Could You Not Tease Me?

Audrey froze and asked with a smile: "It seems that you must have discussed this issue together, otherwise how could the answer fit so well?"

"Oh? What did he tell you?"

"He said that if you become a teammate and are forced by the team's racing strategy, the two of you may not be able to start a pure contest. And in daily life, he is used to paying attention to you. Being a teammate will let him pay attention to you The habit extended to the track, which would make him unable to concentrate on the race. "Audrey paused." Actually, I didn't really think about it. One day, Vann Winston would say such kind words. "

Hunter laughed embarrassedly.

"So what kind of person is Vann Winston in your heart?" Audrey was obviously looking forward to this answer.

"Is Winston?" Hunt lowered his head and touched his ears, as if thinking about what to say.

"Hunt, it doesn't matter. At least Winston talked about your impression but was very straightforward." Audrey laughed with her jaw.

"Winston ... has a lot of face to me, so I don't know how to describe it like you."

"Many sides? For our media, he has always been one side."

Hunter laughed: "On the track, or in the face of all technical and strategic issues related to Formula One, he is rigorous, even objectively unfriendly. But treating friends, such as me, He is very patient. Sometimes I feel ... "

"What do you think?" Audrey showed a kind expression.

"I think ..." Hunter narrowed his eyes and thought seriously, "It seems that no matter what wayward things I do, he doesn't get angry. Sometimes I wonder where his bottom line is."

Audrey looked at Hunter silently, and her eyes flashed with almost envy.

Hunter noticed the moment she looked at her.

Seems to say too much?

"You guys traveled together after the Suzuki circuit race. On the plane back from Sapporo to Tokyo, I didn't have time to talk about it. How about your vacation with Winston?"

"Very good! Winston planned everything, from transportation to the hotel! Traveling with him, even without thinking, I feel very relaxed!"

"So don't you get bored? He's a rigorous man."

"No. You know, on the way to Noboribetsu, he also took me to visit the Shiroi Koibito factory!"

Audrey froze, then turned to smile.

"Chocolate factory or something ... Don't you think it's like where the father took the child, or a lover?"

Huntton laughed for two seconds and then laughed: "It seems like it! I thought so at the time! Hahaha!"

At that moment, Hunter's mind remembered that Winston turned his face sideways, leaned down, and approached him, and touched the tip of his tongue with soft and sweet ice cream.

The heart trembled uncontrollably.

"Well, with so many questions, it's time to reveal Winston's answer." Audrey opened her notebook.

Hunt showed a tense expression and held his chest: "Ah ... somehow so nervous!"

"Hahaha, if you are nervous, no one dares to speak in front of Vann Winston." Audrey smiled, "About the impression on you, Winston's answer is very simple. "

"What is it? Can you stop selling it?"

"He said that there is only one Evan Hunt in the world." Audrey said with a funny expression.

"There must be something unpleasant at the back." Hunt crooked his mouth.

"Haha, you have to watch him carefully, or else the simple-minded Ivan Hunt will be deceived."

Hunt raised his hand to cover his eyes, and sighed helplessly: "I knew it would happen."

"Well, that's the end of today's interview."

"Can I see what I look like in the camera?" Hunt looked at the photographer.

Audrey pinched Hunter's forehead with her fingers: "Leave the expectation to the end. Rest assured, we will leave you the best shot."

"okay then."

Hunt reached for the water glass, took a sip, and Audrey, who just got up and walked to his side, suddenly swayed and fell to one side. Hunter immediately reached out and embraced her.

"Miss Wilson, are you okay?"

"Thank you, your response is very quick." Audrey stood up and thanked Hunter.

"Okay."

"But ... everyone sees you as young, but it's actually mature and manly."

"I like such a compliment." Hunt laughed.

"I wish you good results in this race."

"Thank you."

As long as he enters the top five in this race, Vann Winston will give him a striptease! Hahaha!

Hunt grew more and more motivated.

After the interview, Hunt entered the elevator and sent a text message to Winston: You're too much! How could I be fooled!

Winston's text message came back quickly: The interview is over? Would you like to come over for dinner?

Hunt touched his nose and told the team's nutritionist that he was not eating in the team.

