Could You Not Tease Me?

As soon as Marcus's voice fell, Hunter was almost choked by his own saliva.

"You ... you ... what are you talking about? Are you crazy!"

Hunter immediately ran to find the suitcase. He doesn't have the habit of washing underpants every time he comes out of the game, basically throwing all the way. Marcus wouldn't take his dirty underpants for auction! Is there a lower limit?

"Hunt, what are you looking for?" Marcus asked puzzledly.

"Look at my underpants!" Hunt found out how many he had left!

"Of course not less. I made the assistant buy long ago." Marcus raised his chin.

The public relations assistant shook out with a pair of black skinny briefs.

"Ah?" Hunter pointed at it and said, "Is this my underpants?"

"From now on, it will be it. You look at this style, it's a bit irritating. There must be a lot of female fans who like you crazy bidding!" Marcus said proudly.

I rub! These guys are too dishonest! Even the bottoms are fake!

"Do you think I'm Winston or Irving? Please don't make me shame again! I tell you, I will never go to dinner!"

Hunter imagined the embarrassment of the audience when the auction host spoke of the auction target.

All celebrities in the business scene were present, and Hunt felt that he would lose his reputation.

"You can rest assured that after my initial investigation, your underpants have been fired to $ 100,000!"

"... Are you dreaming? Most importantly, that's not my underpants!" Hunt roared in the room.

Strangely, everyone present was like a roar that had not been heard. It was time to clean up the dinner dresses, and it was time to comb his hair. He was angry in his heart: next year he must change the team! absolute!

The banquet hall of the Palace Hotel is luxurious and elegant.

When Hunter followed Marcus and walked in, he found that many people had watched it, which made him uneasy to tear the bow tie.

do not look at me……

Why are you looking at me?

Hunter felt like he had a delusion of being victimized. He always felt that the eyes of those who talked to each other were looking at himself.

Did they know that Marcus was laughing at him after he knew his underwear was the subject of an auction?

What the hell!

Can't auction something like a t-shirt like a Ferrari charity dinner?

"Hey little guy ... you really make someone ... appetite tonight."

Hunt crossed his face, and saw Irving holding one pocket in one hand, holding a champagne glass in the other, and smiling at himself.

Irving did not deliberately comb his hair like many male guests, but was casual but not messy, with a strong sense of fashion. His evening gown set off the lines of the shoulders. The guy stood upright with a hint of laziness, and those emerald eyes revealed a hint of evil.

"Really? I see that you are appetite."

Hunt deliberately opened his eyes and looked around.

"Why, are you looking for Vann Winston?" Irving asked with a smile.

Hunt didn't answer him.

Irving leaned against the table indifferently, lowering his head and smiling more clearly: "Hunt, get him in your hands, you don't have to keep chasing him with your eyes so much. You can hug him, kiss him, watch him You look like you can't help it. "

He told himself to ignore every word that Owen said, but Hunter's face was hot at that moment.

Hunt was about to leave quickly, but Owen held his back with his fingers.

"Hunt, I said I can help you get him. Are you sure you want it?"

"You ... neuropathy!"

Hunt was about to shake Irving, but Irving let go. As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Mr. Miller, Winston's follower team manager, entering the venue and immediately caught everyone's attention.

He was wearing a pure black evening dress, and his good figure, especially his long legs, was unobstructed. The edge of his neckline was dotted with fine dots of fine sand, and every time he walked, there was a faint flash of light. The designer's ingenuity brings low-key black to life.

Unlike in the past, after taking champagne from the waiter's hand tray, Winston's eyes did not meet a large oncoming admiration, but swept across the audience and stopped on Hunter's body. .

The moment he saw Hunt, he stared at it clearly.

Hunter turned his face immediately-terrible! The dinner dress chosen by the PR manager was exactly the same as Winston!

Hit the shirt! Although men's dinner dresses are all similar, their neckline edge design is special, and you can see that it is the same paragraph at a glance!

Hunt spit out in his heart: why not take the retro style honestly!

Winston went to Hunt step by step, only hearing the sound of a slight glass collision, and the atrium was full of echoes.

As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Winston's gaze.

That sight made Hunter feel hot, and the blood hidden in the deepest part of the body was constantly rising, as if to burst out.

Winston's knuckles brushed through the broken hair in Hunter's ears and said in a voice that only Hunter could hear: "Fortunately, they didn't give you gel."

"I don't like hair spray either."

"You look a lot sexier than at the last Ferrari Charity Dinner."

"Are you praising your own taste? The dinner dresses for both of us are the same."

"Next time, I'll give you a choice."

Winston was closer to Hunter, which caused Hunter to lean backwards subconsciously.

