Could You Not Tease Me?

"Who's that poem? Is it Keats?"

"Margaret Duras."

"Oh, thanks."

"Sleep."

The next morning, when Hunter felt confused, something felt on his forehead, and then he heard the sound of closing the door.

"Huh?" Hunter rubbed his eyes, remembering that Winston slept in his room last night.

He should have left the hotel for the airport.

Hunter stretched out and went to the restaurant for breakfast after getting up.

He remembered Mr. Marcus' reminder that he must send flowers to Audrey today.

There is a flower shop on the road near the hotel. Fresh flowers are very protective in the morning light.

Hunt looked in his pockets, and the girl from the flower shop came over and asked him what flowers he wanted to buy.

"Well ... don't red roses, everything else looks good."

"I thought you were going to buy flowers for your favorite woman. It turned out not."

Hunt froze, yeah ... he has always loved Audrey Wilson, why did you just blurt out "No red rose"?

"What do you think of the combination of peony, goldfish and starry sky?"

"very beautiful!"

Hunt answered with a smile.

"Will you write a card?"

"of course yes!"

Hunter took the card and pen. What was the poem that Winston taught himself last night?

I meet you.

I remember you.

This city is born for love.

Your soul is born to me.

Hunter smiled, raised his pen for a few seconds, then carefully wrote down a few lines, put his name on it, put it in the flower, and ordered the florist to send the flower to Audrey's hotel room.

He also has to clean up and prepare to fly to the destination of the next race in Japan.

At the airport, Hunter was bored. While playing with the consumer, he stood in front of the beverage machine and considered whether to buy a bottle of Coca-Cola or Pepsi.

"I really waited for you for a long time. In fact, if you can drink, I can buy you all the drinks in the beverage machine. I just want a bottle of juice."

A slightly ridiculous voice sounded from behind Hunter.

As soon as he looked back, he saw Irving's beautiful eyes.

"Oh ... Irving ... you want to buy a drink?"

"Huh. At first I thought you had a phobia of choice, but now it seems that you just like to block others."

"You can call me earlier." Hunt shy away.

"It doesn't matter, I'm standing behind you for less than three seconds."

Owen turned with a drink and smiled at Hunter.

"Wait ... I suddenly remembered something!"

"what?"

"The last time you said, if I could win Donald in the race ..."

"I'll invite you to the party," Owen answered.

"Just remember you!"

"My fun is bad. Are you sure you want to play?"

"It's not a bundling party ..."

Owen smiled: "I can't tell you that you have such a strong taste. When you arrive in Tokyo, will your team have a rest time?"

"Well, the first day."

"I'll pick you up." After that, Irving took a drink and left.

"You pick me up? Do you know where I am?"

This guy obviously doesn't have his cell phone number!

Perhaps Lawrence Owen, as Donald said, looks accommodating, but it is not intended to be close to anyone.

Just then, Hunter's cell phone rang, a strange number.

Hunt switched suspiciously, and Owen's voice came.

"Shit, don't you think I'm playing with you?"

"Well, how do you have my mobile number?"

"What do you think?" Owen's voice had a clear smile.

"Oh, I see--Donald gave it to you!"

"When you arrive at the hotel, give you two hours. If you can't come out after two hours, our agreement will be void."

After that, the phone hung up.

Hunter suddenly felt that Irving might be very wayward. Two hours? Where is Marcus enough?

When Hunter got on the plane, it turned out that Irving was on the same flight as himself, but he pulled down his blindfold as soon as he sat down, and he didn't even have a chance to say hello.

It's like pretending not to know each other.

In the lobby of the hotel in Tokyo, Hunter found that Irving and his team lived in the same hotel.

Irving wore sunglasses, folded his pockets, and tilted his head halfway up. He didn't know he thought he was a superstar. He finished check-in earlier than Hunter, and when he walked towards the elevator, he hurled **** towards Hunter, which meant to remind Hunter that it would become obsolete.

Marcus really started to squint, and Hunt rolled his eyes 10,000 times.

"Tokyo is a special place. Some industries are particularly developed here!"

