Could You Not Tease Me?

He returned to the passenger seat of the Ferrari.

The cold air diffused the alcohol in his body, and he obviously felt that his brain was becoming more and more awake, but when Winston sat on the bar and looked at his smile, once he thought of it, he felt blood rushing.

"Damn...YOURULEME...couldn't be poisonous!"

The driver's door was pulled open, and Winston took a long leg and sat in.

"What is poisonous?"

You are poisonous, bastard.

"It's nothing. Suddenly I feel a little sleepy."

"What time is the flight tomorrow?"

"Three o'clock in the afternoon."

"What about you?"

"I'll fly there before you."

"That...in the back alley of the bar...you forgot about it?"

"Forget what? Is it your breathing? Or your trembling? Or have you been stuck?"

Hunter rolled his eyes towards the sky: "Forget all of them! Or break up the relationship!"

"Then break up."

"..."

The feeling of heart block multiplied.

Winston drove the car back to the hotel.

The two walked into the elevator together.

Hunter put his pocket in his pocket and lowered his head. The moment the elevator door opened, he pressed the door and said, "Today...thank you!"

"Hunter, if you fear something, not touching it doesn't mean you've overcome it."

When the elevator doors closed, Hunter understood why Winston took him to the Warehouse Bar.

He had already seen through himself.

Winston was telling him that all that ruined people, even the alcohol that ruined his father, his family, was nothing more than that.

Hunter lowered his head and smiled: "I'm not like you, I was born strong and fearless."

"Hunter."

"Ok?"

"I'm not 'born strong and fearless.'"

"Thank you for your modesty." Hunter smiled.

"Just because of you."

There was a slight smile on Winston's lips.

"what?"

"Good night."

The elevator doors just closed.

Back in the room, Hunter fell asleep and fell asleep.

Probably because of drinking, his head was heavier than usual.

Half asleep, half awake, he felt that he wanted to go to the bathroom, and when he opened his eyes, he had just adjusted to the darkness when he suddenly realized that someone was right in front of him.

The other party put his hands on his pillow and looked down at him.

"Wen...Wen..." Hunter's throat seemed to be locked again, unable to speak normally.

But the other party turned his face sideways and pressed down suddenly, his lips were like falling sky, blocking everything about Hunter.

His kissing and sucking are like a storm passing by, leaving nothing behind.

Mingming was terrified, but ruled him ideologically, making him unable to struggle and taking away everything from him, including breathing.

A bell rang, and Hunter opened his eyes suddenly, and bright sunlight leaked through the gap in the curtains.

The breath stuck in his throat can finally be exhaled.

Gasping for breath, he suddenly realized that the Winston who had appeared in his room was just a dream.

"Fuck... what kind of dream is this!" Hunter grabbed his hair into a bird's nest.

Such an expression, such a thing could not belong to Winston!

Hunter immediately drove all those imaginary pictures out of his head.

"If Winston finds out about it, he might even take out my bones!"

The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes!

The phone was still ringing over and over again.

An assistant's voice sounded outside the door: "Hunter! Hunter, are you in the room!"

Hunter quickly replied: "I am! I am!"

"Why don't you answer the phone! I thought something happened to you!"

Hunter picked up the phone and saw that Marcus' name was flashing, and he murmured "Not good" in his heart.

Sure enough, Marcus was going crazy.

"Evan Hunt—what the hell is going on with you! Not only did you not get up for breakfast in the morning! You didn't plan to eat lunch? Did you think of yourself as a race car driver! Did you think of your body as a car driver? One thing!"

Hunter's head felt like it was about to explode.

"Sorry. I just felt very tired, so I fell asleep..."

"Don't think I don't know what you did last night!" Marcus was really angry.

"what?"

Did he know that Winston had taken him to the bar?

"You are fooling around with Donald from the Sauber team! You have to know, the other party has absolutely bad intentions! He is going to use wine and women to break your will! It consumes your energy!"

Fortunately...he didn't know...it was Winston who had broken his will with wine and women.

"Oh……"

"Oh? You're with me? Get out of here and have lunch right away!"

"Yes!" Hunter immediately pressed the phone away, washed his hands as quickly as possible, and then rushed to the elevator door.

The diet of race car drivers is strictly controlled.The act of not having breakfast...is very inappropriate.If you don't even eat lunch, it is disrespectful to the nutritionist.

