Curve Romance [ABO]

Xiang Ye looked at Wen Qingyun crying bitterly. Although this symptom was very strange, it didn't seem like a lie: "I'll accompany you, don't cry."

When Wen Qingyun heard this, her anxious mood eased a little, because her feet were numb from her own pressure because she maintained a posture for too long, Wen Qingyun looked at Xiang Ye for help.

"Legs are numb, Xiang Ye..."

Hearing this, Xiang Ye immediately hugged him with his buttocks in his arms, and walked to the bathroom.

As a result, Wen Qingyun stood in front of the toilet for five or six minutes, but there was no movement at all.

Looking at Wen Qingyun's slightly bulging belly, Xiang Ye became more and more anxious, not caring about Wen Qingyun's face, and said in a deep voice, "Go, I'll take you to the hospital."

Wen Qingyun insisted on refusing to do so. Xiang Ye would continue the pre-competition test tomorrow, and he couldn't waste time because of himself, and it would be too embarrassing for such a thing to go to the hospital to be spread.

The hot news of the racing car on the second day was: "Track engineer Wen Qingyun was sent to the hospital overnight because he couldn't urinate."

"Then I'll rub it for you. If you still can't get out, you have to go to the hospital."

Xiang Ye sat back on the sofa and asked Wen Qingyun to sit sideways on his lap. Xiang Ye reached into his clothes and massaged the bulging abdomen in circles.

"Xiang Ye, press lightly, it's so swollen." Wen Qingyun's face turned red from holding back, and she clasped both hands on Xiang Ye's arm, trying to push him away.

Xiang Ye knew that he couldn't follow Wen Qingyun's preference, so he pressed Wen Qingyun's hand and continued to massage without any explanation.

What followed was Wen Qingyun's crying louder and louder, and Xiang Ye's heart was almost broken by Wen Qingyun. When Wen Qingyun cried, Xiang Ye was reluctant to do anything.

"Don't press it yet, go and try again with Wen Bao."

The results were still disappointing.Wen Qingyun suddenly remembered what Dr. Chen had said to him during the day.

"Xiang Ye, it might be useful to run downstairs."

Xiang Ye was confused by Wen Qingyun's thoughtless words.

"It's so late, you're going downstairs for a run?" Xiang Ye reprimanded with a cold face, "You're not afraid of catching a cold."

Wen Qingyun pursed her lips, lowered her head and said, "Maybe it will be fine if you sweat."

Xiang Ye didn't know what was in Wen Qingyun's little head. He shackled Wen Qingyun's slender waist, and stretched his hand along Wen Qingyun's trouser waist.

"No need, I have other ways to help you." Xiang Ye held Xiao Wen with his hand and rubbed it back and forth.

Wen Qingyun was already swollen, but now being treated like this by Xiang Ye in his hands, her toes curled up in discomfort.

"Don't, don't play, this will break, and you won't be able to use it in the future." Wen Qingyun lay on Xiang Ye's shoulder and whimpered, his hand pushed and blocked Xiang Ye's thick arm, but it was in vain.

Xiang Ye looked sideways at Wen Qingyun, his fair cheeks were covered with red clouds, he didn't know whether he was holding back or...

While helping Wen Qingyun sweat, Xiang Ye also took care of Wen Qingyun's two little meatballs, trying his best to make Wen Qingyun feel.

"I'm going to the bathroom, let me go." Wen Qingyun hurriedly pushed Xiang Ye away, but Xiang Ye quickly took off his pants and carried him into the bathroom.

Xiang Ye squatted in front of the floor drain, hugging Wen Qingyun like a child urinating.

"That's it."

Wen Qingyun's face was very hot, and the tears at this moment did not know whether it was shyness or fear: "Get out!"

"Hurry up, go to the hospital and let all the doctors and nurses watch you solve it, or solve it in front of me." Xiang Ye was afraid that he would be overwhelmed, and he didn't have time to care about Wen Qingyun's embarrassment.

Wen Qingyun covered her face with her hands, trembling as if being bullied hard: "Don't do that, Xiang Ye, don't watch me do that..."

Seeing that he was very shy, Xiang Ye had no choice but to put him down, and asked worriedly, "Can you stop?"

"Yes... yes." Wen Qingyun sobbed twice, supported the wall, tugged at the hem of her clothes, trying to cover something, and looked at Xiang Ye cautiously.

"Then I'll wait for you at the door and wipe away my tears before I come out."

Wen Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded obediently,

Perhaps because of Xiang Ye's massage and intimidation, Wen Qingyun solved her physical needs normally this time.

At that moment, Wen Qingyun felt that she was alive again.

When going out, Xiang Ye was standing in the living room, Wen Qingyun was actually a little angry, feeling that Xiang Ye completely treated himself like a puppy and didn't give him self-esteem!

He looked at Xiang Ye with red eyes, and pulled the hem of his clothes to hide his privacy.

"Are you still uncomfortable?" Xiang Ye asked.

"Thank you, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore." Wen Qingyun said with a little temper, but didn't say it directly.

He walked past Xiang Ye, picked up the pants on the ground, and went back to the bedroom with some injuries.

Xiang Ye felt a little baffled, thinking that he felt ashamed because of the fact that he couldn't urinate.

"Little white-eyed wolf, don't show me your little mouth." Xiang Ye walked to the bedroom, Wen Qingyun was standing by the bed wearing pajama pants, he walked over and pinched a piece of soft flesh, "I won't be with you." Others said, hurry up and go to bed."

Wen Qingyun is not a character who is good at saying that he is angry. He lay down deliberately not to touch Xiang Ye, and when Xiang Ye hugged him, he did not hold Xiang Ye's hand.

