Curve Romance [ABO]

"Let's go after this year's Grand Prix." Wen Qingyun sat up on the bed, "I'm going to wash up first, it's time to go to the next competition."

"You fainted last night, rest for a while, don't worry." Xiang Ye got up hastily.

Wen Qingyun rubbed against the sheets and got out of bed, but as soon as her feet stepped on the ground, her legs became so weak that she couldn't stand, and she fell directly to the ground.

Xiang Ye's brows moved slightly, his hands were quick and his eyes were quick, and he grabbed Wen Qingyun's slender waist and hugged him into his arms.

"There is no time for you to be obedient." Xiang Ye hugged him off the bed, pinching the soft flesh on the tip of his buttocks.

Wen Qingyun lay down on Xiang Ye's shoulder in despondency, Shuang hit the eggplant: "When will I be able to mark it?"

Xiang Ye knew that Wen Qingyun was changing the subject, so he didn't continue what he said just now, "The Belgian Grand Prix is ​​over, I will mark you."

Belgium.

Hearing about this city, Wen Qingyun's face darkened. This was the track where Xiang Ye had an accident last time. Historically, a driver died on the Spa track in Belgium.

"Okay, your safety is the most important thing." Wen Qingyun said in a low voice.

"Wen Bao is more important."

Xiang Ye carried him to the bathroom, washed him inside and out, and applied the medicine again.

Wen Qingyun didn't do anything by himself until he got on the plane to the next match, and Xiang Ye took care of everything.

"Take the medicine. The medicine prescribed by the doctor before leaving is good for your health." On the plane, Xiang Ye handed the medicine to Wen Qingyun's mouth and said.

Wen Qingyun opened her mouth obediently, and when she took the medicine in her mouth, the tip of her tongue touched Xiang Ye's fingertips. Xiang Ye pinched his chin directly and shook it: "Like a goblin."

Wen Qingyun was dizzy from being shaken, so she simply leaned into Xiang Ye's palm, blinked and acted like a baby with him: "Then you should spend your honeymoon with me earlier."

Xiang Ye was taken aback, and took advantage of this gesture to kiss him, then looked provocatively at Xiao Linghe behind him.

"At that time, you will beg for mercy, Wen Qingyun, let you seduce me every day now." Xiang Ye said.

……

Without the public opinion on the Internet, Xiao Linghe stopped looking for trouble since that day, and won the championship in several competitions in a row.

In the blink of an eye, autumn is about to arrive at the Spa circuit of the Belgian Grand Prix.

The Spa circuit is a long and difficult circuit. Continuous S-curves, wide curves and stretched straights increase the passing speed of the car and increase the danger.

Before the race in the afternoon, there is an F2 Grand Prix.

Because there are still a few hours before the F1 Grand Prix, Wen Qingyun and Xiang Ye are tired in the tire area of ​​the p room.

"On such a hot day, I'm the only one in the team wearing long sleeves." Wen Qingyun stood in front of Xiang Ye, frowning unwillingly.

Over the past month, he has been fattened by Xiang Ye, and his little face has become round.

"I think you're cold." Xiang Ye said with a stern face, "You also had a nosebleed in the morning, what should you do if you don't take care of it and get sick again?"

"Nosebleeds may also be caused by heat." Wen Qingyun retorted boldly.

"It's hot, I'll cool you down." Xiang Ye took a step closer and said.

Wen Qingyun knew that he was going to be bullied by Xiang Ye again, he glanced at the track, "It's not hot anymore, I, I'm going to the data station."

"Come back!" Xiang Ye shackled the back of his neck, pulled him back, and approached his glands, "It's very hot, is it time for estrus?"

Then there was the grind, Wen Qingyun grabbed Xiang Ye's clothes and let Xiang Ye gnaw on his glands.

Xiang Ye's hand entered along the hem of his clothes, touching Wen Qingyun's slightly fleshy belly.

"Fat." Xiang Ye said ambiguously, biting Wen Qingyun's earlobe.

"I want to lose weight..." Wen Qingyun thought that Xiang Ye disliked him, "I blame you for feeding me meat every day!"

"After tonight's game, I'll take you to eat seafood, make yourself fatter and healthier."

"Bang!!"

As soon as Xiang Ye finished speaking, there was a huge explosion on the track outside.

Xiang Ye let go of Wen Qingyun, and the two watched the live broadcast on the big screen together.

In the picture, two F2 racing cars collided in an S-shaped curve, and one of them hit the side of the road and ignited a raging fire.

Wen Qingyun's heart suddenly became restless.

"It hit a bit hard." Xiang Ye looked at the screen with a solemn expression.

Then he took Wen Qingyun's hand, and when he went out, he saw an ambulance coming.

Two F2 racing drivers were carried into the ambulance with blood and blood, and the entire arena was surprisingly silent.

"Xiang Ye." Wen Qingyun held Xiang Ye's hand tightly and called his name softly.

"I know, I'll be fine." Xiang Ye raised his hand, releasing pheromones, soothing Wen Qingyun's restless heart.

The f2 race was forced to be suspended, and news came from the hospital during the waiting period.

Two racers, one of whom was not revived, died on the way to the hospital.

This accident has created a burden in the hearts of every F1 team, reminding them that F1 races are not ordinary events, but a struggle of life and speed.

In order to show respect to the drivers who left, before the F1 race in the evening, the drivers prepared to go on the field after a moment of silence at the track.

Wen Qingyun, who was sitting on the data table, couldn't stop shaking his hands. He was sitting in this position at this time three years ago.

But at that time, the weather was colder faster, and now the air is full of annoying heat, which makes people feel flustered.

It was clearly autumn, but Wen Qingyun felt a fire burning in his chest. The two accidents three years ago and in the afternoon made Wen Qingyun unable to calm down.