"Don't eat in the team? The practice match is about to begin, don't eat anything!"

"Winston said invite me to dinner. Shouldn't he make me diarrhea and not digest it?"

"Winston? How is that possible? Then you go and exchange more! By the way, look at Ferrari's nutritional catering!" The dietitian's attitude turned 180 degrees.

Hunt agreed with a smile.

Winston made a reservation at his hotel restaurant. Because it was during the Grand Prix, there were a lot of people in the restaurant, of course, those who could live in this hotel belonged to the high society.

When Hunt arrived at the restaurant, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

Right next to the corner of the window, Winston supported his chin and looked out the window. Hunter, walking under the guidance of the waiter, walked towards him step by step.

Winston's profile reminded Hunt of moonlight. Although these are two completely different things. Probably because of him at the moment, Gao Jie looks soft but makes Hunt feel unreal.

"Hey!" Hunt made a big smile.

Winston lifted his chin: "Sit down. I'll give you some appetizers and staples. Before the game, make sure you have high heat to avoid cold and allergies, and don't allow anything with bubbles."

Hunt shook his head: "Life is much less fun."

"Really?" Winston looked up at his watch. The gesture of nodding was really noble. "Audrey should have interviewed you for at least two hours."

"Haha, yeah. She has a lot of unique insights about Formula One. I talked with her and felt that her ideas had also developed a lot. How about you? She appreciates you so much and must have talked to you for a long time, right?" Looked at each other.

"Half an hour."

"what?"

"I gave her a half-hour interview."

"So short?" Hunt opened his eyes.

This is indeed a top racer! Not to mention well-known media people!

"Otherwise, how can I give you enough time to chat with your goddess?" Winston's smile was shallow on the corner of his lips, but Hunt liked it.

"Hey. Two of my dreams in life have finally come true."

"Two big dreams? One was interviewed by a well-known media person like Audrey Wilson, and the other?"

"you guess?"

"There's just something in your head." Winston chuckled.

"Bunny Party!"

"Dream." Winston lowered his head and took a sip of water.

"What?" Hunt didn't seem to understand.

"Don't you enjoy collecting Playboy from an early age?"

"Well ... how do you know? Did I tell you?" Hunt scratched his head, why wasn't he impressed?

"They are still under your mattress to this day."

"When did I tell you?"

"How about you bunny girl party? Do you want to use all kinds of covers?"

Without knowing why, Hunt felt Winston's tone was a bit cold.

"Neither ... I ... want to make with someone I like." Hunt's voice was getting quieter.

"Like Audrey Wilson?"

"..." Hunt opened his mouth.

In the past, he could easily say that his dream lover was a woman like Audrey Wilson, but looking at Winston's eyes, he found that he couldn't open his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Winston asked.

"I don't know what kind of person I would like. Many times ... what a person ultimately falls in love with is not necessarily what he expects. Like my mother, she always dreams of marrying a man like my father . Have a career and motivation, and understand life. But she chose only an ordinary teacher in the end. "

At this time, the waitress brought the appetizers.

Creamy asparagus, in this country surrounded by deserts, such dishes are expensive.

"Eat."

"Winston ..."

"what happened?"

"If ... I mean, if ... you will get married one day, will we still travel together?"

He should have thought that if one day he had the other half, he should travel with his wife and children. But without knowing why, he suddenly became afraid.

Afraid that Winston wouldn't plan everything for him, that they would not have time to sit and have a meal together even if there is nothing to discuss, and he and he would go their separate ways.

Winston looked at him without any hesitation in his eyes, firm enough to make Hunt inexplicably guilty.

"If I get married one day, who can I travel with besides you?"

Hunt smiled.

"Can I take this to mean" there is only one Evan Hunt in the world "to Audrey Wilson?"

"That's what it meant."

Winston gave Hunter the sweets on the plate.

Hunt looked at the egg and suddenly felt warm.

He likes sweethearts, not even the team's nutritionist, but Winston knows.

"There is only one Vann Winston in the world." Hunt carefully scooped the egg with a spoon and put it in his mouth.

Opposite Winston's fingers holding the knife and fork paused slightly.

Outside the window is the famous IELTS Port Circuit.

