Could You Not Tease Me?

"Owen is just my friend. We are all racers ... we often exchange experiences together, and I will listen to him talk about other drivers. I don't know what causes you to misunderstand me and Owen ... It's that relationship. "

"Lying! Why did you lie to me! I obviously saw you kissing!" Merlin was excited again.

The blood on Jonny's forehead also fell into his eyes and fell down with tears.

"I'm kissing Irving? It's impossible!" Hunt was completely stunned, where did Merlin see it?

Isn't this guy paranoid?

"I took it! I took it all!" Merlin took out her phone and threw it to Hunter. "The password is your birthday! See for yourself!"

Hunter didn't expect Merlin to even know his birthday, apparently his birthday this year passed without anyone remembering it.

The feeling that only Bt fans remembered his birthday was too subtle.

When he turned on his mobile phone, the screen opened the window to see the scenery when he first arrived in Singapore.

It turned out that Merlin had followed him since he arrived in Singapore on the first day!

"You can see the nineteenth photo in the album clearly! You tell me what you are doing!" Merlin growled.

Heng's photo album is full of his photos. He and Shen Chuan ate at the restaurant. He communicated with Shen Xi about the suspension system. He and the PR manager determined the time of the media interview ... Every one was him.

The nineteenth shot was exactly the first time Hunter went to Irving's room, and the guy opened the door around a bath towel.

Standing at the door, I was just dragged by Irving, leaning forward, and Irving's face was just blocked by Hunter's head. From this perspective ... Isn't kissing a gaze game?

Hunt himself thought it was kissing!

"We didn't kiss. I can't kiss him. Irving likes to play tricks. It's just a joke with him."

"This is not a kiss, so what do you tell me about the photos behind me? Don't tell me you are playing a roll sheet game!"

Hunter slid backwards, and the photos made him stand up.

The picture was taken from the window of Irving's room.

Hunt was sitting on Irving's waist, grabbing Irving's arm, pressing him on the bed, lowering his head, and obviously about to kiss.

The next picture was that Irving turned over to tease and said something to Hunter, and Hunter was still pressing his picture, which was really ambiguous and blushing. So intimate, it's like grinding ears beforehand.

Behind him was hunched around Owen's waist, and Owen lay on the bed to teach him how to break free. It's just that they are blocked by the windowsill. From this perspective, it really looks like it's done.

And Hunter remembered that he had been studying in Irving's room that night for more than an hour!

Lawrence Owen! Why don't you **** know how to draw curtains!

What is he going to explain now! how to explain!

"Don't you see that we are all wearing clothes? Have you ever seen roll-up sheets dressed in clothes? You say my fans, do you think of me that way?" Hunt decided to look scared in front of Merlin, It's better to be stiff, so that it seems that there is really nothing between him and Irving.

Merlin was there, and the dagger in his hand was put down. He was really calmed by what Hunter said.

Hunter kept gesticulating Jonny, hoping that he would flee now, who knew that the scam would not even move, and obediently hosted Merlin there.

Hunt scolded Marcus in his heart.

It's not good to send anyone, but to let such a guy who can't even run to "protect" him!

"So ... so what are you doing?" Merlin really seemed to have five points to believe what Hunter had said.

"We're stretching each other and stretching our joints. You chased me for so long, don't you know that the riders often have to maintain the flexibility of their joints?" Hunter said. This is just that he has a bad personality and likes to make jokes like this. "

Hunter now understood that the man who threw dead cockroaches on Irving's bed and sent him **** chicken feet was Merlin.

If you think about it, Owen deserves it.

"Will you give me the knife?" Hunter approached Merlin and reached out to him.

"No! You're lying to me!" Merlin looked at Hunt alertly.

"I don't. I don't like Lawrence Owen at all ..."

Just then, a knock came.

Mei Lin's whole body shook and suddenly he clenched his dagger again.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I'll see who it is."

Hunter was about to approach the door, and Merlin shouted, "No!"

The knock on the door didn't stop.

Winston's voice came: "Hunt, are you inside?"

Hunt froze. It turned out to be Winston.

"Hunt, I won't answer your call. Are you in there?" Winston's special sound quality calmed Hunter.

It should be that Merlin just broke his mobile phone, so Winston's phone couldn't come in.

Merlin stared at Hunter, shook her head, and signaled that Hunter would not speak.

But within two seconds, Jonny's phone rang.

Don't look, Hunter knows it was Winston.

Jonny's cell phone ringer was laddygaga, and the sound shook Hunter's shoulder. He wasn't sure Winston could hear it outside the door.

"Let me go to the door. If he doesn't answer now, he will go to the front desk to open the door." Hunter answered.

"You ... you want to run away!"

