Could You Not Tease Me?

In front of a dune, the car almost swayed and rushed up.

Passengers in the car behind them had screamed, but Hunter and Winston did not respond at all.

This can hurt the self-esteem of the old driver. He turned a few corners on the dune in a thrilling manner, and every posture seemed to fall from a height.

"Hey, young man, aren't you scared at all?"

Hunter embarrassedly touched his nose: "Actually ... this is better than the centripetal force when turning Formula One ..."

"Both of you are driving F1?" Brother Brother asked in surprise.

"Yes!"

"Then this will be boring for you! In a while, you will drive a four-wheel drive sand dredger in person!"

"Really? I want to play with that!" Hunt's eyes lit up.

He was originally a kart driver, and it was so interesting to be able to drive a four-wheel drive in the desert!

"The young man who never laughs or speaks behind you, you have to learn from your friends and have hope for life!"

At this time, Winston said something in Arabic and the driver's brother laughed.

But Winston still had that look.

Hunt was dissatisfied and patted the front backrest: "Hey, what did my friend just say?"

"Haha, he said you look forward to life, he is full of expectations. So you are happy!"

Hunt looked skeptically at Winston.

The other party didn't explain anything.

Forget it, this happened more than once! Whatever Winston said, he wouldn't lose a piece of meat anyway.

The sand blast team took them to the camp.

Here, you can taste Arabic barbecue and play four-wheel washing sand.

Hunt rushed to the four-wheel drive without a word.

Winston just clutched his pocket and followed Hunt.

"Winston! Winston! Would you like to play together!"

"No need. When you sit up, you will find it less interesting than Formula 1." Winston said.

At this time, the young car fan came to Hunter: "Can I take a car with you? Formula 1 has no co-pilot, but this four-wheel drive can take two people! Do I play? Let me feel the skills of top drivers! "

"Me? The top driver?" Hunt pointed to himself and asked uncertainly.

"Yeah! You can compete against Winston and Shire. Of course you are a top driver!" The young man's expression was so sincere that Hunt's heart softened.

"Okay, I'll take you! But don't blame me if it rolls over, hahaha!"

Hunter smiled heartily and got into the driver's seat.

"Yes, what's your name?"

"My name is Merlin!"

"Then ... Merlin, fasten your seat belts!"

After the camp security officer popularized the four-wheel drive method and precautions for Hunter, Hunter drove away with ease.

Merlin also waved to her companion and said, "Don't forget to take a picture of me!"

Hunt ran wildly in the desert, and even the security guard looked startled.

"Slower! Brother slower!"

But Hunter couldn't hear it at all, and the more afraid Merlin yelled beside him, the happier he was.

Finally, five minutes later, Hunter drove the four-wheel drive back.

Mei Lin grabbed the door, her head stuck out, and she spit out completely.

Hunt was a little guilty at this point.

"That ... you ... are you okay?"

He patted Merlin's back to see this guy vomiting his bile, even more guilty. Gently stroking his back, thinking for a moment to ask him to boil hot water for the camp.

Merlin's friends also came to help him down.

Unexpectedly, in less than a minute, the young man was resurrected with blood.

"It's the first time I've experienced Formula One! It's amazing! I want to sit again!"

Hunter was dumbfounded: "You ... you vomited like that ... what about sitting again?"

"Can I take a photo with you?"

"Oh ... yes ..."

Merlin stood beside Hunt, and the two leaned on the four-wheel drive.

With fans present this time, Hunter didn't dare compare to scissors, but just supported the door with one hand, and didn't dare to show his teeth when he laughed.

You have to learn Winston!

Just as the girl who helped take pictures pointed the phone at them, Hunter only felt that there was something on her cheek, Merlin's cheek.

Hunter dodged subconsciously, and Merlin had let go.

"Thank you! I wish you good results in the US race!"

Merlin gave Hunter a big hug. Hunter was stiff like wood, and he didn't know what was going on.

Someone dragged him at this moment, dragged him away from Merlin's arms.

"Let's compare them." Winston's voice came.

Hunter exhaled inexplicably.

Although some fans and their vanity rose up straight, this feeling of being close to unfamiliar people still made Hunt feel twisted.

Suddenly thanked Winston for saving himself.