It is now quietly like Suona's sleeping beauty, admired by everyone and yearning.

Hunt looked out the window, thinking of the opposite Winston in his heart. He could say nothing, but he felt very comfortable.

It was almost nine-thirty in the evening, and Hunter had to go back to his team.

Winston signaled to pay.

"I'm coming this time."

Just as Hunt was about to raise his hand, Winston clasped the back of his hand.

"I want you to send me something else."

"What?" Hunt was surprised.

Is there anything else Winston doesn't need?

"If you drive into the top five at this race, the dividends from Marcus will be enough for you to buy back your home," Winston said.

"Well." Hunt was excited in his heart, and striptease!

"I think leave a place in your garage."

After Winston's words, Hunt's eyes were inexplicably hot.

This was originally his plan.

This is what he wants to leave for Winston. Although this kind of thing may be far less valuable than the other side's sports car, but he wants to give the other side exactly what the other side cares about, this kind of feeling is cherished, Hunt doesn't know how to describe it.

"Okay." Hunt held back his voice.

"And your jeep, you promised me to replace it."

"Haha, I bought the house. If there is any extra money, I will definitely buy a good car."

"Well." Winston responded softly and landed on Hunter's heart, tickling.

The waiter came over to pay the bill, Hunter still handed out his credit card, smiled and said to Winston, "Remember? You paid for me in the supermarket, let me pay you back!"

Winston smiled indifferently: "I don't remember paying for you, but I remember once I went to the supermarket and found that you removed the cookies on the shelf, as if peeping at me for a long time."

Hunt's nerves seemed to be bounced.

It turned out that Winston knew he was standing at the shelf and looking at him?

"You didn't look at me, how do you know I watched you for a long time?" Hunt raised his chin.

"I've watched you for a long time. From choosing your yogurt to choosing your underpants."

"You ... you ... why look at me?" Hunt's heart tightened again.

The kind of ... his acquaintance with Winston felt like he was in the other's plan, making Hunt subconsciously nervous.

"Because it's stupid. When you buy yogurt, you only look at the taste, not the date." Winston raised the tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth. "Okay, it's late. I'll take you back to your hotel."

Hunter stood up: "I don't need you to send me back! I'm not Audrey Wilson ... Well, wait, do you know I hugged her during the interview today?"

"why?"

"When she walked past me, I almost fell and I helped her. Although there was nothing to be proud of, I felt that my response was quick."

Hunt showed a small smug expression.

Just as he walked past Winston, the other was sitting in the distance arranging his cuffs, and Hunter was tripped. He was so relaxed that he didn't expect it. He slumped forward and fell subconsciously to the side and wanted to grab. Stayed at the table, but someone hooked him.

That familiar sense of strength provoked Hunt's nerves, he leaned towards that embrace, his arms clasped at him.

Hunter was shocked to find himself sitting on Winston's lap!

A lot of people have seen it around.

"Is it like this?"

Winston's voice came from behind, and Hunter's shoulder tightened subconsciously.

The other person's temperature, the other person's breath, is like an invisible but imposing invasion.

"Only ... Only ..."

Hunt tried to justify himself, but his throat was locked.

"What do you want to say?"

Winston moved closer, and his cheeks seemed to be against his body.

"That's not true! She just hasn't stepped on her high heels. I helped her! I'm a gentleman! If I did this to Miss Wilson, the photographer next to me would have killed me with a camera!"

Hunt threw open his opponent's hands and immediately stood up.

"Oh, and the photographer, you should be disappointed."

Winston was still sitting there, looking up at Hunter half-up.

"I ... I don't have that kind of mind about Miss Wilson!"

"Hunt, your ears are red. Really don't have that kind of mind for Audrey Wilson?" Winston's voice was still very light.

Hunter sometimes doesn't understand. Why does this guy always talk to him in this tone, why not see him talking to others like this?

"I didn't! I'm ashamed to be you!"

After that, Hunt regretted it.

"Oh, don't I just want to imitate how you hold Miss Wilson?"

"I didn't tell you I carried her on my lap!"

And everyone else in the restaurant saw it!

The legs are so long, they stretch out and trip me!