When the elevator door opened, he saw Donald.

"Yo-Hunter!"

"Hi..." Hunter raised his hand in greeting.

There were still red marks on Donald's neck, and he seemed to have had a good time last night.

"How were you last night?" Donald asked.

"Me? I'm okay..."

You guy left me and went to pick up girls by yourself, so you have the nerve to come and ask me if I'm okay.

"I mean... Winston didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"Huh?" The name made Hunter's heart skip a beat for no reason.

"My teammate said that not long after the two of us left, he was stopped by Winston just as he was coming back from dinner."

"what?"

"This is the first time my teammate has spoken to Winston. He said that Winston's aura is so strong that his voice is so cold that it would freeze him into a big popsicle."

"Oh." Hunter suddenly realized that in front of him, Winston had never been as cold as he was to other people.

Wait, the point should be what is Winston doing with Donald's teammates?

"So my teammates tremblingly told Winston where the two of us were fooling around." Donald patted Hunter on the shoulder very apologetically.

So... Isn't it a coincidence that I ran into Winston when I was flirting with girls outside the bar?

No... When did I fool around with that guy Donald!

"Where did you provoke him?" Donald asked a little curiously.

"Annoyed who?"

"Van Winston! No hatred, he would ask my teammates where have you been like that?"

"If I really have a grudge against him, can I still live till now?"

"That's true. Then he must love you very much, and he can't bear you to flirt outside, so he went to battle himself!" Donald joked shamelessly.

But Hunter showed a serious expression, looked behind Donald and said, "Winston...why are you here?"

Donald turned around in horror to find nothing.Looking back, I met Hunter's smiling face with his stomach in his arms.

"Stinky boy, you are courting death!"

"Hey... If you have the ability, you can say in front of Winston, 'You must love Evan Hunter to death'!"

"Fuck you!" Donald gave Hunter a middle finger and left.

In the restaurant, facing Hunter sat Maddie.

His face still looked like he had eaten fly droppings.

I heard that his ankle will not be able to participate in the British race.

This made Hunter secretly happy.

"Don't think I don't know you're proud." Maddie said sternly.

ah?You know this as well?I've obviously restrained myself very well!

"Didn't you read the other professional reviews? You were unexpected, but like a gambler at the end of the road. No one thought you could play consistently."

"Thank you for telling me. I will pay attention." Hunter nodded, carefully rolled up the pasta and put it in his mouth.

"At Silverstone, you're going to be a piece of shit again. Vane Winston can't save you."

Hunter gripped his fork tightly.

I'm shit, and it's okay because I'm shit.

But why did you involve Winston?

"What if I can still get No.6?" Hunter raised his eyes and looked at McGrady.

"You? Silverstone? Stop kidding."

"What's wrong?" Hunter asked coldly.

"It has very long straights and high-speed corners. If you want to run well on this track, you need first-class technology and racing cars. Although our racing cars also use Ferrari engines, our matching power units are not as good as Get on a big team! And there are many accidents at Silverstone, so be careful not to break your leg!" McGrady said with a cold snort.

"Then thank you for telling me. Now what I ask is, what if I can still get No.6?" Hunter continued to ask.

Maddie suddenly felt that his eyes were a little scary.

"what do you want?"

"It's very simple. You can laugh at me as much as you want in the future. You can laugh at me. But don't mention Van Winston again."

Yes, as far as he is concerned, he is an old stutterer.Maybe not usually, but he really couldn't speak when he was excited.So McGrady laughed at him as a stutter, which was fine for him.

Abusing his parents...it's really not a big deal, they're gone.For people who are no longer in this world, they can't hear what McGrady says.

But Van Winston was different.

How can a man who stands tall with his strength be insulted by others because of himself?

McGrady looked at Hunter, and this time it was his turn that he was speechless.

"Yes, or not?" Hunter asked back.

"...Yes, if you really have that ability!"

Marcus frowned and walked over: "Hey! You two! Don't make trouble for me anymore!"

"We didn't cause trouble. Didn't you see that the food was still on the table, didn't Maddy stab me with a knife?" Hunter said, shrugging his shoulders.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Hahahaha, Donald said you love me to death!

Winston: Yes.

Hunter: I love you too!

Winston: Thank you.Besides loving you to death, can I kill you?

Hunter: I want to die in Tender Country.

Winston: Am I not gentle enough for you?You are so damn good.