"Thank you for reminding me, I will take a good look." Heng characteristic said.

"Hey! I want you to stay in the hotel and rest. Don't keep thinking about going out! Don't waste your energy too much! Understand!

"Then why did we come to Tokyo?" Hunt was disappointed.

"For the game!"

Two hours is not enough for him to talk nonsense.

Hunt took his ears and put the luggage back in his room. Once again, there were only five minutes left to the time agreed with Irving.

At this time, Hunter's cell phone rang. It was called by Owen. He only said one word: "Come down."

Hunt rushed out of the room, pressed the elevator, and saw an arrogant Porsche 911 in front of the hotel, and Owen wearing sunglasses looking up at his head.

Without opening the door, Hunter jumped into the co-pilot position and pulled up his seat belt.

"where are we going?"

"Don't you know when you get there?" Irving smiled as she rolled her face.

Hunter suddenly felt aboard the thief ship.

Just then, Hunter's cell phone rang, and the number displayed was Winston.

With a trembling heart, Hunter connected his phone: "Hey-are you here to call and ask if I've been to Tokyo? I've arrived!"

Hunt grinned and grinned.

"Well." Winston's voice was calm. But even with only one syllable, Hunter could hear the meaning of tolerance in a smile.

"Hey, did you call me, and then you hum, gone?"

"Why didn't you write the poem I taught you on a card?"

"Huh? What?" Hunt was a little puzzled.

"Audrey Wilson just gave Ferrari a pre-match interview. She mentioned that the birthday card you gave her will make her unforgettable."

"Really ... I don't remember what I wrote!" Hunter said with a smile.

"You write, I wish you were still beautiful as a girl when I was fifty."

"Is it not good?"

"Actually you can't remember the poem I read to you?"

"Hey, don't underestimate my memory! I thought about it, the poem you read to me was not suitable for Audrey Wilson at all."

"why?"

"I will use it until I propose it."

"Propose marriage? I hope you remember."

Don't know why, Hunter thinks that the end of the phone must be smiling with a bowed head.

I can't remember that poem, are you so happy?

Hanging up, Hunter realized that Irving had been looking at him with a meaningful smile.

"Who's calling?"

"Ah ... it's Vann Winston!" Hunter smiled and touched the back of his head.

"Oh? It's weird ... I thought no one's number would be stored on Vann Winston's phone. It seems that it's true that he beat your team's McGrady for you?"

"You said in the hotel? Actually ..."

"Not a hotel. Of course it has something to do with what he put in the hotel. Didn't he say that as long as McGrady comes on, will he be sent off the track?"

"You mean the race in Austria? How is it possible—Meddy was trapped and Winston just passed by him. And it was after he passed that McDee rushed off the track!"

Owen laughed. He had long arms and bounced on Hunter's head: "Although from a rules perspective, there is no way to punish him for fouls, but he used his experience to cause McGrady to panic. Passed, but he deceived McGrady, causing McGrady to make a wrong turn. "

"It's impossible ... even if he let go of the race to let McGrady go off the track, he wouldn't really do that. He and McGrady had no resentment, and they dropped McGrady a few streets!"

"Because he is Vann Winston, you must do what you say. Be careful, Hunt."

"what?"

"A man like this, if you reject him, he won't let you go."

Hunter couldn't see Owen's eyes through the sunglasses, but his smile carried a hint of evil.

"How do I think you're gloating?"

"I am," Owen admitted generously.

"But ... I think there is something wrong with what you say-what can I reject Winston!" Hunt was confused.

Owen still laughed: "I just know that for the first time I saw Vann Winston calling a driver instead of a team member."

"We're friends!"

"Oh, it's the first time in years that he has entered Formula One that I heard he has friends."

"Ok……"

The car stopped at the crossroads. Irving held the window and looked at Hunter, saying in a serious voice: "Hunt ... did you remember what I said to you just now?"

"What is it?"

You've said so many words, and some haven't, which one are you referring to?

"I said don't reject Winston, otherwise he will come hard."

The traffic lights changed and Irving drove out.

