Could You Not Tease Me?

Chapter 17: Didn't Winston treat you?

He returned to the front passenger seat of Ferrari.

The cold air caused the alcohol in his body to spread out, and he felt his brain was becoming more and more awake, but Winston sat at the bar and looked at his smile, and when he remembered, he felt blood flowing.

"Damn ... YoUrULeme ... won't be poisonous!"

The driver's seat door was pulled open, and Winston stepped forward with a long leg and sat in.

"What is poisonous?"

You are poisonous, bastard.

"Nothing. Suddenly a little sleepy."

"What time is the plane tomorrow?"

"At three in the afternoon."

"How about you?"

"I'll fly past you."

"That ... in the back alley of the bar ... did you forget it?"

"Forget what? Is it your breathing? Or is it your trembling? Or have you been unable to get out?"

Hunter rolled his eyes, "Forget it all!

"Then it will be broken."

"..."

The feeling of palpitations increases exponentially.

Winston drove the car back to the hotel.

The two walked into the elevator together.

Hunt held his pockets and lowered his head. The moment the elevator door opened, he held the door and said, "Today ... Thank you!"

"Hunt, if you fear something, not touching it doesn't mean you have overcome it."

When the elevator door closed, Hunter realized why Winston would take himself to the warehouse bar.

He had seen through him long ago.

Winston was telling him that everything that ruined others, even his father, and his family's alcohol, was nothing more than that.

Hunt lowered his head and smiled. "I'm not like you, born strong and fearless."

"Hunter."

"Ok?"

"I'm not 'born strong and fearless.'"

"Thank you for your modesty." Hunt smiled.

"Just because of you."

The corner of Winston's lips was a light smile.

"what?"

"good night."

The elevator door was closed.

Back in the room, Hunter fell asleep and fell asleep.

Probably because of drinking, his head was heavier than usual.

Half a dream and half awake, he felt that he wanted to go to the bathroom, opened his eyes, and just adjusted to the darkness, he suddenly realized that someone was in front of him.

The other's hands rested on his pillow and looked down at him.

"Wen ... Wen ..." Hunt's throat seemed locked again, and he couldn't speak normally.

But the other side turned his face and pressed down suddenly, his lips were like the falling sky, blocking everything from Hunter.

His kisses and **** seemed to be crossing the storm, leaving no armor.

Obviously frightened, but dominated him mentally, making him unable to struggle and taking everything from him, including breathing.

A ringtone rang, Hunter opened his eyes sharply, and bright daylight was revealed through the gaps in the curtains.

The breath stuck in the throat could finally be spit out.

He gasped, suddenly realizing that Winston, who appeared in his room, was just a dream.

"Crouch ... what a ghost dream!" Hunt made his hair into a bird's nest.

That look, that kind of thing cannot belong to Winston!

Hunter immediately kicked all the fictional pictures out of his head.

"If Winston knew it, he would have even taken my bones out!"

The more you think, the more scary!

The phone is still ringing over and over.

The voice of an assistant sounded outside the door: "Hunter! Hunt, are you in the room!"

Hunter answered quickly: "I'm here! I'm here!"

"Why don't you answer the phone! I thought something happened to you!"

Hunter took the phone and saw that Marcus's name was flashing, and he screamed "bad" in his heart.

Sure enough, Marcus was going crazy.

"Evan Hunt-what the **** is going on! Didn't you just get up for breakfast in the morning! Don't you plan to eat lunch? Did you ever consider yourself a racer! Did you take your body seriously One thing! "

Hunt's head seemed to explode.

"Sorry. I just feel particularly tired, so I slept ..."

"Don't think I don't know what you did last night!" Marcus was really angry.

"what?"

Does he know that Winston took himself to the bar?

"You're fooling around with Donald of Sauber! You must know that the other party is definitely not good! He is trying to use wine and a woman to disintegrate your will! It takes your energy!"

Fortunately ... he didn't know ... the man who used wine and women to disrupt his will was actually Winston.

"Oh……"

"Oh? You follow me? You get me out and have lunch right away!"

"Yes!" Hunter snapped the phone off immediately, rinsed at the fastest speed, and rushed to the elevator door.

