Could You Not Tease Me?

At twelve noon, Hunter's cell phone rang once, and Winston answered it.

He walked outside, and the call was from the team's nutritionist.

"Little Hunter! You still don't come down for lunch! You have to eat normally, otherwise the game will be exhausted, understand!"

"Excuse me, I'll bring him his lunch."

The cold but polite voice made the nutritionist lose his mind for a moment.

"That... May I ask who are you?"

The voice really didn't sound like someone from the convoy.

"I'm Winston."

"... Oh! My God! Are you Winston? Winston from Ferrari?"

"Yes."

"My God! Did you have lunch? Do I need something for you?"

The nutritionist got excited.She had heard that Winston had a good impression of Hunter, but she didn't expect him to be in his room!

Wait, Winston is in Hunter's room, why didn't this brat share his experience with him, and dared to fall asleep?

"Thank you if it's no trouble."

Winston's answer made the nutritionist elated.

My God, Winston wants to eat the nutritious meal they prepared!

When Winston came to the restaurant to take away the nutritious meal, the entire team eating was surprised.

"That...Hunter, is he okay?" A strategic analyst said with some concern.

"It's all right. He's sleeping," replied Winston, then looked at Marcus.

Marcus stood up and shook hands with him, after all... maybe someday it will rain red and Winston's contract expires, so would you like to come to their team?

"Mr. Marcus, I would like to give you some advice about Hunter's race at Silverstone."

A driver from another team came to guide the Marcus team. If it weren't for Winston, everyone would probably think that this person was conceited and even arrogant.

But Winston had no unnecessary expressions on his face, and his tone was calm and objective, which made it impossible for people to have negative feelings.

"of course."

"Based on Hunter's technical characteristics and your car's performance, he is suitable for three stops. If he has a chance to catch up with Donald or Penny in the last dozen laps, he might as well make four stops boldly."

Marcus froze at Winston's words.

"You said... Hunter can catch up with Sauber's Donald or Renault's Penny?" Marcus showed a "this is a fantasy" expression.

In the last race, Hunter was able to get sixth, which is a "explosive statistic" for the entire team.

But he can't explode again and again. At Silverstone, if he can stay in the top ten, Marcus will feel very lucky.

"Of course he can."

After speaking, Winston left with the dinner tray.

And Marcus looked stupidly at the technical officer beside him.

The technical officer shrugged. "If Hunter drives a Ferrari...maybe?"

"Hey, we're using a Ferrari engine this year, okay?"

"So... it's still possible?"

Hunter was awakened by the smell of food.

He opened his eyes to see Winston sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey... how long have I been asleep?"

"More than two hours."

"Oh... is this the lunch prepared by the team?"

"Ah."

"You went to fetch it for me?"

"Ah."

Hunter could imagine the expressions of the others in the team at this moment.

"Come and eat, the taste is not bad."

Hunter took the plate from Winston, a little surprised.

He felt like Winston... how should I put it, a well-mannered guy can't bear to see other people eating in bed, right?

While Hunter put food into his mouth, he couldn't help but look at him more.

The angle of his fingers and wrists when he rolled up the spaghetti was really graceful, and with the drooping eyebrows and the spaghetti between his lips, Hunter couldn't even take his eyes off it.

"What are you looking at?" Winston looked up.

He was already close, but when he saw his eyes like this, Hunter felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart for no reason.

"Why do you have German sausage on your plate, but not mine?" Hunter made an excuse casually.

"Nutritionist says you hate German sausages."

"But today it seems to be doing fine?"

Winston didn't say anything, just took a small piece with a fork and brought it to Hunter's lips.

"Then try it."

Hunter's little heart trembled for no reason, and he lowered his head to hold the sausage in his mouth.

Winston continued to fork the asparagus and pasta into his mouth, not caring that his fork was swallowed by Hunter.

"It seems to be okay, another slice?" Hunter wondered if the other party would feed him again.

Actually...it's really unpalatable...

"Fork yourself," replied Winston.

Hunter was disappointed.

How could he eat that damn thing by forking himself!

"By the way, if I can still enter the top six at Silverstone, how do you plan to encourage me?"

Hunter put down the dinner plate and looked at Winston expectantly.

