Could You Not Tease Me?

Her facial features are full of intelligence, the big brown waves set off her strong Latin American style, her undulating figure, and the undisguised "interest" in Winston in her eyes attracted not only the attention of other media on the scene Eyes, and Hunter at this moment.

"Ah, ah... If you can be interviewed face-to-face by such a beautiful woman, you can be called a racing driver." Hunter sighed while holding the back of his head.

"I'm not anyone's hindrance. It's only been three races now."

Winston's words were very concise, and the media on the scene suddenly fell silent.

"You mean, you can also be the champion, right?" The smile on Audrey Wilson's face became more obvious.

"Yes."

Neither the expression nor the voice can make people feel conceited or proud.

Awesome, but impossible to hate.

"Don't watch it, don't watch it..."

I didn't sleep well on the plane, so let's take a good rest...

He had just rolled up the quilt when the couple next door were doing business again, causing the lampshade of the wall lamp on the wall to fall off and hit Hunter's face abruptly.

"I'll wipe it!" Hunter picked up the lampshade directly, rushed to the next room, knocked hard on the other's door, and rang the doorbell hard.

But heavy breathing and a woman's sticky voice could be heard over the door, and Hunter's head was about to explode.

"You do it during the day! You do it at night! Please tell me when you don't do it! I can sleep well!"

Hunter's roar echoed in the corridor, and it was certain that everyone upstairs and downstairs must have heard his words.

But the other side of the door had already entered a state of ecstasy. Hunter rang the doorbell outside the door for almost 10 minutes before they stopped.

When the door opened, I saw a beautiful woman with brown hair and big waves, with a lazy and satisfied expression on her face.She was wrapped in a thin pajamas, and the exquisite lines were so clear that Hunter's ears turned red.

The other party smiled and said, "When you come back next time, let us know."

"That's about the same!" Hunter thought that the other party must feel embarrassed, and decided not to disturb his life anymore.

"We invite you to ring the doorbell and pay you five dollars for 10 minutes. Kid, you must not know that the more you ring, the more we feel?"

Hunter's eyes widened, as if he thought he had heard wrong.

What is this ghost?

The other party chuckled, and winked at him charmingly: "Your face is quite cute, but I don't know if it's well-developed underneath."

Hunter was a little annoyed.

No, very angry.

This is the second time this week he has been greeted with a little brother.The last time was in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix, when a furious McGrady asked him if his fur had grown.

"Oh shit……"

Hunter suddenly rang the doorbell vigorously.

This time it was a man who opened the door.

The opponent's muscles are comparable to those of a bodybuilder, and his waist and abdomen are very strong. He looked at Hunter with fierce eyes: "What are you doing?"

Hunter stretched out his hand to the other party without fear: "Your woman said, give me five dollars for ringing the doorbell for 10 minutes. Adding the ten seconds of pressing the doorbell just now, it's just enough for 10 minutes. Please pay me ten dollars."

The bodybuilder froze.

The woman behind him laughed, took out her wallet, and put ten dollars in Hunter's hand.

"You're so cute."

"It's none of your business if I'm not cute."

Hunter stuffed the banknotes into his pocket and decided to go to the opposite supermarket to buy some yogurt as a condolence to himself.

This is a large general supermarket, and parents can often be seen putting their children in shopping carts and pushing them between rows of shelves.

Whenever this time, Hunter would be a little envious.Not just because his parents are no longer alive, but more because even when they were alive, they often wanted what they wanted so that things would not be thrown in the shopping cart.

After choosing two boxes of yogurt, Hunter wanted to eat biscuits again.

He came to the biscuit shelf, saw his favorite Swiss brown sugar biscuits, took a pack, only to find that the shelf was empty, and opposite was another man's profile.

It's just a gap, as if God deliberately narrowed Hunter's world, the other's forehead and nasal bone connected to form a pleasing ups and downs, and the drooping eyelashes looked very soft.

It was a man, but in Hunter's view, the subjective feeling of beauty is gender-neutral.

Hunter thought the other party was good-looking, so he took a second look. Anyway, he didn't need to spend money, and the other party would not lose a hair.

But just as the other party's eyes moved to his direction and passed through the gap, Hunter secretly held his breath.

Across the shelf was none other than Van Winston!

The inadvertent glance seemed to have a penetrating power, and it rushed into the depths of Hunter's mind in an instant.

It was obviously a lustless gaze, but Hunter felt that he was almost scalded, and he took a step back.

