Could You Not Tease Me?

"That ... I can go back by myself."

Winston moved his phone and just came to the insurance company when he wanted to say something.

Hunt finished his work, watched his car be towed away, exhaled, and turned his face to the side, only to find Winston still waiting for himself.

Under the street light, his figure is beautiful and very lonely.

"Come on." He opened the door for Hunt.

Hunt squeezed his ears: OK, Shichai went home in a genius car.

The night breeze came and Hunter closed his eyes. He was curious how Winston drove, how to control the clutch, and how to turn the steering wheel.

His driving is smooth, and parking or steering at the intersection is comfortable.

This comfort made Hunt wonder why.

"You drive like this ... it really doesn't look like a racer ..."

Winston turned his face to the corner of his lips, "Do you want to try it?"

This is the first time Hunt has seen such a clear smile. It was like a finger making a circle in his body, and the heart and brain were entangled in the whirlpool, but the other side pulled away calmly.

Breathing secretly, Hunter finally understood why Winston never showed even a little smile in front of the media, not only murdered Phil, but also tried to drive the people who saw him to death!

"This is the city, and Ferrari can't hold it ..." Hunt shrugged.

"Then go to a place where you can get up."

Winston turned the steering wheel and ran towards the suburbs.

"Hey! Where do you want to go?"

"Are you afraid of me?" The other side gave him a cool look.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I will take you somewhere and be locked in a dark place. No one but you will see me except for me."

His voice was still so cold, but there was something burning frantically in that cold.

There was no expression on his face, and all the smiles just now became hallucinations, indifferent to cruel.

Unconsciously swallowing, Hunt reached out to confirm the door.

"I'm locked. You can jump, but at the current speed, you are more likely to fall to death than falling from the tenth floor." Winston calmly turned.

The surrounding lights were getting darker and there was almost no traffic.

Winston looked like he was going to perform a gentle murder, and he was his prey.

Hunter knows it's impossible for the other to kill himself ... but what if Winston is really an abnormal killer?

Two days ago, I seemed to have read in the newspaper that some teenagers had been abandoned in the suburbs and had multiple fractures on their bodies ...

"Do you like me to be gentle or rough?" His voice was soft, like a whisper of a lover.

But like the omen of death, it is extremely dangerous.

Hunt opened his mouth, his spine was cold, and this cold was like freezing his tongue, speechless.

"Why not answer me, darling, don't you expect anything?"

The car was getting faster and faster, and no one was around. Hunt's sense of crisis was stronger than ever.

He was assessing whether he might flee the car.

For example, stun Winston, take control of the steering wheel, then kick him off the car and drive home by himself!

Do not be silly! When a racer makes a turn, the gravitational force plus the average weight of the helmet is 24 kilograms, and Winston's neck is absolutely strong. How can he stun him from this distance?

"Why not answer me?" His voice was softer than before.

"I ... I ..." Hunt opened his mouth vigorously, trying to say even a word that could stabilise this well-dressed neurosis, but he couldn't say a word.

Oh shit! Usually good! How can you be speechless at the critical moment!

"What kind of handcuffs do you like?"

"..."

Handcuffs? What a ghost!

"What about the whip? Would you prefer a thicker one or a thinner one?"

When Winston asked such words with his voice without emotion, it was like an invisible hand that clasped his heartbeat, and inexplicably let Hunter's blood sink.

To stun him, you must stun him!

"You don't speak, I don't know how to care for you." Winston's lips were raised high, but Hunter felt that there was something in his head that was about to explode.

I don't need your love!

Which of your nerves is wrong!

"Why don't you still speak?"

"I ... feel ... your joke ... it's not funny at all." Hunter almost exhausted his whole body before rolling his stiff tongue.

You can't stutter, you can't let the other person hear that they will stutter as soon as they are nervous.

"Really scared you?"

The car stopped and Winston looked at Hunt with his steering wheel.

The cold and **** smile just disappeared, but there was an obvious narrowing in his eyes.

At this moment, Hunter was 100% sure Winston was playing himself.

"Of course I wasn't scared. I just thought you were outrageous."

The mood calmed down, the tongue also relaxed, and the vocal cords naturally spoke.

"You do," Winston said.

It was not determined, but it made him feel that he was presenting an objective fact.