The two chose a car and chased through the desert.

That sense of speed and the dryness in the air are completely different from those on the track. There are no curves here, only one dune that seems to flow at any time.

Without the so-called rules, Hunter only felt arrogant.

He chased Winston, a big smile every time he approached his face.

When the car slipped down the dunes in parallel, Hunter extended his hand in the direction of Winston. What he didn't expect was that Winston also reached out and thought of him.

This sense of tacitness made Hunt feel very happy.

Five minutes were up and Hunter and Winston drove back.

As soon as he got out of the car, Hunter was spitting.

I laughed so much just now that I ate a mouthful of sand.

Winston opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Hunter: "Rinse."

"Thank you ..." Hunter didn't even dare to say anything, for fear he would swallow the sand if he accidentally swallowed it.

They returned to the camp and tasted the Arabian barbecue around the campfire.

A group of young people were giggling, and Merlin was very enthusiastic about delivering yakini to Hunter.

When Merlin passed Hunter to Hunt again, Hunt was about to pick it up, and Winston clasped his wrists.

"Sorry, it will be the US race in a few days. We ca n’t eat too much barbecue or something."

"Oh! I understand! Understand! I'm sorry, I didn't think too much!" Merlin guiltyly collected the barbecue back.

When the sunset shrouded this desert, the red was like a whole piece of blood, as if it were sacrificing to heaven and earth.

The Arab girl performed a dance, her waist was swaying flexibly, the sand team clapped her hands and paced, and Hunter's eyes were full of stars.

He leaned to the expressionless Winston and said, "Hey, I think Merlin should like you very much, otherwise you take a picture with him?"

"Just because he feeds you barbecue, do you think he likes me?"

Winston's voice was cold, like the moonlight in the desert at night.

"The reason for his enthusiasm for me is not that you are too cold, so you can only approach relatives and friends to get to know you ..."

"Then I tell you, he's been looking at you, not me, since we appeared."

"... You mean ... he's actually a fan of me?" Hunt scratched his head and showed a surprised expression. "Then why did he say to take a picture with you at first?"

"In order to lower your alertness, to make you think he was close to you for me."

"Ah?" Hunter didn't understand at all. "Is this impossible?"

"How many fans have you met and how many have I met?"

Winston asked.

It means that I have eaten more salt than you have eaten oat bread.

"Then if he is my fan ... just tell me directly, I have a good temper!"

It's not like you always look like a thousand miles away.

"Do you remember when you were in Austria, you said that you were worried that I would be **** by an abnormal fan on my way back to the hotel?"

"Did I say that?"

Hunt tilted his head, only to think that if Winston really encountered a metamorphosis, he would definitely be more abnormal than a metamorphosis.

"You still worry about yourself. You have the temperament to attract perverted fans."

"What-" Hunt narrowed his eyes.

Just then, Winston stood up, spoke a few words to the camp's head, and then tickled Hunter, meaning they should leave.

Sit down again, it will be at least twelve when you get back to the hotel.

As Hunter walked towards Winston, Merlin caught up.

"Well, may I ask for your e-mail? My friend took a video of you and Winston desert drag racing ... I want to send it to you."

Suddenly remembering what Winston had just said, Hunter's heart was inexplicably cold, although he felt it more like a delusion of victimization.

Hunter smiled smartly: "Leave it to you as a commemorative! I'll ride a car with this guy every year!"

After that, he waved to Merlin, followed Winston, got into the car, and left the camp.

The stars in the desert are bright at night, and the Milky Way is above.

Hunt tilted his head and admired it all.

"Actually, if only we could camp here."

"Stupid. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge. Stay here and you know it's cold."

"Oh ... what a pity." Hunter had a clever idea and suddenly thought of something. He leaned over his face, grabbed Winston's shoulder, and smiled slyly, "But there are other things to keep warm! "

"what?"

"Roll the sheets! Hahaha!"

"The desert is indeed a good place. You guys, regardless of southeast and northwest, take you into the desert to do whatever you want, and you certainly don't know where to go."

"..."

Hunter suddenly pulled his arms back.

How can this guy always have the ability to make good things so cruel.

Back at the hotel, Hunter dashed into the bathroom, this time he must enjoy the function of the bathtub.