"Come hard? What do you say about me like the woman he was after?"

"Half is right, half is wrong."

Owen still said half and stayed half, smiling annoyingly.

Hunt wanted to discuss the issue with Irving seriously, but the car stopped in front of a club.

"We have arrived."

"where is this place?"

"Shinjuku."

"Is there a lot of clubs wearing maids sitting on my lap with trays?" Hunt looked expectant.

"Did you watch too many vulgar movies?" Owen threw the car keys to the young man in the suit and took off his sunglasses. "Let's go. You need to improve your taste."

Unknown, Hunter followed in with Irving, only to find that it was completely different from what he imagined.

It was a huge catwalk, and all the guests were sitting at both ends of the catwalk. The lights are bright and the music sounds with a special rhythm.

"This is a fashion show?" Hunt was disappointed.

The models at the press conference are all for the touch! Boring!

"Fashion conference? That's boring." Irving raised his arm and put it on Hunter's shoulder. "Little guy, if you have fun today, can you promise me a condition? I promise to make you happier later."

Hunter glanced at him squintingly. Combined with the unclear words that Irving had said on the road before, Hunter said angrily: "Anyway, I won't make you hard."

"I'm straight, not like you." Owen squinted at Hunter.

"I'm straight too!" Hunter said with great dissatisfaction.

"You may have been straight before, who knows in the future?" Owen pulled the corner of his lips, and he was pretty in the light.

Even a man in a suit blinked in the direction of Irving.

Hunter was excited, and patted Irving's shoulder with a grinning grin: "Ha ha ha! Right right! You're incredible! Only women wink at you!"

"Hey, don't you see that, is that man interesting to you?" Owen looked vaguely at Hunter.

"Ah? How is it possible-I don't look good on you!"

"You give other males a desire to conquer."

After speaking, Owen pressed Hunter's head against his shoulder, and the eyes with a smile suddenly cooled down, and looked at the opposite suit man.

The suit man lost in the battle of sight and had to turn his face to avoid Irving's gaze. Hunter continued to look at each other in puzzlement, while Irving covered Hunter's eyes with his hands.

"Look? I just warned the other person and you kept chasing him. You're telling the other person what you can pursue, you know?"

"What? What kind of catwalk is this!"

Men can wink at each other! Break the new world!

"The catwalk? Didn't I say take you to a party? The theme of this party is 'Beauty and the Beast'. Come on stage in a while, it may be a beauty or a beast. If you like anyone, pay attention to the auction Yes. The subject of the auction is the time of the beauty or the beast. Once it is photographed, it will not be returned. So polish your eyes and don't choose the wrong one. "

"Auction?" The first thing that came to mind in Hunt's mind was that Winston bought his baseball cap at a Ferrari charity dinner.

"What messy thoughts are in your head? Almost everyone who comes here comes from all walks of life."

"Oh ... well-dressed ..."

"A well-dressed philanthropist. All auction proceeds will be used to help children in poor areas of Africa."

"Ah?" Hunter was a little surprised. He didn't expect what auction the drunken party would have, and there was such a "noble" purpose?

"This is the ingenuity of the club operator, to make those rich people happy to donate money. So, Hunter, if you fancy an object and auction the other party time, you are not allowed to roll sheets here . This is the principle of this party-auctions are time, not body. "

"What's so interesting? Can you just talk and chat?"

"You can still kiss, except for rolling sheets. If your kiss is good and the other party is willing to leave your mobile phone number to you, you can start pursuing your goal outside the clubhouse."

"Suddenly I don't understand the pursuit of your rich." Hunt shook his head.

At this time, the music sounded, and tall women in Chinese clothes came out one after another.

They have blond hair and blue eyes, some have big brown waves, and black hair Asian women.

Their legs are graceful and elegant, and every step is on the beat of the heartbeat.

All the guests raised their chins and opened their eyes, as if looking up at the god's stage.

"They are so beautiful ..."

Obviously all beautiful women, where is the beast?

Then, a girl with short brown hair in a long blue dress was walking towards the guests.