Racers' diet is strictly controlled. I did not eat breakfast ... very inappropriate. If you do not even eat lunch, it is a disrespect to the nutritionist.

The moment the elevator door opened, he saw Donald.

"Yo-Hunter!"

"Hi ..." Hunt raised his hand and said hello.

Donald's neck still had red marks on it, and it looked like he had a good night last night.

"Are you alright last night?" Donald asked.

"Me? I'm fine ..."

You guy left me and went to pick myself up, but I'm so sorry to ask me if you are OK.

"I mean ... didn't Winston treat you?"

"Ah?" That name made Hunt's heartbeat inexplicably missed.

"My teammate said that the two of us didn't go long, and he came back after dinner and was stopped by Winston."

"what?"

"My teammate was talking to Winston for the first time. He said that Winston's aura was really strong and his voice was so cold that he would freeze him into a big popsicle.

"Oh." Hunter suddenly realized that Winston had never been colder in front of him than to others.

Wait, what should Winston do with Donald's teammates?

"So my teammates trembled and fooled where we were going, telling Winston." Donald patted Hunt's shoulder with regret.

So ... wasn't it a coincidence that I met Winston while siblings outside the bar?

No ... when did I fool around with Donald!

"Did you get him there?" Donald asked curiously.

"Who caused it?"

"Van Winston! No enemies, he would force my teammates like that where did you go?"

"If I really hate him, can I live to this day?"

"That's right. Then he must love you so much that he can't stand you arrogating outside, so play in person!" Donald joked facelessly.

Hunter, with a serious expression, looked behind Donald and said, "Winston ... how are you here?"

Donald turned in horror and found nothing. Looking back, the face of Hunter holding his belly smiling and flowering.

"Shit, you're looking for death!"

"Hey ... you have the ability to say‘ You must love Evan Hunt ’in front of Winston!”

"Get yours!" Donald left Hunt with a middle finger.

In the dining room, Maddie sat across from Maddie.

His face was still the same as eating fly feces.

I heard that his ankle could not participate in the British race.

This made Hunter secretly cheer up.

"Don't think I don't know you're proud." McGrady said fiercely.

what? You know this as well? I obviously have a good convergence!

"Did you not read other professional reviews? Your performance is indeed unexpected, but like a dead end gambler. No one feels that you can play stable."

"Thank you for telling me. I will pay attention." Heng nodded, carefully rolled the pasta into his mouth.

"At Silverstone, you will become a **** again. Vann Winston can't save you either."

Hunt clenched his fork.

I'm shit, that's okay, because I was shit.

But why did you get involved with Winston?

"What if I still get sixth?" Hunter raised his eyes and looked at McGrady.

"You? Silverstone? Stop joking."

"What's wrong?" Hunter asked coldly.

"It has long straights and high-speed corners. To run well on this track, you need first-class technology and racing cars. Although our cars also use Ferrari engines, our matching power unit is no better Get on the big team! And there are a lot of accidents at Silverstone. Be careful not to break your leg! "McGrady hummed.

"Then I thank you for telling me. Now what I ask is, what if I still get sixth?" Hunt continued.

McGrady suddenly felt a bit scary.

"what do you want?"

"It's very simple. No matter how you want to ridicule me, you can laugh at me. But don't mention Vann Winston again."

Yes, for him, he is stuttering. Maybe not usually, but he was speechless when he was excited. So McGrady laughed at him as a stutterer, and it didn't hurt him.

Insulting his parents ... It's not a big deal, they're not there anymore. What McGrady said to people who were no longer in this world, they couldn't hear.

But Vann Winston is different.

How can a man who stands high with his strength be insulted by others because of himself?

McGrady looked at Hunter, and this time he couldn't say a word.

"Yes, no?" Hunt asked.

"... Yes, if you really have that ability!"

Marcus frowned and came over: "Hey! You two! Don't bother me anymore!"

"We didn't mess around. Didn't you see the food was still on the table, didn't McGrady hit me with a dining knife?" Hunt said with a shrug.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Hahahaha, Donald said you love me!

Winston: Yeah.

Hunter: I love you too!

Winston: Thank you. Besides loving you, can I do you?