Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunt froze. He remembered that Shen Chuan had said that Shen Xi was never kidding.

"You ... really want me to pick you up?"

"Well! I want to know what it feels like to sit on someone else's shoulder, but my brother doesn't have that much energy!" Shen Xi said with an expression of regret.

Shen Chuan helplessly turned to face.

Hunter smiled, and he clapped his hands at Shen Xi: "What's so difficult!"

The drivers are not weak.

Hunter half lowered himself in front of Shen Xi and hugged her easily.

This little girl is as light as feathers, and she didn't see her eat snacks all day long. Why didn't she gain weight? Or was she really consumed by her clever brain?

With a smile from Shen Xi, she hugged Hunter's neck and looked at her brother, then slowly opened her arms.

"When she was young, I could carry her like this. You see, you will spoil her." Shen Chuan shook her head.

"Hey, because the brook is cute!"

"No, when I said I was going to lead Lei to you, you were so frightened, how could you think I was cute?" Shen Xi, who was sitting on Hunter's shoulder, pushed his glasses and asked seriously.

Hunt paused, suddenly wondering how to continue.

Shen Chuan turned this topic off for Hunter: "By Hunter, there will be a dinner at the Palace Hotel tomorrow night. Do you have a proper dress?"

"... Do you think I have it?"

Hunt lowered Shen Xi from his shoulder.

"It's okay, the PR manager probably had already expected it, and it's ready for you. Remember to try it tonight."

"I know!"

So Hunter didn't fall asleep all night.

He was holding his cell phone and driving away, but his fingers were not moving.

Not only did I get the fourth place this time, but I also played against Shire and Winston! With such great progress and such great achievements, why did Winston not even have a phone call or even a text message?

This unpleasant feeling is becoming more and more obvious.

He suddenly remembered that when he got the fourth place for the first time, he rushed to Winston, and this guy picked himself up ...

Hunt nostalgicly felt lifted up by Winston.

"Stupid." Hunt patted his head.

He adjusted his mood, grinned with a grin, and sent a text message to Winston: "I got the fourth place in the substation! You got the third place, this is my closest to you!"

Winston, Winston, I don't believe you don't remember our promise!

Striptease! Striptease!

Think of it, Hunter fell on the bed and rolled up.

Winston's text came almost at the same time: congratulations.

Hunt felt like it was pouring down a cold pot of water.

that's it?

Congratulations?

Who wants you to congratulate?

Hunt continued angrily texting: What about my striptease?

I will not give you this guy a chance to escape!

Who knew that a few minutes had passed and Winston's text message had not been answered.

Hunt threw the phone on the mattress and looked at it cross-legged, the more uncomfortable it was.

"what happened?"

At the moment, in the toilet of the visit room, Winston leaned against the door of the compartment, raised his head, and his throat seemed to be forcibly suppressing something.

"Winston! Are you in there? The media interview is about to begin." The voice of the PR assistant came.

Winston gritted his teeth, and he could feel the vibration of the phone in his trouser pocket, the unique ringtone he set for Hunt.

Whenever the bell rang, the blue tendons in his forehead became more tense.

He looked up at the bright light above his head, but his gaze seemed to go elsewhere.

"Winston ... aren't you inside?" Footsteps of the public relations assistant sounded.

When the bathroom was quiet again, Winston's throat made a deep breathing sound, until the desire to destroy him was released briefly, and a force burst out.

He exhaled hard, but kept clenching his teeth and frowning.

The SMS alert that belongs to Hunter is constantly repeated.

After ten seconds, everything finally unfolded.

He stepped out of the bathroom, sorted out himself in the mirror, and then faced the curiosity and anticipation of countless media.

There were a lot of highlights in this race. Although Winston did not win the championship, his high-level performance still admired the eyes of the media.

Most of the questions focus on technical and strategic levels, as well as reviews of Irving and Shire play.

Journalists are also very clear that Winston will not answer questions outside of the profession. When the media interview was halfway through, Audrey Wilson held up her hand: "This race, you and your friend Evan Hunt competed eight times. Although Hunter did not succeed you, but It was thrilling. I wonder what it was like at the time? "

Winston's battle with Shire and Irving began almost as soon as he entered Formula One, but it was new to Hunt. The reporters were very interested. But at the same time, they also think that Winston's indifferent character has always been reluctant to talk about other players.

Winston remained silent for about two seconds, and other reporters even made plans for disappointment. Only Audrey Wilson was still standing there, waiting for Winston's answer.

"Only from the perspective of driving technology, Hunter's performance is perfect. The control of the braking timing and the control of the routing are not as obvious as the previous races, but His strength has reached another level. "

Winston's face was calm, but the reporters were surprised.

