Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunter smiled embarrassedly, and looked at the team's public relations manager very embarrassedly.

He didn't want to show up in front of the media. These reporters were like wasps. He had to behave as if he had no honey, or they would have been carried in a bag.

"Winston did give Hunter a lot of encouragement, maybe because when Winston first entered Formula 1, it was also Hunter's age."

"I heard that in the lobby of the hotel before the game today, Winston had a dispute with Hunter's teammate McGrady in order to protect Hunter. Is this true?"

Hunt sighed in his heart, and it really spread.

Hunt shook his head, as if to explain something, but worried that he didn't understand clearly, and looked at the public relations manager again.

The public relations manager froze, thinking: This kid's ability to shake the pot is really without a teacher!

"Don't get me wrong, we at Marcus are still very united. Winston's temper is very clear to everyone, how could there be any dispute with anyone?"

Hunt nodded hardly following the words of the PR manager, and then whatever he asked, he smirked.

Afterwards, a media interview with McGrady asked him if Hunt was well protected by the team? Looks shy and doesn't know how to answer questions.

"Good protection? Because he stammers, so many of you are surrounding him, he can't speak when he's nervous!"

So the most interesting thing about Hunter's online report that day was that his teammates broke the news that Ivan Hunt stuttered, which was a psychological shadow of childhood.

Hunt gritted his teeth as he walked in the corridor of the hotel.

"I'm stuttering? I'm stuttering your fart! Be careful I bite you!"

At this time, someone put on his shoulder, the sound of jokes sounded.

"Hey boy, who makes you so angry?"

As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Donald Sauber.

This guy seems to be twenty-eight this year. He has a slight stubble on his chin and has Latin descent. From the appearance, he has the mature temperament that Hunter is envious of.

It's just ... what does this guy want to do?

"What do you mean by this disgusting look?" Donald asked funnyly.

"You don't remember being at the door of a Ferrari charity dinner, you think of me as the little boy of parking?" Hunter asked coolly.

"Oh-the little guy with no clothes and hairstyle is you!"

Hunt shook his arm away, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

"Don't do this. Next time there will be a dinner party, find a stylist to make yourself. It's really impressive that you chase me fart today!"

Hunt wrinkled his nose. Does anyone describe himself that way?

"Fart rolling urine" What the hell?

"I heard today is your first time to score?" Donald seemed interested in Hunt.

"So?"

"Do you feel a sudden break?"

Hunter glanced at Donald silently before leaving quickly.

Donald suddenly realized: "My God! Wouldn't you still be a virgin?"

Hunter felt like he was hit by a thunder.

"none of your business!"

"Half of the world are men and the other half are women."

"what?"

"This is Canada." Donald raised an eyebrow at Hunter implicitly.

"and so……"

"You can't drink in the United States, you have to check your ID when you enter the bar, but in Canada ..."

Donald's face crooked, and Hunt's careful heart jumped.

Yes indeed! This is Canada!

He can liberate himself in advance!

"How many days did your team leave for you?"

"By tomorrow, the day after tomorrow will fly to Britain."

"Me too. Let's go, my uncle takes you to play. It's better to have a sister—what if Hunter breaks down, what about stunted!" Donald patted Hunter's back boldly.

At this point, his heart was about to move, and Donald became less annoying.

As they walked into the elevator, Donald asked curiously, "I said, are you familiar with Vann Winston? Your team's PR manager said he didn't argue with your teammate McGrady, but I can see it clearly! "

"Clear what?"

"The words of Winston are simply too explosive! I don't want to forget them! That sentence is very special-be careful, I will tear your bird off and put it in your mouth!

If not mistaken, Donald seems to appreciate Winston.

But the original version of that sentence is him! When did Winston learn?

"At first I was still curious, what is special about you? Let Winston stand up for you!"

"Come forward?" Hunt thought that Donald's description was so ... weird?

"You didn't look at him, like a crazy man would never allow anyone to touch his own girl." Donald looked at Hunt with a "don't you feel" look.

