ABO]

Xiang Ye was stunned for two seconds, his mind recalled how he made things difficult for Wen Qingyun when they met again, and secretly scolded himself for being an asshole.

Thinking of the medical record, Xiang Ye felt a dull pain in his mouth. He walked over and squatted in front of Wen Qingyun.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Xiang Ye whispered softly, scolding gently, "When did I say I hate you, what am I thinking about in the middle of the night?"

"You have said similar things many times, don't you hate me very much?" Wen Qingyun looked at Xiang Ye pitifully.

Xiang Ye didn't expect Wen Qingyun to remember his angry words so clearly.

He knew that this might be Wen Qingyun's uncontrollable psychological changes after being ill. She was cautious about everything, and she was no longer the sunny and cheerful Wen Qingyun before.

But I have no reason to just give up on Wen Qingyun, no matter what, because of Wen Qingyun, every time he exits a corner, every time he overtakes, every time he crosses the line, it is meaningful.

Wen Qingyun left for three years, Xiang Ye was willing to love him unrequitedly for three years, and when Wen Qingyun came back, Xiang Ye was willing to hug him.

It's not that Wen Qingyun can't do without Xiang Ye, it's that Xiang Ye can't do without Wen Qingyun.

"You remember what I said, don't you?" Xiang Ye was helpless and angry.

Wen Qingyun didn't speak, but clenched his hands tightly. When Xiang Ye approached him, he smelled the smoke on Xiang Ye's body and wrinkled his nose.

Wen Qingyun didn't dare to guess the reason why Xiang Ye smoked after quitting smoking, and he was skeptical of what Xiang Ye said.

"Did you go downstairs to smoke?" Wen Qingyun asked.

Before Xiang Ye had time to brush his teeth, when he heard Wen Qingyun's question, he got up quickly and lied, "Well, I'm a little upset about some work in the team, you go to bed first, I'll come back to accompany you after brushing your teeth."

Seeing that Xiang Ye was about to leave, Wen Qingyun raised his hand and held Xiang Ye's wrist without thinking much, and then remembered that he should not be too clingy, and let go as if his hand was hot.

"What's the matter, Wen Bao?" Xiang Ye was also a little worried about letting Wen Qingyun stay in the room in this mood.

What Xiang Ye didn't know was how long it took for Wen Qingyun to sit alone by the bed like this in his dream at midnight all these years before he could fall asleep.

"It's okay. I just had a nightmare. It's much better now. Go ahead. I'll wait for you." Wen Qingyun raised her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth reluctantly.

Fortunately, Xiang Ye reconciled with himself, not to avenge his departure one day.

The footsteps were getting farther and farther away from the bedroom, Wen Qingyun's shoulders slumped, she climbed onto the bed, sat with her knees bent, her head buried in the crook of her knees.

Wen Qingyun has not yet escaped from the nightmare, and the Monaco Grand Prix is ​​coming soon. If he still insists on being an engineer of the field, he must minimize the danger on the track, at least no more accidents will happen.

Wen Qingyun was thinking about the competition, but didn't notice Xiang Ye came back from the living room.

He came over and hugged Wen Qingyun, who had curled up into a ball, into his arms.

"Wen Bao, come with me, okay, I'm afraid of the dark." Xiang Ye said weakly.

An inexplicable emotion flashed in Wen Qingyun's heart, he liked the feeling of being needed by Xiang Ye, even some useless little things made him happy.

Those negative emotions caused by the nightmare seemed to be melted away by Xiang Ye in a few words.

……

The next day, the two of them slept until ten o'clock in the morning, only to be woken up by Wen Qingyun's call.

"Who calls you so early, come and pick it up, let me hug you for a while."

Xiang Ye also just woke up, he hugged him forcefully into his arms, and put his little stiff Xiang Ye on Wen Qingyun's waist.

Wen Qingyun hugged Xiang Ye's arm, her heart was full.

Opening one eye, an unfamiliar number from Minghai City was displayed, and Wen Qingyun pressed the connect button with sleepy eyes.