This is the first time Vann Winston has explicitly praised an opponent.

"Did you feel the pressure when he chased behind you?" Audrey asked again.

"Hunter never pressures me. He excites me."

Journalists were surprised again, including Audrey.

She squinted at Winston. His expression was so indifferent that the adjective "excited" never seemed to be related to him.

The press conference is over. Winston took out his mobile phone, and there were already several text messages from Hunt: Hunter: Hey! Why don't you text me back? Are you afraid?

Hunter: Striptease is your bet, shouldn't you be embarrassed?

Hunter: Why don't you reply to my text message and your phone dropped?

Hunter: ... If you don't want to jump, just ask me to drink.

Hunter: If you can't drink, then take me on a short trip!

Winston half-opened his eyes, holding the phone in one hand to quickly press the keys.

The assistant Annie walking next to him was the first time he saw him texting on his mobile phone like this.

At this time, Hunter was sitting on the toilet and dissipating. Suddenly a text message popped up and opened it. From Winston: Do you want to see my body so much?

Hunt's shoulder trembled, and the phone almost broke the screen.

He immediately replied: Who wants to see your body!

Winston's text message is almost as if I already knew what Hunter would say: Then when I strip you, you must close your eyes and not look.

Hunt's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys trembled: of course I want to see! This is my right!

Winston replied: When did it look right for my body to call you?

Hunter's ears immediately turned red. Fortunately, Winston couldn't see it, otherwise this guy would definitely be more proud!

Exhaling breath, Hunter hummed back: I have entered the top five for three consecutive races, and it is my right to see you striptease!

Winston replied quickly: What color do you like to see my underpants?

Hunter suddenly remembered that in the Noboribetsu Hot Spring Hotel, he accidentally caught Winston's place ... The fingertip seemed to be charged, and the mobile phone almost fell to the ground again.

Hunt bit his teeth and replied: Seven-color rainbow, do you have it?

Winston replied: Little liar. You obviously like me to wear black.

Hunt tilted his head: Why is it black?

Winston replied: The visual impact is strong.

"Visual impact? What vision ..." Hunter understood what the other party meant, and almost didn't throw the phone out.

Obviously he won the bet, but why is he always falling behind?

Unhappy! What a pity!

Two seconds later, Hunter grinned and replied: Black is not the most visually striking, it is not worn.

There is a kind that you said you would take it all off to show me!

Who knows Winston reply: OK, I see.

"Okay? Do you understand? What do you understand!"

Hunter really hates this way of speaking!

At this time, a text message from Winston came again: would you have breakfast tomorrow morning?

Hunter looked at the message countless times, and was just anxious just now, but suddenly felt warm at the moment.

He replied: OK. Are you in a media interview?

Winston replied: The visit has been over ten minutes.

Hunter rolled his eyes, and the visit was over, what did you send me for so long! I won't call directly!

The next morning, it was rare that Hunter had not slept. He put on a sweatshirt and trot to the restaurant in Winston's hotel.

Having breakfast here and saying goodbye to IELTS Port Raceway is the best choice.

When Hunt walked into the restaurant and subconsciously searched for Winston's last dinner with him, he saw Winston's arms running across Audrey Wilson's waist.

Hunt froze there.

He saw Winston lower his head, almost covering Audrey's ears without knowing what to say, and Audrey's face flushed immediately.

Someone came to Hunter and said in a clear tone: "It has been hard for any man to be unmoved by being pursued by a good woman for too long, unless he is not straight.

It's Lawrence Owen. This guy seems to live in the same hotel as Winston.

At this moment, I don't know why, the last person Hunter wanted to see was him.

"Haha ... Yeah ..." Hunt said with a smile.

"You laughed ugly." Owen snorted softly. "Imagine that one day, Winston will have breakfast with another person, and travel with another person, telling his unknown emotions Another person, can you really laugh? "

"Hey! Don't you say ... as if ... like I like Winston!"

Hunt's heart was beating fiercely.

Irving is joking.

He is playing tricks.

This guy always likes to play people.

"Don't you like him?" Owen tilted his gaze. "You were looking for Winston just now? You know your expression is as if my first love was looking for me at the gate of the amusement park on my first date Look. "Owen's voice was a little teasing and teasing.

"You are so boring." Hunt frowned.

I hope this guy doesn't talk nonsense in front of Winston!

Irving squinted his pockets and leaned his face in the direction of Hunter: "In fact, if you really like him, I can teach you how to get him."