Hunt shook his head and replied with his eyes: I couldn't feel it.

And this description made Hunter's face full of black lines.

"But after this game, I finally understand what makes you special."

"What is it?"

"You have the ability to drive people into crazy language."

"Ah? What did you scold me for?"

"I don't remember." Donald shrugged his shoulders. "These words are back and forth. Those without Winston are new. But I mean, your kid is actually very strong. The previous few What are you doing in the race? "

"Nursing up your energy, and by the way let you relax my vigilance."

"Hahaha! I hate you on the field! But now I like you!" Donald laughed heartily.

On the way to the bar, Donald unreservedly taught Hunt to his picking skills.

"Look, little devil-if you see any girl, remember not to stare at her. Whenever her gaze looks at you, you smile at her and raise your lips, then look again To somewhere else. "

"Oh……"

"It's called seduction. Then, after you're sure she's really interesting to you, you go over and ask her for a drink."

"Understand." Hunt suddenly realized!

Sure enough, sister-in-law still needs experience. That's why mature men are attractive.

"If she says she wants to go home, you say send her back."

"What if she rejects me?"

Donald covered his face helplessly: "Then you tell her, you are a racer."

"why?"

"Fools. Race drivers are dangerous and attractive in the hearts of those women. And we are strong, endurance, and those futile muscles that are trained from the gym are not a grade at all, and can definitely satisfy women."

"Wait ... Are you so kind to me, is there any purpose?" Hunt frowned.

"Of course there is. Please come to your next race, don't chase behind my ass. It makes people feel bad and grow old!"

"Otherwise, you are behind me during qualifying so I don't have to chase you?"

"Forget it, I choose to continue to hate you."

The bar that Donald took him to is well known locally. After Donald had a glass of low-alcoholic bartender for Henry, he quickly found the person of interest, and he is not expected to be lonely tonight.

"Hey brother, a rare opportunity, let yourself go!"

Hunter, holding a wine glass, never took a sip, looking for potential targets, as Donald had taught him before.

In the distance, a woman with fashionable short blond hair looked at Hunter with a tickling smile in her eyes.

Hunter deliberately, as Donald said, pretended not to care about the other party and went in other directions.

After two laps, he returned to the neighborhood again and found that the woman really looked at himself again.

Inexplicably excited.

Like a racing race, he is about to complete a monumental overtaking.

But when he walked towards the woman, she didn't expect her to drop her glass and go out.

Ah ... sorry.

Just as Hunt sighed, the woman turned back and made a smoking gesture towards Hunt.

Hunter's eyes brightened and he was very happy.

He pretended to put down the wine glass calmly, and went out, and sure enough he saw the woman sitting by the road, lighting a cigarette with a lighter.

Hunt sat down beside her.

"Are you young?"

"what?"

"I mean, are you an adult?" The woman asked with a smile.

"of course."

In Canada, he is an adult.

The woman licked her lips: "As soon as you come in, I see you. So cute."

"Praising me for being cute doesn't make me happy. I can be **** too."

The woman smiled: "How sexy?"

"Can I take your cigarette?" Hunter asked, raising his chin.

"Of course." The woman pursed her lips, turned her cigarette **** with her fingers, and handed it to Hunter. "Smoking doesn't make a boy look **** ..."

The next second, she froze.

The young man in front of him didn't reach out to pick up her cigarette, but leaned towards himself, turned his face to the side, as if kissing, covering the cigarette butt, and his lips were slightly pinched.

He exhaled a cigarette and slowly raised her lips, "What now?"

Inexplicably, the picture in his mind was Winston approaching himself.

The woman's smile was even more pronounced, and her hand poked Hunter's head away: "It's **** **** ..."

Seeing that she was about to kiss, someone came to their side, and the cold voice fell down.

"Why are you here?"

Hunt's shoulders trembled and he raised his head, facing Winston's heavy eyes like the night.

The heart sank abruptly, and the nerves were tense as if they were about to cross the finish line.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: You ... you ... why are you here!

Winston: How could I let you use my way to meet other women?