"Is it Xiao Wen! I'm Qiao Menghua. I saw you and Xiang Ye making headlines this morning. Are you in Minghai City? If you're not in a hurry to compete, come over and sit at home."

Before Wen Qingyun could speak, Qiao Menghua on the opposite side kept talking. When Wen Qingyun heard her words, she woke up instantly, turned over and faced Xiang Ye, blocking the position of the microphone.

"It's Auntie's phone number! Why does she have my number?" Wen Qingyun said in a low voice with her hair blown apart.

Xiang Ye raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised: "Really, why is my mother looking for Wen Bao?"

Wen Qingyun was afraid that it would be impolite to leave Qiao Menghua alone for too long, so she said embarrassedly: "Auntie, Xiang Ye and I haven't woken up yet."

There was hearty laughter from the opposite side, Wen Qingyun's earlobes became redder, and she pinched Xiang Ye's abdominal muscles, feeling a little cramped.

"Don't worry, just come over when you get up, and Auntie will make you your favorite food."

"Don't bother, Auntie."

Wen Qingyun's refusal was ineffective, and Qiao Menghua's laughter in his ears gave Wen Qingyun a good start to his day.

"What did my mother tell you?" Just after waking up, Xiang Ye's voice was magnetic, and he skillfully reached into Wen Qingyun's pants, pinching his buttocks.

"Auntie asked us to have dinner at noon... Ha, don't touch it anymore." Wen Qingyun cried and hid Xiang Ye's hand, "Get up and buy some gifts for Auntie before going."

Xiang Ye was startled when he heard the words, he opened his eyes and looked at the hairy head on his chest: "You can choose me to buy it."

"How can it be?" Wen Qingyun frowned and raised her head with a serious face.

There was a smile in Xiang Ye's eyes, Wen Qingyun was pressed on the bed by Xiang Ye for a while, his chest and buttocks were covered with strawberries, Xiang Ye let him go, packed up and went to Xiang Ye's home in Minghai City .

Wen Qingyun bought tea and fruit on the road, and sat in the co-pilot, he secretly found the cigarette case in Xiang Ye's trousers pocket, planning to throw it into the trash can after getting off the car.

Xiang Ye's home is far from the city center, and Wen Qingyun came here a few times during Chinese New Year when he was with Xiang Ye.

Starting from the entrance, the entire villa looks more like a garden of the last century, every step is worth every inch of land, he knows that Xiang Ye's family is rich, even so, every time Wen Qingyun comes here, he feels strangely married. The illusion of being rich...

As soon as she got out of the car, Wen Qingyun saw Qiao Menghua at the door.

"Xiao Wen! Why didn't you tell Auntie when you came back." Qiao Menghua said enthusiastically.

"Auntie, Xiang Ye was injured, that's why he came back. I'm sorry, the information you read should be all about me..." Wen Qingyun lowered her head reproachfully.

"Xiang Ye is injured, Xiang Xuan told us, you don't need to apologize, just come back with Xiang Ye to see us." Qiao Menghua rolled his eyes, "By the way, Xiang Ye, your Uncle Chen also came over today. "

Xiang Ye was carrying things in one hand, and put the other hand on the back of Wen Qingyun's neck: "Uncle Chen is a doctor at home, majoring in mental health treatment, and he's under a lot of pressure recently, I'll take you to chat with Uncle Chen later .”

Uncle Chen used to be a psychiatrist for Xiang Xuan, and Xiang Ye sent a message to Qiao Menghua in the middle of the night yesterday.

Today's meeting was all premeditated by Xiang Ye.

He couldn't sit idly by Wen Qingyun's condition, and he was afraid of aggravating Wen Qingyun's condition and didn't want to ask directly, so he had to use this method to test.

Sure enough, Wen Qingyun's smile froze for a moment, and then looked at Xiang Ye awkwardly: "I don't have any pressure, so I don't bother Uncle Chen."