At this time, Audrey had left Winston's side, she looked up, her expression on the face was a bit unnatural, and she stiffly walked towards the restaurant exit.

When she glanced intently at Hunter, she turned her face immediately, which made Hunter feel strange.

At this moment, Winston also saw Hunter, his eyebrows frowned, and his long legs widened. Before Hunter could react, Winston walked between Hunter and Owen.

"Owen, I thought you had left the IELTS port." Winston's voice was coldness that Hunter hadn't heard in a long time.

"I still like it here. But don't worry, I won't disturb your breakfast time with Little Hunt."

With that said, Owen turned comfortably away.

But his phrase, "I can teach you how to get him in his hands," is as clear as chanting in Hunt's mind.

"You're still talking to Owen, aren't you afraid he's playing you?" Winston asked.

"I happened to meet him too. I saw you talking to Miss Wilson just now, so you didn't come forward. What did you say? Are you going to make an interview?" Hunter shifted the subject immediately.

"Nothing. Have breakfast."

There was no clue in Winston's face, but Hunt was disappointed.

Even if Audrey Wilson comes to you every time it's just those things, that's not "nothing".

What's more, you still hold her.

At the same time, Audrey, who had entered the elevator, held her arms and exhaled a long breath.

She deliberately came to this restaurant for breakfast today to "meet" Winston.

Today Winston is completely different from the media.

With a newspaper in his hand, he turned it gently, with a softness between his eyebrows. He occasionally looked in the direction of the entrance to the restaurant, as if waiting for someone.

She deliberately wore a pair of high heels and walked past him, pretending to hit her ankle, and fell in the direction of him, falling into his arms as expected.

His arms were stable, making her deeply feel the strength and sense of security that belonged to men, but when his cold voice sounded, Audrey knew that everything would not go in the direction she expected.

"Did you let Hunter hold you in this way?"

"I……"

Winston's words were so direct that Audrey couldn't say the next word.

"Hunter looks childish on the surface, but he's a real gentleman inside. But I'm different." Winston pushed her away from him without reluctance. "Don't approach Hunter just to reach me. . You are a senior media person and you should have your professionalism. "

Her face suddenly turned red.

"Sorry."

As if fleeing, she quickly left him.

When she saw Hunter coming in from the entrance, she felt a deep shame.

Although Hunter was a little depressed, when Winston picked out the German sausage from the pasta and pushed it in front of him, he was not depressed at all, and chatted cheerfully about the dinner at the Abu Dhabi Palace Hotel.

"I heard that the hotel is often used to receive the head of state! Is it particularly magnificent?" Hunter asked with interest.

"The hotel is a bit big, just don't get lost." Winston took a sip of juice indifferently.

"I won't get lost!"

When Winston's lips touched the edge of the glass and juice poured between the seams of his lips, Hunter's heartbeat missed.

"What are you looking at?" Winston said.

"No ... nothing ... I was wondering what juice you were drinking." Hunter found a reason to fool.

Don't know when it started, Hunt found himself more and more looking at each other.

Maybe there are many women in this world who are more refined than Winston's features and more undulating than him, but Winston's unique temperament has been pulling him.

Just as Hunter hurriedly lowered his head to eat spaghetti, the opposite man suddenly passed the glass towards him, his voice soft like the morning light outside the window.

"You taste it, guess what juice it is."

He pinched the cup with his pretty fingers, and the graceful undulations of his wrists gave Hunt a cherished impulse.

He held his chin in his other hand, and apparently didn't smile but made Hunter feel warm.

Hunt opened his mouth slightly, covering the edge of the glass, and Winston had to reach out longer, tilting the glass and seeping the juice into his lips.

It was a sweet and sour taste, Hunter nostalgic.

"What juice do you think?" Winston's voice sounded again.

"Hmm ... I can't guess."

Obviously tasted the taste of apple, but Hunter intentionally did not say.

Winston chuckled: "You're so dull that you don't even taste."

"Not at all! Aren't the fruits sour and sweet? I'll take another sip!"

Winston took another sip, and Hunter stared straight into the seams of his lips, as if his thoughts had become the glass of juice, flowing into his lips, wandering around the tip of his tongue.

"Okay." Winston extended his arms patiently again, and Hunter also leaned towards the other side, who could reach for the juice, but he pretended to hold a knife and fork and let Winston feed himself.

"Did you taste it?" Winston asked.

"Apple juice! And a bit of papaya!" Hunter said, pursing his lips.

And your taste.

"Probably. I don't like papaya much," Winston said.

"Then you give me a drink."

"You want to drink juice?" Winston asked.

"Why can't I want to drink juice?" Hunt asked.