"Run away? Why should I run away? You say to yourself that you have been chasing me, you have been trying to comfort me, you have been supporting and encouraging me ... but you do n’t even know who my favorite person is? You doubt me Assistant, you doubt the driver I know, but you don't even know who I like best! "

Hunt snorted.

"You ... who is the person you like? You kill him without telling me!" Merlin tightened Jonny's neck, and Jonny had to endure a cough.

Hunter was silent. He knew that the more Merlin wanted to know who the person he liked was, the less likely he was to kill Jonny. He would take Merlin to himself step by step.

"I don't want him to know. He will tell the owner of the team and then you will never see me again, I will just tell you."

Hunt waved at Merlin.

Merlin was in there. He was thinking about the hint in Hunt's words.

Hunter knew that his chance was only a moment, otherwise Merlin realized that he had been deceived and probably did not care about anything except revenge.

Merlin let go of Jonny and said to him fiercely: "Don't move, I throw this knife out and pierce your head!"

Jonny had been dizzy, he held his head and sat down against the wall.

Hunter opened his arms, and Hao's undefended appearance seemed to want to embrace Merlin.

This temptation made Merlin's eyes look happy.

He stepped towards Hunter step by step, came to Hunter's half-arm, and looked at Hunter with anticipation: "Tell me ... who is that person ..."

"That man is ..." Hunter leaned towards Merlin, as if to speak in his ears.

Suddenly, his fingers caught Merlin's tiger's mouth with a dagger, and he shoved in with the force of crushing his fingers.

"Ah-" Merlin yelled, but didn't know what kind of obsession, he refused to put down the dagger at all, and even slammed into Hunt.

Hunt pressed his shoulders, twisted his arms with a thunderbolt, raised his knees and hit his back, Jony didn't see what was happening, only saw Hunt overwhelming Merlin On the ground, and his dagger fell into the distance.

"How can you do this to me! How can you lie to me! How dare you lie to me! I love you so much! Anything can be done for you!" Merlin's eyes went red, struggling angrily on the ground.

Joni has never seen such a scene.

"Jony! Let Winston come in! Now! Immediately!" Hunter roared at Jony, and Jony finally woke up.

He got up shaking, came to the door, groped for a long time, and finally opened the door.

Winston saw Jony covered with blood, and strode in immediately.

"Winston!" Hunt looked up at the man.

Winston's arrival eased Hunter a little. He suddenly turned over, knocked Hunter down, grabbed the dagger, and turned to Hunter.

Hunt watched that bright and sharp tip getting closer and closer to his lower abdomen, and only heard the sound of "afraid", Winston didn't know when he came to Hunter's side, and directly held Merlin's wrist, His hand broke in the reverse direction.

There was no muddy water, his side was as cold as a cliff.

Hunter saw the undisguised killing in the man's eyes for the first time.

"Ah-ah-" Merlin yelled frantically, and Hunt wondered if Winston had broken his arm.

"I'll kill you! Kill you!" Merlin's teeth trembled, and another uninjured hand picked up the fallen dagger, but was snatched away by Winston.

"Jony, call the police." Winston's cold voice became the clearest being in the space.

Jonny woke up from a dream and crawled to his cell phone to make a call.

"He's the one who tracks you secretly?" Winston glanced down at Hunter.

"Ah ... um." Hunt swallowed and nodded.

Winston stretched out his hand and pulled Hunter firmly.

He squatted down in front of Merlin: "You took so many pictures of him because you were obsessed with him?"

This man has a handsome face, and his indifference carries a sense of lethal strength.

"I love him ... but he loves others ..." Mei Lin's tears fell.

Hunt didn't understand the madness, but he was inexplicably upset.

"Oh, who does he love?"

"Lawrence Owen! That superficial guy! He was bewildered by his face! It must be so!" Merlin started hysterical again.

"You're a lunatic ... but I'm crazy than you. I don't allow anyone other than me to fall in love with Evan Hunt, and I can't stand the possibility that he will look after others."

Merlin was in there.

A few seconds later, he finally came to his senses: "It's you ... it's you ..."

"Yes, if you really pay attention to him, how can you not find out who is sleeping in his arms every night, who is he kissing every time?" Winston's voice was cruel.

It was the first time that Hunter had met such a Winston, and he had pierced all unrealistic expectations and fantasies, leaving no room for it.

"Winston ..." Hunt walked towards Winston with some worry.

"Kiss me, Hunter." Winston turned his face to look at Hunter, his voice was still very light, but with the meaning of command.

Hunt lowered his head and kissed Winston's lips. He opened his lips, but did not stick out his tongue. Hunter wanted to lift his head, but Winston bit his lower lip. Hunter could only stick the tip of his tongue in, and the moment he touched it It's a sucking possession.

