Curve Romance [ABO]

International F1 track.

The smell of gasoline is mixed in the dust rolled up by the wheels, and 22 cars are galloping on the track.

The roar of the engine was overshadowed by the shouts at the scene, and the black tires left indelible marks on the ground.

All dead romances will be revived at the bends of the arena.

"Xiang Ye, your engine temperature is too high, you can't accelerate anymore." Wen Qingyun's familiar voice came from the radio, a little anxious.

"I don't want to lose here." Xiang Ye's voice was intermittent through the radio, but still firm.

Wen Qingyun is the racing engineer of the team. He sits in the team's P room (maintenance area) and controls all the movements of Xiangye's F1 racing car through computer data.

He also knows that Xiang Ye's car has reached the limit, forcing him to break through the limit will only put Xiang Ye's life in danger.

"We can retire and return to the team quickly, Xiang Ye, don't go crazy, at this temperature, the speed of the car is now at the limit, and the car behind will pass you in three seconds, you can't stop it at all! Damn !"

Wen Qingyun was running around anxiously in the P room, with only the computer in front of him, and he couldn't stop Xiang Ye from messing around.

This powerlessness tormented him, almost hollowing out his heart.

"You tell me the reason for breaking up, and I promise you to retire."

Xiang Ye's voice was a little hoarse, Wen Qingyun just thought he was really crazy.

After the last game, Wen Qingyun broke up with Xiang Ye who had been together for four years.

"Xiang Ye..."

Chi la - bang!

A loud crash on the radio interrupted what Wen Qingyun was about to say.

At a distance of only a hundred meters from the finish line, a red F1-75 Ferrari, because the car was seriously overheated and did not cool down for a long time, half of the car exploded.

"Xiang Ye!"

Surrounded by the footsteps of the crowd, it was a bit noisy, but Xiang Ye clearly heard Wen Qingyun's shouting on the radio, calling his name.

"Please, don't leave me, Wen Qingyun."

Xiang Ye's consciousness gradually blurred, the burnt part of his body hurt into the bone marrow, pulling his skin, his heart, and all the places in his body that were attached to Wen Qingyun.

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, what he remembered was the moment when Wen Qingyun put the helmet on for him.

Finally, everything dissipated, and Xiang Ye fell into endless darkness.

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3 years later.

"Congratulations to Xiang Ye! The four consecutive champions of the competition, the top alpha, after three years of ups and downs, now at the age of 25, he has won glory again!"

In the lobby on the first floor of the Chinese-style hotel, the French F1 racing events were replayed on the TV.

"Xiang Ye won the championship again? Didn't he lose the previous game very badly? I thought he could only be at the middle and lower levels in the competition."

"That's right, I retired from the second race. The front wing of the car was scratched. After driving for a while, the engine of the car overheated again. It seems to be the fault of the racing engineer."

"It was such a pity."

"Didn't you hear that, the racing engineer took the blame and resigned later, the pressure of public opinion was too great, and he was scolded badly on the Internet."

...

The discussion voice of the customers in the private room next door was so clear that Wen Qingyun could hear every word clearly. His hand holding the wine glass gradually tightened, and his knuckles were abnormally white.

"Little Wen, hurry up and pour the wine for the elder brother. The elder brother is drinking happily, and you can pay back the interest owed by your father usury." The yellow-haired man sitting next to him put his arm on Wen Qingyun's shoulder and said road.

Wen Qingyun's eyelashes drooped, covering the emotions in his eyes. He mechanically poured and toasted the wine. The transparent spicy liquid flowed down his throat, irritating his stomach a little.

After drinking for three rounds, Wen Qingyun's stomach was overwhelmed, and he staggered to the bathroom with the desire to vomit.

Xiang Ye just won the race yesterday, and made an appointment with the team for a celebration dinner. This is the Chinese restaurant.

"I'll go to the bathroom first, Brother Li, you go to the box to order food first, I'll be there in a while." After Xiang Ye finished speaking, he patted Brother Li on the shoulder and turned to go to the bathroom.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and there were very few people in the restaurant. Xiang Ye could clearly hear the sound of vomiting in the bathroom in the corridor.

He subconsciously frowned.

Walking in, Xiang Ye saw a man in a black shirt lying on one of the sinks, with slightly long hair covering his face.

Xiang Ye didn't take it seriously, he got up when he finished washing his hands and washing his hands.

Xiang Ye raised his head and glanced lightly, but this one glance broke his day and night dreams.

He has been looking for people in various foreign teams for three years, and it is so unreal to suddenly appear in front of him at this moment.

All Xiang Ye's hatred and longing surged up like a tide, he felt that he was just a small sail on the sea, and at this moment he could only let Wen Qingyun's sea wash him down.

From the moment he saw Wen Qingyun, Xiangye's chocolate-flavored pheromone instantly spread in the air, enveloping him.

Wen Qingyun was so drunk that he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly. He felt the back of his neck was burning hot, and he smelled the sweet chocolate smell in the air, which was the smell of pheromone.

Wen Qingyun was still a beta when he and Xiang Ye were together, and they split up again in the second year after they separated. They have been using inhibitors for the past few years, and they have never had a real estrus period.

The sudden estrus period made Wen Qingyun unable to stand on his feet. His legs softened and he fell to the spot, leaning his back against the wall, gasping for breath.

Gradually, a large amount of grass fragrance spread out, Xiang Ye froze for two seconds, and walked towards Wen Qingyun, the closer he was to Wen Qingyun, the stronger the grass smell, Xiang Ye had a vague guess in his heart.

"Uh..." Wen Qingyun was so dizzy that he buried his head in his arms and hummed softly.

Xiang Ye squatted beside him, his heart was beating violently, his thick callused palm covered the back of Wen Qingyun's neck, where there was a small bulge.

At this moment, Wen Qingyun was extremely sensitive. The pheromones of the man in the bathroom seemed to be inviting him to dedicate his body. Wen Qingyun unconsciously rubbed his face against Xiang Ye and stroked his hand.

Xiang Ye was taken aback, feeling his hands trembling.

His Wen Qingyun was acting like a baby with himself.

"Wen Qingyun, look up at me." Xiang Ye's voice was hoarse, and he couldn't control himself.

"Don't, touch me..." Wen Qingyun raised his head, the face in front of him was blurred, he couldn't tell that this person was Xiang Ye, but at least he was still rational.

His face was flushed, his eyes were full of tears, his face that was always cold became lively, and his words of refusal softened into a pool of spring water.

Xiang Ye met Wen Qingyun after he entered the F18 stage at the age of 1. This partner who had been with him for four years turned into omage after breaking up with him.

Xiang Ye choked for breath, he was surprised and delighted, he almost wanted to mark Wen Qingyun directly and severely, and let him cry and beg for mercy under his body.

Make this cruel person never leave her, completely mark and destroy him, only let him dare not escape.

Xiang Ye's eyes, sharp as blades, were scarlet. He silently picked up Wen Qingyun, who was gradually becoming delirious, and hung the man roughly on his shoulders, and strode away.