His body had a faint cologne smell, clearly cold, and he wanted to burn after entering Hunter's lungs.

Mr. Miller called Winston's name, and Winston said, "Let's talk later." The moment he turned, he squeezed Hunter's ear again.

Hunt realized that his ears must be red again.

"Guess what he wanted to do when he saw you just now?" Owen's voice rang again in Hunter's ear.

This guy is endless!

"Can you go play with others? I saw Shire there! Otherwise, find Donald to play with you?" Hunter said helplessly.

Owen grinned, "He just wanted to strip your clothes off."

"Because I hit his shirt with him."

"Tear your bow tie."

"what?"

"Drag your shirt and do whatever you want."

Suddenly, Hunter remembered Winston's lower lip, which was bitten by himself, and the mark on his neck.

"He wants to bite you and swallow it. There is nothing left." Owen's voice seemed to be squeezed out of the gap between the teeth, with the force of crushing Hunt.

"You ... you thought you were making a horror movie!"

Hunter went away immediately.

The laughter of Owen made Hunt want to look back at him.

Marcus had a great time chatting with several sponsors. He beckoned to Hunt. These sponsors included luxury watches, famous supercars, electronic newsletters, and even cigarettes.

Hunter just tried to squeeze a smile and deal with them.

Time made Hunter feel like he was living a new year, and he was subconsciously looking for the figure of Winston.

His profile was still cold, but his movements and looks were decent and elegant, making Hunt want to appreciate quietly.

The auction is about to begin, the applause rang out, and what Hunter wanted to do was hide in the bathroom.

Just before he took two steps, he heard the host read his name: "The first auction item tonight's auction is also very much concerned by Formula One fans present-Ivan Hunt's Leggings! "

Hunter covered his face immediately, he felt that he was out of face again!

The applause from the guests was warmer than before, and laughter came as Hunter expected.

"Don't be embarrassed." Qin Liang's voice sounded in his ear.

Hunter knew it was Winston.

"It wasn't your underwear that was auctioned ..." Hunter almost didn't cry.

"But that's not your underpants," Winston said.

"how do you know?"

"You wear a flat angle, you don't wear a triangle. You are a guy who lacks a sense of security. A triangle will make you feel insecure and uncomfortable." Winston's voice was calm.

Without knowing why, Hunt, who was already in distress, looked up.

He found that although everyone was looking at themselves, their eyes were at least kind.

The price of underpants was raised from $ 5,000 to $ 100,000, and Hunter was dumbfounded by the price.

And it turned out to be Nicky!

When did this guy enter?

Hunt was completely immersed in distress and didn't notice him.

The base station was opposite to Hunter, and raised a frown at him. The theme party of "Beauty and the Beast" re-entered Hunter's memory.

"I ... should I tell Nicky, isn't that my underpants?"

"What? You see he paid $ 100,000, so give him a real one?" Winston asked.

"how is this possible!"

"Think about how he pretended to be a beauty at a club party and cost you $ 100,000."

Hunt wanted to cry a bit, and Winston reminded him that he still owed him $ 100,000!

The next items to be auctioned were Donald, Irving, Shire, Enzo, and Penny. Some were really strange. For example, the masks used by Shire and the toothbrush used by Irving. Hunt really doubted that Irving brushed the toilet with that toothbrush.

Finally, it was the auction of Ferrari's donated auction product-Winston's pen.

It was a pure black parker, without any suits, but full of intellectual and homemade flavor.

Its base price is 10,000 US dollars, which reaches 150,000 in less than a minute.

Hunter opened his mouth: "My God ... I still want to shoot it!"

He was sure that, unlike the fake leggings provided by Marcus, that pen must have been used by Winston.

"What did you take down?" Winston asked.

"Photographed as a memorial!" Hunter replied casually.

"Why a memorial?"

"Because ... because I like the words you write."

Hunter didn't say that the bedside note Winston had written to him, he kept it.

"If you want to see what I write, I will write to you. Don't buy this kind of thing."

Hunt's heart leapt again with Winston's soft voice.

"It's all right to write?" Hunt narrowed his eyes with a smirk.

"Yes, just let me see your lower limit." The smile on Winston's lips swayed Hunt as a child again.

At this time, Nicky walked towards them both.

"Are you going to wear the same clothes as you have discussed?" Niki raised her eyebrows. "But your bottoms are mine."

Hunt was a little embarrassed.

"You ... the underpants are not mine."

Nicky tugged Hunter's collar lightly, and then turned his face seriously and said, "Of course I know that it's not yours. You are so conservative, you should prefer to wear a flat angle.