"Ah-" Merlin's roar echoed in the room.

Winston suddenly picked up the dagger and slammed hard between Merlin's legs, fiercely and absolutely.

Merlin was stupid there, the blade of the dagger just cut his pants, and he would see blood in the slightest.

Hunt's heart was about to come out, but his hands were clenched by Winston.

"From this moment on, you can no longer think of Evan Hunt, you can no longer try to spy on him, you cannot appear in front of him in the name of any so-called follower and love. Because if you can't do it, I will kill you."

There was no ups and downs in Winston's voice, and the air was suddenly filled with cold water, compressed and condensed at a trembling moment.

Merlin stared blankly at Winston.

"I'm his only man." Winston stood up, looking down at Merlin.

He seemed to be born strong, and nothing was above him.

Everything Merlin did was like a farce in his eyes, weak and ridiculous.

He sat in place and wept.

Hotel security and police arrived and dragged Merlin off the ground.

Hunt looked at Winston, and he completely shattered Merlin's self-esteem and hope.

Winston turned around and was about to talk to the police, but something kicked on his toes. The moment he bent down, Hunter immediately realized that it was Merlin's phone!

"Winston!" Hunt rushed up, and before his finger touched the edge of the phone, he was raised by Winston. He pinched Hunt down with one hand, and opened the album with the other finger. It was a picture of Irving lying on the bed, with Hunter holding his waist.

Hunter could clearly see Winston's pupil tremble.

"You listen to me! That was a sneak shot! We are all wearing clothes! Not rolling the sheets!" Hunter explained in a hurry.

Winston didn't say a word, always held his phone up, and looked up to see the photos inside.

"Don't watch it! Don't watch it!" Hunt thought he couldn't wash himself this time jumping into the Yellow River.

"So what?" Winston turned his wrists, and it turned out that the picture of Irving opening the door around Hunter around the towel and the two "kissing".

Hunter is really about to cry.

"We are not kissing!"

Hunt felt darker and darker.

"Really? I didn't even say you rolled the sheets with him or kissed." Winston looked at Hunt, and his eyes reminded him of the first time this guy thought of himself.

The clothes on him seemed to be burned, his bones were crushed, and everything was swallowed up by the other party.

"Sir, this phone is evidence and we need to take it back."

The police signaled Winston to give them the phone.

Winston nodded and handed the phone out.

Hunter could finally breathe out.

At this time, Marcus and Shen Chuan arrived, and Marcus hugged Hunter.

"Shit! Scared me! Fortunately you're fine! Fortunately you're fine!"

Marcus patted Hunter's back hard, which moved Hunter.

His concern is sincere and has nothing to do with his interests. To him, Hunter was like watching the grown-up child with his own eyes. Anything that would make him sad.

Shen Chuan looked at the blood on the ground, her face changed, and she was relieved to see that Hunter didn't look injured.

The ambulance also arrived, and **** Jonny was sent away.

It is estimated that many media already know that a well-known young driver was almost killed by crazy fans.

Tomorrow the police station also asked them to go out and explain the whole thing.

"Fortunately, the free practice session is the day after tomorrow, hoping to solve it all at once." Hunt sighed.

"Reporters should be here soon. Mr. Marcus, if you don't mind, I want Hunter to be with me tonight," Winston said.

"Oh, of course ... that's okay. Those reporters will soon investigate the rooms reserved by the convoy, and then block the door. It will be difficult to sleep well."

"Okay, I'll take Hunt directly to the police station tomorrow morning."

Hunt opened his mouth, how did he feel like he was sold again?

"Well ... I still don't bother Winston, or book a room in another hotel!" Hunter hurriedly said.

He had a hunch that Winston wouldn't let him go so easily.

Those photos will really kill him!

Hunter still remembers every word that Winston said to Merlin, and was shocked at the time, but at this time he was very interested.

Winston will definitely have time to settle accounts!

"Well, that's fine. I'll accompany you to other hotels now."

Winston opened the closet and packed up what Hunter often wore.

He successfully blocked Hunter's mouth, so that Hunter was separated from other teammates.

"Indeed, it's easier to avoid right and wrong in another hotel." Even Shen Chuan agreed.

Hunt looked at Shen Chuan: Brother ... Do you want me to die?

"Let's call you when we get to the hotel."

Winston nodded to Marcus.

"Then Hunter troubles you. People in our team should have watched Hunter ... but you also saw the situation of Jonny. Maybe being with you really makes Hunter more secure. "Marcus sighed, looking like he was going to temporarily keep his sweetheart to a very fair and honest friend.

Hey! Hey! I'm insecure with this guy!

My heart was screaming, but I couldn't say it.