Just as he was pouring water, Winston's voice came, "Don't forget to bring your clothes in."

Hunter was immediately unhappy.

Obviously, he wanted Winston to give him another dress, but he failed again!

He stepped out, packed his changed clothes, and brought them into the bathroom, not forgetting that he had a **** on the silhouette of Winston sitting on the sofa.

When he sat in the bathtub and studied the buttons, he found that the water in the bathtub snorted upwards like boiling for a while, and stopped for a while. The massage effect was not achieved at all.

Hunt had to shout, "Winston-Winston-"

"What? You slipped again?"

When Winston opened the door, his brow frowned.

"Why don't you lock the door every time you take a shower?"

"Ah ... I live alone every time ... I don't get into the habit of locking the door ... No, come over and help me see how to activate the massage function!"

Winston stood there, seemingly not going forward.

Hunter sat up out of the water, squinting his eyes and squinting his head at the buttons: "Come and help me!"

After two seconds of silence, Winston came over, leaning on the side of the bathtub with one hand, and turned his face to show no interest in Hunt's body.

"Lift your leg, you've got the button."

"Ah? What? The massage button is there!"

Hunter lifted his leg and reached the top of the bathtub. Winston reached out and clicked on the button to adjust the strength. At this time, Hunter's back felt a hit.

"Remember to let go of the heat when the water is getting cold."

When Winston stood up, his palms might be used to wanting to support the bathtub again, but he did not expect to be on Hunter's calf.

His palms were hot, and Hunter even wondered if it was an illusion.

When Winston left the bathroom and closed the door, Hunter suddenly thought of something.

Why would he put his legs on the bathtub, put his legs close together, lean to the other side and let the button out to Winston!

He looked at the door, only to find that the shadow of the frosted door seemed to be Winston leaning there?

And Winston leaning against the door raised his chin, closed his eyes, and drank hard.

He lifted his neckline of the t-shirt gently, as if he could breathe.

Two seconds later, he stood up and returned to the sofa.

The coat Hunter wore in the desert was left there casually, and Winston clutched the collar of the coat, shaking it hard, and the delicate sand fell like a shard of stars.

The tip of Winston's nose was close to the neckline of the jacket, closing his eyes as if feeling the breath of the owner of the jacket, and then hanging it back into the closet.

Hunter came out in his pajamas: "It's you! Winston, where are we going tomorrow?"

"Go nail the ring," Winston said.

"Huh? What?" Hunter remembered the joke he had played with the guy on the plane before the Abu Dhabi race.

"Stupid, go shopping. Now that you're here in Dubai, go sightseeing in Burj Khalifa. It's not interesting, though."

Winston entered the bathroom and closed the door.

"You've seen everything, but of course it's boring!"

Hunt went back to the sofa and thought about it.

He flipped open his cell phone and saw the message from Irving: Is it still pleasant to be at the water park today?

As soon as this is mentioned, Hunter is going to blow his hair: you jerk, you just want my swimming trunks to be washed out, and then go out in front of Winston!

Owen: Really washed out? Great! Did Winston see your cute little Hunter?

Hunter: Look at the fart! He went to find me swimming trunks!

Owen: Hahaha, how do you know that when he helped you find swimming trunks, you did not appreciate your little Hunter underwater?

As soon as that was said, Hunt's ears turned red.

He now understood what the unexpected purpose of Irving was.

He responded to each other: admire a fart! So many people! If Winston can see it, everyone can see it!

Owen: Anyway, Winston is not interested in Hunter anyway.

Hunter: So what is he interested in?

Owen: Hahaha, ask him!

Hunter rolled his eyes, can he still have a good chat?

Tomorrow's itinerary is to go to Dubai shopping mall, Dubai is a famous duty-free port, and things here are cheap. Hunt opened the webpage, thinking about what to buy tomorrow.

Although Marcus was very shy, he was still very good to himself. Hunter thought about buying him a tie?

There are also Shenchuan and Xiaoxi.

As long as Xiaoxi buys snacks, he will be very happy. As for Shen Chuan, Hunter really couldn't imagine what to buy for him.

After browsing the webpage for a while, Hunter suddenly realized why Winston hadn't come out yet.