Her skin was fair, and those ice-blue eyes let Hunter sink for a while.

As she turned, the long dress waved, and her gaze crossed Hunter's cheek, a smile appeared.

Hunt was completely frightened.

And after that, no matter if any beautiful girl passed by in front of him, he could not forget the ice-blue eyes and the ethereal temperament.

After nearly an hour of catwalk, guests were almost waiting.

"Do you like the girl with short hair and a long blue dress?" Irving asked in Hunter's ear.

"Hmm." Heng Zeng headed. "Can I auction her time?"

If she could listen to her quietly, Hunter wouldn't be bored.

"I think she should be expensive." Owen answered with a smile.

"So ... it's a pity."

Hunt sighed, remembering the auction price at the Ferrari Charity Dinner, the girl's price would definitely break through tens of thousands of dollars.

And this is obviously a place to burn money.

"I can invite you," Owen answered.

"No ... no need!"

With such a high cost, it is impossible for Hunter to ask Irving to ask himself.

"Don't worry. I can find someone to return it to me."

At this time, the music just like the New York Fashion Week catwalk changed, slowed down, and stretched, like a sound made after a long period of patience, and the guests present were hoarse in throat.

The girls on the stage twisted their waists, and one steel pipe after another rose on the stage.

They ripped off the long skirts around their waists, completely letting go of their various crazy gestures, and their hearts were cracked.

Hunter's eyes widened, and the girl with short brown hair turned around the steel pipe, from the neck to the back to the waist with enchanting lines, Hunter never thought that anyone in the world could gather **** Pure in one body.

When the music stops, the so-called auction is about to begin.

"Every girl is taken out of the auction for only three hours. If you get her, you must attract her as much as possible. Otherwise, once you leave here, you may never see her again." Owen Prompt said.

But the first girl's time was auctioned to $ 30,000, making Hunt speechless.

The price is getting higher and higher, the highest ones have reached 60,000 US dollars.

Hunt glanced at Irving. The guy was holding his chin, and the smile on the corner of his lips continued, admiring every girl just like admiring the artwork.

When a girl with long black hair came to the stage, Owen licked his lips and raised his hand without hesitation.

In the end, the price soared to $ 70,000, and Hunter finally understood what it means to be "spending money", and the three hours of the black girl finally belonged to Irving.

"Don't worry, I'll help you if you want."

Finally, the girl with short brown hair came to the forefront of the runway, and the atmosphere instantly warmed up.

Her reserve price is $ 30,000, and the bidding voices are rising and falling.

She lowered her head and looked in the direction of Hunt.

Those ice-blue eyes seemed to be brewing the ocean and drowning Hunter.

Her name is "Niki".

Niki smiled shyly at him, looking forward with anticipation.

But Hunter was sad because the price had risen to $ 50,000.

"She seems to like you very much." Owen said holding her chin.

"My annual salary is only 250,000 euros ..."

"You got points, and the team should give you a lot of dividends. Where did the flowers go?"

"My house was paid off at auction by auction. I want to buy it back." Hunter lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Nikki. "I regret it now. There will be more dividends. "

"You are so cute, Hunter." Irving snapped Hunter's wrist and raised his hand. "Sixty thousand dollars!"

"Hey--" Hunter looked at Irving in surprise, but the other side looked like an old god.

"When you play with me, don't worry about money."

At this time, the opposite suit man showed a surprised expression, and then joined the bidding team: "70,000 dollars!"

"US $ 80,000." Owen raised Hunter's hand again.

"Hey! Irving-don't do that! I know you are richer than me. If you ask me for a fine glass of wine or go to the North Pole to see the Aurora, I think it's all right, but it costs 80,000 dollars ..."

"Do you think the girl's expectations and affection for you are not worth 80,000 dollars?" Irving asked with a smile.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: Actually I'm not worried about you having an affair at all.

Hunter: Why?

Winston: Because the person you care about will be something like me.

Hunter: Like you, not you! Humph!

Winston: Then you will find that the more you look at each other, the more you think about me, the more you come back to me.

Hunter: Sleep! So angry!