Hunt looked to Winston aside, why can you tell that the underpants aren't mine?

Winston extended his hand and clasped Nicky's wrist. Nicky's brows frowned and he had to loosen Hunter's collar.

"If that leg was really worn by you, I probably wouldn't be able to photograph it."

Nicky blinked at Hunter and turned away.

When the auction was over, the dinner entered the stage of invitation dance.

Many guests with female companions have already slipped onto the dance floor, which made Hunter envious.

He subconsciously searched for women who he didn't know, and finally saw Audrey Wilson. He was about to come forward and was invited by a Middle Eastern oil tycoon to slide onto the dance floor.

Marcus wanted Hunter to chat with the sponsor again. Hunter sighed and couldn't let him enjoy the snacks and music?

He stepped back without a trace, left Marcus's sight search range, grabbed a glass of soda, and a seemingly delicate snack without knowing how to taste, leaving the banquet hall.

The Palace Hotel is so big that he can go around. If Marcus found him, he said he was lost.

Rows of rows of standing cabinets can be seen in the golden hallway, which displays unique Arabian crafts.

Hunt admired as he walked, then his cell phone rang.

"Where are you?" Winston's voice came.

Hunter's lazy mind suddenly jumped up.

Found that he was not at the party, did Winston look for him everywhere?

"I'm ... in the hallway west of the hotel."

"I'll come over here."

Hunt touched the tip of his nose. There was no one nearby. Hunt followed boldly: "Are you coming to perform a striptease for me?"

"Of course you can."

The other's voice was softer than before, like a breath in his heart. Hunt felt itchy, but couldn't catch anything.

"Take off your underpants," Hunt added.

"The last time you caught me when you were in the hot spring, you always wanted to see it, right?" Winston's voice was a faint smile.

This guy really never knows shyness!

Footsteps were heard in the hallway, and Hunter saw the figure of Winston walking in his direction. He grinned and hid deliberately by the closet.

Winston's brow frowned. He searched for Hunter and took out his cell phone to call Hunter's number again, but the voice prompt showed that Hunter had been turned off.

Winston stopped and said in a small voice that could be heard in more than half of the hallway, "Hunt, I know you deliberately hid. If you don't want to waste time tonight, come out quickly."

Hunter laughed with the corner of his mouth. He didn't expect Winston to perform a striptease for him all night. When Winston turned his face to the side, Hunter extended his head.

Even though his voice seemed calm, Hunter could feel him impatient from the back of the opponent.

Just as Hunter was about to step out, someone called Winston's name.

"I said it was your voice, Winston came over to help ..."

It was Irving, who was helping someone and seemed drunk.

Winston stood still.

"Um ... who did you just say?" The guy drunk on Irving asked with ambiguity, opening his eyes.

"Winston." Irving sighed.

Hunter by the cupboard heard it, and the guy beside Irving was Shire.

Didn't the two always deal with each other, how could they get together?

"Winston ... that stinky Winston ..."

Shir broke free of Irving and suddenly rushed to Winston, but he was sideways avoided.

"He's drunk." Winston's cold voice sounded completely different from when he called Hunter just now.

"It's because he's drunk that I ask you to do me a favor." Irving sighed, holding on to Charles.

"I can not help you."

Just after Winston turned around, Shire stepped forward, hugged Winston, and pressed his face against Winston's back.

"Don't go ... don't leave me ... I really love you ..."

Hunt felt as if a bomb had dropped in his ears, humming.

What did Shire say just now?

"You're drunk." Winston shoved Shire and held his arm, but the drunk Shire was so strong that Winston frowned and looked at Owen, "You want this farce to continue ?"

Owen spread his hands. "He's better to pester you than me."

"Although I'm drunk ... but I recognize you ... I love you, I really love you ... I have always been fighting with you to ... in order to make you notice me ..." Charles' voice was full Grievance.

Hunter was stunned.

So ... this isn't nonsense, but spit true words?

Shire has always loved Winston?

"I'm divorced ... I just want to be with you ... please look at me ... don't be with others ..."

Hunter was even more shocked. Could it be that Shire's failed marriages were just to attract Winston?

I rub! Even for divorce?

Is there any more naive way!

"Let go." Winston's voice dropped an octave.

"Don't do this ... Charr was just drunk and kept holding your name. I thought he was drunk and wanted to vent your anger. It turned out to be a drunk confession! I was sore! The voice was full of sympathy.

Hunt couldn't return for a long time.

This is really shocking! Charles loves Winston!

"I know you always like strong men ... you don't like the kind of Audrey Wilson ... the kind of pretending woman ... you only see the strong ...

"This is my business. Please leave me immediately."