"Wen Qingyun." In Tr, Xiang Ye's voice came to the eardrum with the sound of electricity, "The game is over, I have a surprise for you, remember to wait for me at the finish line."

Wen Qingyun breathed steadily, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Above the track, five red lights were on, everyone's attention was on the lights, and there were spots of light in their eyes.

"Red lights off! The Belgian Grand Prix begins!"

The sound of roaring and jumping overturned the arena in an instant.

In the temporary excitement, the accident in the afternoon was temporarily forgotten by everyone, except Wen Qingyun.

Nervously, his forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes were red, and he was staring at the data changes on the data table.

Brother Li watched from the sidelines, he was more worried about Wen Qingyun's mental state than the game.

"Xiang Ye, there is a 3.2s gap between you and the first one. His current lap speed is 220km/h, but his tires are very worn. You can get rid of him when you come into the pit later."

"Okay, tell me the lap before the pit stop." Xiang Ye's voice in the headset was unreal, but resolute.

"Xiao Wen, you don't have to be so nervous, Xiang Ye will be fine." Brother Li couldn't stand watching and comforted him.

Wen Qingyun didn't speak, but bit her finger, concentrating on it.

"Whoa! Xiang Ye's corner overtaking is so cool and neat. I didn't expect to see Xiang Ye's superb overtaking in the S-curve again in Belgium." The host excitedly said.

The temperature of the wheels continued to rise, and the speed slowed down. Every lap seemed to be galloping on the apex of Wen Qingyun's heart.

"Xiang Ye, pit stop on the next lap! The tires are overheated and worn too much, and there is no friction." Wen Qingyun reminded.

"Okay, wait for me at the finish line, Wen Bao." With Xiang Ye's winning ticket in hand, there was no suspense.

Wen Qingyun agreed, turned her head and said, "Brother Li, I'm going to the finish line."

"Go, go, I'm here." Brother Li said.

On the way, the stone in Wen Qingyun's heart that had been pressed for three years was finally relieved. He looked at the stars in the sky, and the wind he breathed was sweet.

until……

"Oh!"

The collision sound seemed to be right next to the ear, and the tinnitus lasted for 1 minute before disappearing.

Wen Qingyun turned her head in a daze. On the big screen, a red Ferrari crashed into the side of the road. The body was in two halves. In the night, the flames were burning extremely high.

Thick smoke billowed, and there was a burning smell in his breath.

Wen Qingyun lost his strength. He stood still and watched the track staff on the screen rush over with a fire extinguisher.

Tears flowed down subconsciously violently and silently, Wen Qingyun knew to run to Xiang Ye.

"Don't come here, you're not wearing protective clothing." Just as she was about to rush into the track, someone grabbed Wen Qingyun.

"Let me go." Wen Qingyun's voice trembled, and it was almost inaudible amidst the sound of the wind and the fire extinguisher.

"Let me go! Xiang Ye!"

Wen Qingyun roared loudly, and his tears fell on the track. Under extreme fear, Wen Qingyun only had the fire in his eyes.

Countless times in the dream, he couldn't get close to the fire and couldn't save Xiang Ye.

Now Xiang Ye is in this fire, he can no longer be restrained by others.

"Xiang Ye!" The veins on Wen Qingyun's neck protruded, an omega's strength came from nowhere, broke through the obstacles of the staff, and rushed over.

But at this moment, the helmet in the half of the car moved, and Wen Qingyun was overjoyed.

In the next second, Xiang Ye stood up in the invisible cockpit that was burned by fire.

Xiang Ye, wearing a Ferrari red racing suit, walked out of the fire. The fireproof racing suit blocked most of the damage for him. With the bright yellow flames as the background, Xiang Ye walked towards himself step by step.

Wen Qingyun stood there in a daze, the feeling of narrow escape made every cell in his body come alive.

Xiang Ye took off his helmet, and there was already a small portion of burns on his neck. When he saw Wen Qingyun, he still raised the corners of his mouth.

"Are you able to drive F1?" Wen Qingyun didn't even think about it, the first sentence she opened her mouth was full of temper.

He was really afraid of death, he was afraid that he would never see Xiang Ye again.

Thinking about it this way, how did he have the courage to leave Xiang Ye when his death was uncertain.

"Don't cry." Xiang Ye didn't hurt Wen Qingyun, he took off his gloves to wipe Wen Qingyun's tears, even his fingertips were hot.

Wen Qingyun's hot tears rolled down, across the burn on the back of Xiang Ye's hand.

Wen Qingyun cried and said, "How did you drive the car? I told you to be safe! Every day!"

"I was distracted just now, I'm sorry Wen Bao." Xiang Ye wiped Wen Qingyun's tears distressedly. If it wasn't for the temperature of the clothes was too high, he would hug Wen Qingyun here.

"What is more important than the game, are you crazy Xiangye!"

Wen Qingyun gestured to raise his hand to push Xiang Ye, but was caught by Xiang Ye.

Xiang Ye groped his body with his hands, and under the astonished eyes of everyone, he landed on one knee.

Wen Qingyun looked at Xiang Ye in a daze as he picked up his hand and put it to his mouth for a light kiss.

"Wen Qingyun, there is something I wanted to ask you three years ago." Xiang Ye held up his engagement ring, choked on smoke, and his voice was low and bewitching.

Wen Qingyun's eyes widened, Xiang Ye's every frown and frown were as gentle as the clouds in the sky, not as serious as when he was fierce.

Like a jar of wine, I was immediately drunk for him.

"Wen Qingyun, are you willing to marry me?" Xiang Ye asked.

Under the howling wind and raging flames, Wen Qingyun found her own voice: "I am willing."