Hunter's pitiful look made Marcus mistakenly think he was still scared by Bt fans.

"Okay, Hunter ... I will hire a bodyguard for you after this race!" Marcus and Hunter embraced again.

After this race? I may be dead!

"Let's go." Winston tugged Hunter's wrist slightly and pulled him out of the room.

When he entered the elevator, Hunter immediately lowered his head and explained with a head of thought: "I really have no meaning to Lawrence Owen! You saw that photo like a kissing is just a matter of angle! You watch a movie You also know about borrowing, right? That's an effect with borrowing! "

"Really? Is his lips soft?" Winston asked coolly.

Hunter froze, meaning that he just didn't hear Winston's explanation?

Still listening, but still embarrassing him?

At this time, the elevator door opened, and Winston walked away with long legs.

Hunter wanted to press the elevator door at that moment, and then go to another floor while Winston was out.

Who knew Winston turned around and held the switch, raised his chin and said, "Not yet out?"

"Out……"

The two walked out of the hotel.

The police cars were gone, and the world was as quiet as if nothing had happened.

A few hundred meters away from this hotel, there is another hotel in good condition.

Hunt's luggage was on Winston's shoulder, and there were very few pedestrians on the road. The other person reached back directly, fastened his wrist, and pulled him forward.

The meaning of Winston is very clear, that is, absolutely no chance for Hunt to escape.

"You haven't answered me yet, is Irving's lips soft?"

"I have never been there before. How can I know!"

"So where do you like him? Is it his eyes?"

Several cars passed by Winston, and the lights seemed to cut him off.

"I didn't like him." Hunt was distressed.

Merlin would be crazy to see those photos, and Winston would definitely be sad if he wouldn't see them like Merlin.

"So why are you with him? It's because I've always wanted to come to you and scare you, but does Irving make you want to do something?"

Hunter knew that Winston was referring to the picture of himself pinching Irving's waist.

"We're just arguing! I'm not like any man! I ... I ..." Hunt stopped.

Winston, who held him, also stopped, but didn't look back.

"What are you?"

"I just think your eyes look good, I just look at you without blinking ... When have you ever seen me staring at Lawrence Owen's face for more than thirty seconds?"

"So what are you doing?" Winston asked.

Hunter froze and couldn't tell Winston how he was practicing with Irving so he wouldn't be overwhelmed?

Winston knew that Hunter wouldn't answer the question, but turned around and pulled him forward.

Hunt lowered his head and clasped Winston's hand.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the hotel, and Winston checked in and took Hunter into the elevator.

Both have been quiet.

Just as the elevator door was about to open, Winston was about to step out, and Hunter suddenly pulled the other back.

He kissed Winston with his face turned, without any skill, without any thought, he just wanted to feel the temperature of this man, and the softness of his lips.

Winston froze. He didn't push Hunter away, but didn't open his mouth.

Hunter knew he was still angry, the tip of his tongue was sliding between his lips, licking and kissing, the elevator door was about to close, Winston suddenly pushed open Hunter, raised his hand to hold the elevator door that was about to close, and pulled Hunter went out.

At that moment, Hunter was disappointed.

Winston was really angry.

For the first time, he made him angry.

But ... if Winston had seen a similar picture himself, he would be angry too! Even if Winston didn't do anything, he would still be angry.

Think of it this way, Hunter feels extremely sinful.

The card identification sounded, the door opened, and Winston threw Hunter's luggage to the ground without saying a word.

Hunt bent down to pick up his luggage, all he thought was how to make Winston angry.

But before his fingertips touched the bag, he was stunned by the opponent.

"temperature……"

Winston's palm clasped Hunter's back, his lips pressed down with astonishing momentum. He squeezed into Hunter's lips irresistibly, as if to destroy everything between his lips and teeth.

"Hmm ..." Hunt wanted to raise his hand to hug each other, but Winston thought it was a sign of rejection, and folded his arms sharply behind him.

He kept kissing him, forcing him to step back, step by step, until his calf pressed against the edge of the bed.

Winston strengthened by the downward pressure of the kiss, Hunter looked up, he wanted to respond to the other side, but was completely crushed by the other's tongue.

He opened his eyes and saw Winston's tight brows, his kiss did not mean he didn't care, on the contrary, he was sad.

Hunt fell back on the bed, and Winston finally let go of Hunter's backhand and pinned him down.

Winston's kiss followed, messy and depressed, and even the moment of moving the tip of his tongue seemed as if there was nothing to say.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Don't be angry! What do I do so you do n’t get angry?

Winston: Hey.

Hunter: OK! Get up, kiss!

Winston: Turned around and shivered.

Hunter: ... Can you still fall in love!