"Be obedient, Uncle Chen is a member of the family, and I often ask him questions, don't be shy." Xiang Ye bent down and kissed Wen Qingyun's hair, with a faint grass-flavored pheromone.

"That's right, I'm sorry to talk to Xiang Ye because of the high work pressure, but talk to the doctor, it's nothing, Dr. Chen is upstairs in the study." Qiao Menghua also persuaded.

Wen Qingyun knew that he had to go. Although he had a stress disorder, as long as he didn't say anything, the other party couldn't tell.

"We'll make delicious food for you upstairs, you go up obediently, and call me if you're scared." Xiang Ye pinched Wen Qingyun's glands and coaxed.

Wen Qingyun hesitated for a moment, looked at Xiang Ye's expectant eyes, and was afraid that he would refuse to be seen as tricky, so he bit the bullet and nodded.

Xiang Ye sent him upstairs all the way, the door of the study was half open, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting on the single sofa.

"Doctor Chen, this is my wife. I've been under a lot of work pressure recently. I'm sorry to trouble you. He's a little timid. Don't scare him."

Xiang Ye's words successfully made Wen Qingyun blush, he pouted and glanced at Xiang Ye in embarrassment.

It's only been a week since I started again, how can I fall in love...

Dr. Chen stood up, straightened his suit, and an imperceptible calculation flashed in his eyes under the lens.

"Okay, rest assured and leave it to me."

Wen Qingyun felt uneasy for no reason. He looked at Xiang Ye's leaving back, suppressed his urge to rely on him, and sat opposite Dr. Chen.

After the door was closed, Wen Qingyun looked at the closed space and the unsmiling person opposite, feeling a little depressed.

"Does Mr. Wen think he is mentally healthy?" Dr. Chen asked casually while digging out the psychological test questions.

"I think it's fine, there's no problem." Wen Qingyun replied with a smile.

"But you seem very disturbed, because you are afraid of what I will say to Young Master Xiang after you talk to me?" Dr. Chen handed the psychological test paper to Wen Qingyun, "Take a test first."

Wen Qingyun looked at several pages of A4 paper, densely packed with questions, never done so many useless things in the hospital, it was more troublesome than the exam.

"I don't want to do this." Wen Qingyun was a little reluctant.

Dr. Chen put the pen in Wen Qingyun's hand, and said deliberately: "Mr. Xiang sent Mr. Wen here. In Mr. Xiang's heart, he must feel that Mr. Wen is not satisfied. Mr. Wen is so confident, I'm not afraid that Mr. Xiang's willfulness towards you will also be a little bit more. Tired of that moment?"

As expected of a major in psychology, this passage pierced Wen Qingyun's heart hard. He clenched his fingers, bit his lip and picked up the pen.

Obviously don't like doing this...

But if he doesn't do it, will Xiang Ye be disappointed in himself?

"Mr. Wen, that's right. Young Master Xiang is also doing it for your own good. If you don't listen to your alpha lover, no matter how strong the love is, the other party will disappear." Doctor Chen said with a smile.

Wen Qingyun raised his head suddenly when he heard the words, his eyes were wet, he retorted excitedly: "It's a bit too much for you to say that, Dr. Chen."

Dr. Chen just smiled: "Sorry, maybe I have seen too many cases like this here."

Wen Qingyun saw that he was not aggressive when he apologized, so he lowered his head and quietly worked on the questions. It took about four to ten minutes just to do the questions.

Wen Qingyun was dizzy and confused.

"Okay." Wen Qingyun said in a slightly impatient tone.

Dr. Chen took the psychological test questions, and the more he looked at them, the more he frowned, and he put down the test questions for a while: "Mr. Wen, your anxiety is a little serious, you'd better cooperate with me in acupuncture or electric shock therapy."

After speaking, Dr. Chen got up and went to get things from his suitcase.

Wen Qingyun watched in horror as he opened the box and took out the scary tools from it.

Electric shock therapy...is this really Xiang Ye's former doctor?