The expression on the opponent's face didn't even change: "Isn't it right to get sixth?"

"...Are you confident in me, or are you perfunctory?"

"I won't be perfunctory about your affairs."

At last Winston raised his eyes and looked at Hunter.

The swaying zenith is thus supported, and there is no reason for turmoil.

"Anyway, it's my first time in London..."

"I see. If you make it into the top six, I'll accompany you to London. Where would you like to go?"

Yes, Winston is English!

"London Eye. Every time there is a disaster movie, there will be a picture of the collapse of the London Eye!"

"It's just a Ferris wheel. And it's only ranked fourth in the world. It takes 10 minutes to complete a lap, and it doesn't take 30 seconds for you to feel bored and clamor to go down." Winston said lightly.

"...Hey, you speak as if you understand me very well."

"That's right. You'll be drowsy by then, and you don't understand women's romance." Winston put the dinner plate aside and raised his chin halfway.

That gesture clearly despised Hunter's taste.

"Hey, you never thought that one day, after the game is over, you will take your beloved one to sit on the London Eye for sightseeing. You can hug and kiss, why would you be bored?"

"I get it. Three and ten minutes is enough for sex."

Hunter nearly spewed out the spaghetti.

"Winston! You have the ability to say the same to all the media that interviewed you!"

"Yes. But the reason you gave is very good. I can accompany you to the London Eye. Where else do you want to go?"

"Tower of London."

"That's where the prisoners are kept."

"Is it really gloomy in there?"

"Fortunately."

"If I were the king, what do you think the first thing I would do after I ascended the throne?" Hunter laughed, and the dinner plate almost fell over. Winston supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and firmly caught the plate with the other hand end.

"What do you want to do?"

From this angle, Winston happened to be looking Hunter's eyes from the bottom up.

His breath passed Hunter's lips, infiltrated between his teeth, and disappeared when it was about to touch the tip of his tongue.

"I'll put you in the Tower of London. Make you my prisoner forever."

Hunter felt crazy, he didn't know how he could say such a thing.

What he was going to say was to decorate the Tower of London like a gingerbread house and let the little ones play for free.

But when Winston was close to him, the tip of his tongue, his vocal cords, and even his brain seemed not to be his own.

Hunter became inexplicably uneasy, but when he thought of Winston's cold humor, he felt that it was nothing at all.

"Good," replied Winston.

"Okay... so what?"

To the Tower of London with me, or to be my prisoner?

Don't hold your breath, can you answer?

Winston did not answer his question, but asked: "Where else?"

Forget it... Winston was not going to give him an answer.

"Eton! Is it too far from London? How about going in your black Ferrari?"

By the way, he can also open it.

"You are not someone who is willing to study." Winston's implication is that you have no yearning for prestigious schools, why did you travel so far to visit Eton College?

"Hey, there used to be a noble school! I want to feel the aristocratic atmosphere, can't I?"

"Then there is no need to go," replied Winston.

"why?"

"I just graduated from Eton College, just look at me."

"Oh..." Hunter was stunned for a moment, "No wonder so many people say you have aristocratic temperament, so you received an aristocratic education!"

But in fact, he wanted to see what kind of depressing atmosphere Eton College had besides the so-called extravagance. Lis Guppy.

Winston said coolly, "You don't want to feel the aristocratic atmosphere in your heart, but to laugh at the so-called aristocratic education, right?"

Hunter snarled.

He suddenly felt a little sad.

Why did the person who knew him best turn out to be Van Winston?

"Hey, you still haven't said, when did you hear me swear! When did you hear me say those three sentences?" Hunter decided to get to the bottom of it.

"In the previous life."

"Here it is again! Last life! Your answer is very perfunctory." Hunter suddenly became interested, and sometimes felt that Winston's cold humor, which seemed to be confession or even ambiguous hints, was very interesting, and the words about previous life were really "original." Sex" ah, why can't I just follow his words and see what else this guy can make up!

"Okay, tell me, when did you hear me swear in your last life?" Hunter supported his knees and looked at the other party with interest.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: I was your eternal prisoner, but the place where I lost my freedom was not the Tower of London.

Hunter: Where is that?

Winston: Here it is.

Hunter: Shit!Where are you groping!