The arc of Winston's lip line is more obvious.

"Believe it or not, I blew you up at this race!" Hunt suddenly held out his middle finger.

"I look forward to it." Winston finally got up slowly.

After checkout, Winston really wanted to accompany Hunt back to the hotel.

"Hey ... you don't have to do this. I can go back by myself. Never. You can send me back, I will send you back to Tianming?"

"Your ears are still red." Winston said with a smile on his face.

"You're enough!" Hunter raised his hand and covered his ears.

Winston didn't say anything, just stepped off the elevator.

The two walked towards Hunt's hotel.

Unlike Hunt with his hands in his jeans pockets, Winston is steady, and every step is a gesture of grace.

Hunter didn't understand a bit. How did he get so close to Winston?

It started in the bathroom of this year's Spanish Grand Prix ... and paid him in the supermarket, and later bought his baseball cap at a high price at a charity dinner at Ferrari, and then his jeep broke down on his way home Winston accompanied him to wait for the insurance company, and allowed him to run his Ferrari away from the explosion tank ...

They weren't close to each other. In retrospect, it should be ... Winston had been near him.

why?

Hunt looked at the back of Winston, who had come in front of him.

Upright and slender.

The back stopped and looked back at Hunt.

"what happened?"

"Nothing." Hunt walked quickly past Winston, then turned around and blinked at the other person. "I'm thinking of your striptease."

"Really?" Winston smiled and continued to follow Hunter.

"I must be in the top five for this race. As for you ... don't be stunned by Shire or Irving."

Hunt smirked with a twitch.

"You are so confident."

Hunt looked at Winston in the moonlight and secretly said to himself: Isn't it you who makes me so confident?

Back in the hotel room, Hunter opened the window subconsciously and looked at the direction in which Winston left, but in his mind, he remembered that he was sitting on each other's legs and being embraced.

Peace of mind ... even owned by someone.

Hunt clenched his head, he suddenly wanted to get drunk in front of Winston, and then do whatever he wanted with his bad wine.

This idea made Hunter startled by himself. In order to adapt to the jet lag, he lay in the quilt early, but half an hour later, he still didn't feel sleepy.

He regretted in his heart that he couldn't remember how he got to Winston after being drunk, and annoyed his bad thoughts.

The phone on the bedside table was on, and Hunter touched it. It was Winston's text message: Did you see the moon?

Hunt got up, opened the curtains, and the silver moon in the sky was like trying to put the earth on a plate.

He responded to Winston: I saw it, big and bright!

Winston: Good night, Hunter.

It was as if someone was talking in his ear, like Winston's cool but gentle voice.

At this time, did he lean on the bedside with a book on his leg and a mobile phone in his hand?

Good night, Winston.

After a few days of adaptation, the practice session began.

The weather here is hotter than the Suzuka Circuit because of less greenery and greater tire wear.

Hunter was still worried about the performance of the car at the beginning, but before going on the track, he saw Shen Chuan calmly directing the final debugging, while Shen Xi with a chocolate bar squinted and smiled and waved to him bye "This calmness reassured Hunter.

This was the first time he drove a desert circuit like this on F1, but he was driving freely, and the statistics at the end of the practice round made Shen Chuan's frowns stretch.

When Hunter drove the car back, Shen Chuan knocked on Hunter's helmet with his finger against the car: "Relax?"

"Relax! Unbelievable!" Hunter smiled broadly. "I took a look at the engine temperature, and you solved the cooling problem very well!"

"We have adjusted the heat dissipation components to the maximum extent, including the heat dissipation guides for the brakes. Hunt, the IELTS Port Circuit has a variable wind direction and it is more difficult to warm up than the ordinary track. This time, you have to prove not only yourself, It also proves that our entire engineer team and the entire team. "Shen Chuan's eyes condensed a kind of strength.

Even Shen Xi, who was standing behind him, took out the chocolate and stared straight at Hunt.

That persistence is the same whether it's a driver on the track or an engineer off the track.

"I will." Hunt stared directly into Shen Chuan's eyes.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: If I get married one day, who can I travel with besides you?

Hunter: Happy ~

Winston: Because it must be you who married me.

Hunter: ...