Sensing Wen Qingyun's little awkwardness, Xiang Ye intentionally left him alone, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and arbitrarily shackled him in his arms, inseparable.

……

Monaco F1 circuit.Qualifying.

The Monaco circuit is a very attractive battlefield, because of the narrow crossings, overtaking is particularly difficult.

Therefore, the engineer's strategy and qualifying are particularly important.

Wen Qingyun put on the headset, and when he was sitting in front of the data table, Xiang Ye was coming out wearing a red Ferrari suit, surrounded by Brother Li and the staff.

Standing there gracefully, with sharp edges and corners on his face, Wen Qingyun realized that if he was not close to Xiang Ye, he would be so indifferent and arrogant.

Xiang Ye turned to look at him, and Wen Qingyun immediately sat up straight. After being angry last night, she hadn't spoken to him yet.

Wen Qingyun wanted to tell Xiang Ye to be careful, but he was afraid that Xiang Ye would not talk to him

In the end, he didn't speak until Xiang Ye came on stage.

Xiang Ye sat in the cockpit of the Ferrari, waiting for the five red lights to go off.

"Boom--"

The red light went out, the racing cars sped out, Xiang Ye occupied the second position, and the Red Bull team was in front.

"Speak." Through TR, Xiang Ye's voice was a bit cold, just like the weather in Monaco, gloomy.

The TR dialogue between the racer and the track engineer can be heard by people on all channels, and it may also be edited when it is broadcast on the Internet.

Listening to Xiang Ye's voice, Wen Qingyun was a little timid: "I can hear... the gap with the first place is 5.2 seconds, because we used C5 soft tires before the race, we can just stop this time, so, Make sure that besides changing tires, other unnecessary collisions must be avoided."

Wen Qingyun said a lot here, Xiang Ye only said lightly: "Are you still angry with me?"

Wen Qingyun's expression turned embarrassing, knowing it was useless, but he subconsciously lowered his voice: "Xiang Ye, focus on the track."

When Xiang Ye heard this, he accelerated suddenly, and the data of Ferrari on the data table rose rapidly.

"Xiang Ye, Xiang Ye!" Wen Qingyun stood up anxiously and patted the table.

"Are you angry because I forced you to do that?" Xiang Ye slowed down and said.

Wen Qingyun hurriedly said: "Don't speed up suddenly, there is a curve ahead, and it is easy to skid in rainy days. Don't you want the points for this game?"

"want."

As Xiang Ye's voice fell, the red figure on the field surpassed the first place in the blink of an eye from the corner, and entered the unique tunnel line of the Monaco Grand Prix.

"Okay, keep up the speed, I will tell you a lap before the pit stop." Wen Qingyun was worried about Xiang Ye outside the arena.

"So, why are you kidding me?" Xiang Ye asked again.

Just as Wen Qingyun was about to say something, she heard the commentary in the arena and said, "It seems that Ferrari's Xiang Ye is sure to win, and he has already started arguing with his engineer partner on the radio hahahaha."

Wen Qingyun was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. Although the commentary was only a joke, Wen Qingyun still had a sense of flirting in front of tens of thousands of people.

"I'll tell you when you reach the finish line." Wen Qingyun could only compromise.

"There are still five laps, go to the finish line and wait for me." Xiang Ye said firmly, his tone undeniable.

Wen Qingyun looked at the data station: "The second person is 6.8 seconds behind you. His tires are severely worn. It is estimated that he will make a pit stop on the next lap, and you will also pit at that time."

After these words were finished, Xiang Ye's voice was no longer heard from Tr. Wen Qingyun didn't want to really get into trouble with Xiang Ye, so he took off his headset and turned to look at Brother Li.

"I'll wait for Xiang Ye at the finish line. I'll leave it to you, Brother Li." After Wen Qingyun said this, he stepped on the black motorcycle of the team beside him, put on his helmet, and headed for the finish line outside the track.

The wind whizzed past my ears. In this arena, Xiang Ye and Wen Qingyun drove to the same finish line together. They were separated by a high wall, but the heart that was beating enthusiastically because of the speed was not separated.

They were absent from each other for three years, but they were still happy for each other's presence.

In the arena, Xiang Ye's red Ferrari crossed the finish line, and the cheers from the audience almost broke Wen Qingyun's eardrums.

It was the first time for Wen Qingyun to hear the cheers of the audience at such a close distance, and his blood boiled with enthusiasm.

After the motorcycle stopped outside the finish line, Wen Qingyun got out of the car. Just as he took off his helmet, his body was roughly picked up and placed on the motorcycle.

"Wen Qingyun, next time you get angry with me for so long, try it." Xiang Ye threw his helmet aside, pressed down on the back of his neck fiercely, and kissed him.

Wen Qingyun hadn't even breathed yet, and there was such a suffocating kiss again. He couldn't struggle, so he simply let Xiang Ye kiss, and even hugged Xiang Ye's back in response.

"Well... no kiss, no more kiss." Wen Qingyun was out of breath, and took advantage of the gap to beg for mercy.

What he didn't notice was that when Xiang Ye kissed him, reporters surrounded him to take pictures.

Xiang Ye covered the man in his arms, his face was not photographed by the reporters at all.

"You look very handsome on a motorcycle." Xiang Ye's voice was hoarse and ambiguous.

Wen Qingyun was kissed so badly that she only cared about breathing and had no time to think about Xiang Ye's words.

"You didn't urinate in my arms last night, and next time you will be... urinated on the bed." Xiang Ye leaned close to Wen Qingyun's ear, speaking viciously inappropriately.