Look at the time again, mom, it ’s a new record. It ’s been more than an hour!

Hunter came to the frosted glass door and called Winston's name: "Hey! I'll start it again!"

"I'm coming out."

Don't know why, Hunter thinks this guy's voice sounds weird.

Waiting another ten minutes, Hunter yawned against the bed before Winston came out.

"If you're sleepy, you can sleep first." Winston sat by the bed, setting his legs up.

This is Hunter's favorite place. He turned his face to the side without blinking his eyes.

"If you fall asleep, you won't see it."

Hunt subconsciously answered each other.

When he realized what he was saying, he was a little nervous, but immediately burst into a big smile: "I am also your fan!"

"Fool, tell me if you want to see it." Winston covered his quilt.

"If I want to see where, you will show me?" Hunter suddenly came to a spirit.

"No," Winston replied.

Hunt sighed, tearing the quilt uncomfortably, passing a roll, and turning his back to Winston.

But after thinking about it, the other party had just taken a shower, and was worried that Winston would catch cold, and pulled the quilt back again.

He soon fell asleep, squeezing past in a warm direction, and suddenly there was something wrapping him up, it was his familiar and reassuring breath, murmured "Hmm ..." The intensity surrounding him seemed to be tighter.

They slept until ten o'clock the next day.

When Hunt woke up in the morning, he found something in circles.

He froze for two seconds, and as soon as he raised his head, his nose hit Winston's chin.

"Ouch!"

Hunt was about to sit up. Only then did he realize that it was Winston who was holding him, and that his leg was on the other's waist, a posture of peace of mind.

"Put your legs down when you wake up," Winston said quietly.

Hearing such a voice early in the morning is really refreshing.

Hunt immediately lowered his legs and left Winston's embrace, and Winston woke up most of the time, looking at Hunt with his side on his cheek.

Hunt hurried to brush his teeth in the bathroom. When he spit out a toothpaste, Hunter suddenly realized that Winston was lying with him until 10 o'clock in the morning!

You know that Winston's life has always been very regular, and he often wakes up on time to run in the morning, but today he was lying in bed at ten o'clock!

It seems that the bad problem of lying in bed has also been transmitted to Winston?

Hunt hummed as he washed his face.

Today's trip is much easier than before, and I will fly back to the United States tonight.

Probably because these two days in Dubai were so happy with Winston, Hunter couldn't bear to leave.

After they had a simple breakfast, they went to Dubai Mall.

This is a comprehensive and oversized shopping mall, which is considered a women's shopping paradise, but Hunter is not interested in much.

They went to look at the men's clothing, and under the guidance of Winston's taste, Hunter bought an Armani leather jacket and Versace jacket.

"But think about it, we spend most of our time flying around and participating in competitions ..."

"But November to February is your own time."

"Okay, you have physical exercises and test drives ..."

At the end of this season, Shen Chuan and Xiao Xi will definitely study the new car ... Ah no, it should be to perform wind tunnel tests and car tests. The design of the new car must have been made long ago.

"I'll send some t-shirts to Shen Chuan, what do you think? T-shirts are comfortable to wear, and I don't think he likes wearing shirts like other engineers."

"Yes, these t-shirts are of good quality. He should feel comfortable."

"But the size ... he's an Oriental, and he seems thinner ..." Hunt looked at Winston.

"What are you looking at me for? I don't know his size."

"I thought you had good eyesight! Don't you always see what size I wear?"

"I hugged you, but I didn't hug him." After Winston said, he turned to the other side of the counter.

After hunting for two seconds, Hunt smiled unconsciously.

They strolled again and came to the door of Vacheron Constantin.

Winston clutched his pockets and stood in front of the shop window looking at a watch for a few seconds before passing by the door. Hunter followed him with a glance.

I have heard of Vacheron Constantin for a long time, and Hunter also knew that Winston's quality of life must be worn to such a degree. He glanced at the watch that Winston was standing in front of the window. Smooth and elegant like a gentleman, it really fits Winston's temperament.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Why do you say I have the temperament to attract Bt fans?

Winston: I am also a fan deeply attracted to you.

Hunter: Really? So proud!

Winston: And I definitely Bt.