"I do not have."

Hunt looked at Winston with a very candid look.

If you guys dare to ask me if I have stuttered just now, I will hit you with amnesia!

"Haven't you seen The Murder?" Winston asked.

"what?"

"a movie."

"what?"

"We have arrived."

"Where have you been?"

"A place for drag racing."

Hunt found himself unable to keep up with Winston's thinking.

Because thinking and reaction are turning too fast, can I always create peak results in the Grand Prix?

Hunt followed Winston's gaze and found that they had come to a closed runway.

"This is Ferrari's test drive in the suburbs of New York."

Uh ... the big team is ho!

Winston opened the door with a bluetooth card, and they opened in.

"Hey, is this okay?" Hunt was a little worried.

Winston is from Ferrari, but he is not.

"Just the two of us, or are you worried what I will do to you here?"

Here again, here again!

This kind of non-nutritive joke is completely different from what he did at the media conference and even on the F1 field!

"Are you really Vann Winston?" Hunt asked, tilting his head.

"I'm."

"Then do you know if I recorded what you said with a recording pen ..."

"If you need, I can bring you next time."

"I think you still want to be a man who is unsmiling and silent like a sculpture."

"Okay, next time." Winston drove the car to where the starting point was marked on the test track.

"Hey, are you really racing here?"

"You're not curious, how much speed will make Ferrari super run out of the cylinder?"

Hunt clasped his head: "Do you know your man has collapsed?"

"That's what I was."

"Okay ... you're willing to let your Ferrari burst, I don't mind ..."

Hunter's voice had just fallen, and when Winstonley landed to shift gears, the engine roared and the sports car rushed out frantically.

Hunter's back almost didn't bump into the back of the chair.

An F1 race is equivalent to more than fifty roller coasters.

Hunter wouldn't be scared by reason, but when Winston sped up on the straight straight, Hunt's face would almost stick to the window after entering the curve.

It was the reverse turn, and Hunter couldn't help leaning in Winston's direction, his head pressing on the opponent's shoulder.

As if entering the time tunnel, Hunter found that the entire test lane was not lit at all, relying on Ferrari's lights and Winston's reaction!

Without a heat shield and helmet, the wind wrinkled Hunter's face with the force to destroy everything, making breathing difficult.

This way of driving a sports car, the pursuit is not the speed of the cylinder, but self-destruction!

When Hunter glanced at the dashboard, his heart was about to burst, because their speed was already faster than Ferrari's announced sports car speed.

Only after three laps did Winston let the car slow down, and when the sports car stopped, Hunter was there, motionless.

"What are you thinking?" The originator was calm.

Hunt didn't speak.

He really thought their final outcome would be to run off the runway, crash into the buffer zone, and be crushed by the airbag.

"Don't be nervous. It's impossible to run faster than F1." Winston unfastened his seat belt, supported the seat with one hand, and leaned in the direction of Hunter.

At this point, Hunter finally understood that when Winston was driving in the city, the smoothness and smoothness was called "security."

The unrestrained pursuit of speed on the test track is called "crazy".

He didn't understand how one person could combine these two qualities at the same time.

Winston's hair was messy at this time, his bow tie had been torn open, hanging lazily, and the neckline was open.

Unruly ... This is an adjective flashing in Hunt's mind at this time.

"Take a deep breath. Think about your control of the brain reaching the tip of your tongue. Tell me now, are you scared?"

Winston's voice was gentle and gentle.

"I'm not afraid."

In his voice, Hunter seemed to have found himself.

"If you are not afraid, what are you thinking now?"

"... My hairstyle ... is it finished?"

Winston raised his chin slightly, and Hunter could clearly feel the guy laughing.

He ran his fingers across Hunter's ears, gently smoothing his hair.

"it's good now."

That intimacy at the banquet reappeared.

Hunt felt that he must have known each other long ago. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember.

"Hey-you bastard, you didn't even turn on the lights in the test drive lane! What if we rush out!"

"I've driven countless times on this test track."

This means that closing your eyes will not crash.

"……Ok."

"The same goes for Formula 1.

"what?"

"You stretched yourself too tight during the game."

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Can one be gentle and rude to another?

Winston: Of course you can-kiss you tenderly, and land on you rudely.