Winston rejected Charles with his indifference, but at that moment, Hunt's heart seemed to be pierced.

Undoubtedly, the one who can be valued by Winston must be the strong.

Either Charles or Irving, they have the ability to compete with Winston, but he does not.

He just chased him behind him, looking up at him, being taken care of by him as a child.

My heart was full of crushed ice.

Finally, Winston shoved Charr away, hitting Irving.

"Hey! Winston!" Irving sat on the floor with a crackle, while Shire sat on Irving's body.

Winston continued to move forward, looking across his face to see Hunter.

"You hide here." Winston walked towards Hunter.

For the first time, Hunt wanted to squeeze into the wall like this.

"Haha ... you can't see Shir's confession if you don't hide it!" Hunt intentionally made himself look gleeful.

"Really?" Winston reached down and pressed his hand against the cabinet. Hunt was about to leave from the other side, and Winston stretched out his hand and put it on the wall.

Hunt realized that he was squeezed between Winston's arms and the wall by Winston, and he could almost feel each other's breath.

Winston turned his face to the side, just to see Hunter's expression in the backlight, but he looked like he was about to kiss.

"Yeah," Hunter answered affirmatively.

"Char wasn't drunk at all, and he had a good drink," Winston said.

"What?" Hunt's voice rose, looking in the direction of Shire.

Owen sighed, got up and tiptoed Charles, who was sitting on the floor stupidly: "Get up. Get dressed."

"Damn! Isn't my acting good enough?" Charles snorted, and reluctantly got up from the ground.

"If you want to cheat me, at least from the first time you see me," Winston said.

"Damn! All my confession was wasted! My goosebumps are disgusting!" Charles glared at Irving, "the idea you made is useless!"

"How can it be useless? At least you disgusted yourself." Owen shrugged.

"I love you, I really love you. I've been fighting with you all the time to make you notice me." Winston looked at Hunt and uttered Charles's confession with his unique voice.

It was clear that Shire's voice had some kind of depression and resistance, but Winston said the same thing, like a willing fall.

Hunt's heart was provoked.

Winston lowered his head, looked at him, and then turned his face to the direction of Shire: "I thought this confession, you were listening to Lawrence Owen by playing with me."

The heart fell and Hunter was inexplicably disappointed.

"Wh ... what! How is it possible! This line was written by Irving! This guy said that if I make such a disgusting confession to you, we can see your reaction! Maybe it will let you next I want to run away as soon as I see the race! "

Shire shouted.

Irving squeezed his pocket and pouted, "Can you say everything?"

"The point is that this simply won't work! This iceberg face has long seen through us! You act so well, why don't you confess!"

"Because Winston knows that he can't be my dish at all. If I really bend, I will choose Hunter, he is more cute!"

"What! I won't choose you even if I bend!" Hunter smashed Winston's arm and came to Irving. "And what do I call more cute?"

"Wow, it's so cute." Owen laughed, and stretched out his hand to pinch Hunt's face, but was thrown away by Hunt.

Hunt stared at Irving, but Irving didn't care.

He tilted his face slightly, close to Hunter's ear, and said in a voice that only Hunter could hear: "Even if Shir's confession is just a joke, such confession will happen again and again in the future. Ston will refuse the first time, the second time, the third time ... but once, he will nod. "

At that moment, Hunter's breathing seemed to be contained in the throat, and every cell in the body was faintly painful.

He froze there, not knowing how to move his hands and feet.

Owen straightened up, stepped back to Shire with a smile, and reached out to him.

"Cut!" Charles reluctantly took a check from his pocket and patted it into Irving's hand. "Someday you will be killed by money!"

"That would be the happiest way to die."

It seemed that Shir's confession was just a boring bet between him and Irving.

"Hunter." Winston's voice sounded, and he took Hunter's arm and dragged him in his direction. "What did Irving say to you?"

"Nothing. Presumably the FIA's dinner was too boring for this guy." Hunter forced a smile.

Irving walked back on Shire's shoulders.

Shire dropped his arm and said dissatisfied, "You bastard! Playing the same set every year, do you think others don't know?"

"That's why I changed you! I don't know when new people will join?"

"I think you want me to be ugly?"

"Actually ... I took a picture of the confession you just made to Winston!"

"what?"

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: This pen seems to want it!

Winston: Are you sure?

Hunter: I'm sure!

Winston: I still have one. Come with me.

Hunter: OK ... Hey! Why are you hooking my sleeve with a pen!

Winston: Don't you?

Hunter: Why are you hooking my pants with a pen!

Winston: Don't you?

Hunter: Why are you hooking my underpants with a pen! Go away!