He suddenly remembered the picture of Winston zipping up his trousers for himself in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix—that was a black history that he could never get rid of in his life!

He always felt that even though they were both racing drivers, the level difference between himself and Winston was too far, and he would never have the chance to talk and meet again, but he didn't expect to meet in the supermarket!

Hunter tried to look away, but he had the illusion that the other party was going to lock him up.

Presumably because Van Winston didn't like people staring at him, so he was angry?

Hunter let out a breath, and walked to another shelf with a shopping basket.

He has a very useful function, which is to treat all embarrassing, embarrassing or terrible things as if they never happened.

So he had never met Vann Winston in the bathroom, he had never met him in the supermarket, and Winston would never have thought of meeting him anyway.

So Hunter felt relieved, and he came to the checkout counter with a shopping basket.

There seemed to be quite a lot of people visiting the supermarket on weekends. Hunter took out his mobile phone again and started playing match [-] games.

While playing, he watched the team in front of him enter the station, and kicked the shopping basket forward with his toe.

After ten minutes, he was finally able to check out.

As soon as the credit card was swiped, the cashier told him that the overdraft limit had been reached.

It means... maxed out.

Hunter scratched the back of his head, and then remembered that he bought a set of speakers for his hip-hop buddies last week, paid the rent, and then met a competition... It seems that he forgot to pay his credit card.

"Then I don't want anything except yogurt." Hunter took out the ten dollars he earned by ringing the doorbell from his pocket.

At this time, there was a cool sound like metal knocking in an empty room behind him.

"Except for the box of underpants, please swipe my card for everything else."

Hunter tightened his shoulders, turned around, and suddenly found that Winston was standing behind him!

He still had the same expression without any waves, his outstretched arm rubbed Hunter's shoulder, and handed the credit card to the cashier, his chest was slightly pressed against Hunter's back.

It felt... like being hugged from behind.

What's happening here?

When had Winston come up behind him?

Wait, they are queuing... In other words, Winston also came to queue to pay the bill not long after I came here?

With so many cash registers, why did he choose the one behind him?

Under normal circumstances, Hunter knew that he should say thank you, and then said that he would return the money to the other party if he had the opportunity, but when he opened his mouth, what he said was: "Why can't the box of underwear be allowed?"

Everyone around looked over, and even the female cashier blushed slightly.

But Hunter doesn't regret asking the question.

If he can't get an answer now, he will definitely continue to think about it when he gets home.

"Because it's not suitable." Winston's voice was still flat.

"Ah? Why is it inappropriate?"

"You can wear M, you don't need L." Winston replied, with its own authoritative certification effect, which was inexplicably convincing.

Looking at the other party's expression of course, Hunter's heart was poked heavily again.

What is "No need for L"?Does that mean he is small there?

Oh shit!This is the third time this week someone has made an issue of his little brother!

Just when Hunter was about to say "I don't need you to pay for me", Winston spoke again.

"The material loses its elasticity very quickly."

"……Oh."

At that moment, he had a feeling that his soul was redeemed.

It's not that his little brother is too small, it's just that the quality of the underwear is not good.

"Thank you, I will pay you back next time."

Carrying the bag from the supermarket, Hunter waved at the other party smartly, and left.

Or should we stay there and discuss the quality of the underpants with Winston while he waits for the bill?

Carrying these things and walking on the road, Hunter raised his hair and let out a sigh.

He still didn't buy any underwear... what to wear tonight?None washed...

And any charity dinners on weekends are annoying.

Where is the suit?

When Hunter returned home, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets, finally found a suit, and put it on, which was very low-key. Hunter expressed his satisfaction.

Wait... Winston will definitely attend Ferrari's charity dinner, so should he pay him back?

Yes... How much is it?

Can't remember, forget it.

Compared with Fann Winston's annual salary of one million euros, he would not mind paying for his supermarket.

On the weekend, Hunter drove his little jeep to the luxury hotel where the dinner was held.

You can see many men and women in formal dresses, accompanied by famous cars, and twinkling stars.Those social celebrities handed over their car keys to the doorman and walked up gracefully.

The author has something to say: Chat time

Hunt: Why were you in the bathroom after the Spanish Grand Prix?

Winston: Because in a previous life you once said that you were beaten into a pig's head by your teammates in the bathroom.

Hunter: Shit!Then you should have stopped me then!I went out of the bathroom and was beaten into a panda!

Winston: Because when you said you were pitiful in the previous life, I didn't know what you did to Maddie.

Hunter: What the hell do you mean?

Winston: You deserve it.