He only wants that cup.

"I'll give you something else to drink," Winston said.

"What do you give me?"

I don't want to drink any other juice, I just want your glass!

Winston raised his hand and got used to it. "Please give me a glass of cherry juice."

"Why cherry juice?" Hunt asked dissatisfied.

"You don't think cherry sounds like 'cherish'," Winston said.

Hunt's heart seemed to be held by the other's beautiful fingers.

"I ... I'm not a woman! What do you cherish!"

Hunter immediately disguised his general howl.

"Treasure me and yours now. This is the first time I've given someone some cherry juice. So ..." Winston looked straight into Hunter's eyes. "If I found out, you give someone some cherry juice. ... "

"Why ..." Hunter suddenly thought in guilty conscience that he was smoking a woman outside a bar in Montreal. At that time, she was learning Winston's appearance to attract that woman, and was found by the other party.

Although Winston didn't say anything at the time, he always felt embarrassed.

"I will repair you well."

"How can you fix me?"

"Otherwise you try it?"

"Let's ... forget it ..." Hunter said dumbly.

"Are the evening dresses ready?" Winston asked casually.

"The PR manager will prepare it for me. They should also make my hair or something for me."

"Pity."

"What a pity?"

"They will definitely give you hair spray."

"... You can't use water at all. Hair falls off easily." Hunter touched his bangs, and he hasn't cut his hair for a while, so it grows again. "Well, do you remember? At the dinner, you get my hair up! "

"I remember, your hair is soft."

"Really?" Hunter raised his hand and squeezed his hair. "I just wanted to cut myself an inch."

"That's fine. It's too short to stick."

Hunter laughed. "Put a hand? Listening is like you touch my head every day."

Winston didn't answer.

Hunter squeezed his eyes and rushed to the other side: "Don't forget your striptease!"

Hunt had thought he could see a different look on Winston's face, but there was still no dew on his face.

"I didn't forget."

"That's it? You don't even have an embarrassed expression?"

Hunt was disappointed.

Winston leaned closer to Hunter: "If you're embarrassed, lose."

As soon as Hunter with his pasta raised his eyes, he saw Winston's eyebrows lowered and a light smile on the corner of his lips.

After breakfast, Hunter left the IELTS port with the convoy and went to the Palace Hotel.

This is an eight-star hotel, located in the Arabian Gulf, with a private beach with a face of more than one kilometer, complete facilities and gorgeous interior decoration.

Hunt had a feeling of being blinded.

As soon as he arrived at the hotel, the PR manager started fitting for Hunter, and Marcus even really hired a makeup artist.

"I just have a little freckles ... don't need to exaggerate ..." Is it necessary to apply thick powder on his face?

"Hunter! My hunt! Don't you know that you are now a top driver?" Marcus looked at him and said.

"... I have always been a first-class driver and have never changed." Hunt shrugged.

"Well, four months ago, you were the 'first-class driver' last. You can't see your name in the standings! But now, you are a driver who can compete with Winston and Shire! The most important thing is that you are not yet twenty! You must pay attention to your image! "

Hunter's eyes lit up: "I'm a driver who can compete with Winston and Shire!"

"Yes! This is a dinner hosted by the FIA, and there will be many Formula One sponsors coming! Let them see your best!"

Hunt didn't seem to hear Marcus and continued to sigh: "I'm a driver who can compete with Winston and Shire! But my annual salary is only 250,000 euros!"

Marcus covered his eyes and sighed longly: "Hunter! We have signed a supplementary agreement before the Abu Dhabi station! Now that you have removed the dividends, your annual salary is 2.5 million!"

"Oh! Is that so!" Hunt laughed.

The next race is in the United States, he is going to buy back his father's villa!

At this time, the assistant came over and motioned to Hunt to take off his t-shirt and put on a custom-made shirt and dinner dress. Hunt came to the mirror unconsciously and saw his first glance. what……"

"Of course you are handsome! Do you know that your fans have created a special website for you? Do you know that Audrey Wilson's interview will be broadcast on TV tonight? I watched the sample and you are so cute Now, there will definitely be many women hooked on you! "

"A sample is out? To be broadcast tonight! Can I stay here for an interview?"

"No!" Marcus rejected him categorically.

"I hate dinners ... don't auction anything else ... so boring ..."

"Yes, there will be an auction tonight, and the money will be used for research on environmentally friendly fuels."

Hunter sighed, "What are you going to do with my auction?"

"Pants."

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Hey, what kind of leggings do I wear for the most visual impact?

Winston: No.

Hunter: ... I should discuss this with you so seriously ...

Winston: I answered you seriously.