Could You Not Tease Me?

"Whose poem is that? Keats's too?"

"Marguerite Duras."

"Oh, thanks."

"Go to sleep."

The next morning, while Hunter was in a daze, he felt something touch his forehead, and then he heard the sound of the door closing.

"Huh?" Hunter rubbed his eyes, only to remember that Winston slept in his room last night.

He should have left the hotel for the airport.

Hunter stretched himself, and went to the restaurant for breakfast after getting up.

He remembered Mr. Marcus' reminder that Audrey had to send flowers today.

There happened to be a flower shop on the road near the hotel.Fresh flowers look protective in the morning light.

Hunter looked in his pocket, and the girl in the flower shop came over and asked him what flowers he wanted to buy.

"Well...don't want red roses, just look good."

"I thought you were going to buy flowers for the woman you like, but it's not."

Hunter was stunned, that's right... I have always liked Audrey Wilson, why did I blurt out "No red roses" just now?

"What do you think of the combination of foreign peonies, golden fish flowers, and baby's breath?"

"very beautiful!"

Hunter replied with a smile.

"Do you want to write a card?"

"of course yes!"

Hunter took the card and pen. What was that poem that Winston taught himself last night?

i met you.

I remember you.

This city is made for love.

Your soul was born for me.

Hunter smiled, raised his pen and thought for a few seconds, then seriously wrote a few lines, put his name on it, put it in the flower, and asked the florist to deliver the flower to Audrey's hotel room.

He also needs to pack up and prepare to fly to Japan, the destination of the next race.

When he arrived at the airport, Hunter felt very bored. While playing Match [-], he stood in front of the beverage machine and considered whether to buy a bottle of Coca-Cola or Pepsi.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. In fact, if you can drink it, I can buy you all the drinks in the drink machine. I just want a bottle of juice."

A slightly mocking voice sounded from behind Hunter.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Owen's beautiful eyes.

"Oh... Owen... you want to buy a drink?"

"Hmm. At first I thought you had a choice phobia, but now it seems that you just like to block people."

"You can call me earlier." Hunter stepped aside shyly.

"It's okay, I stood behind you for less than three seconds."

Owen turned around with his drink and smiled at Hunter.

"Wait... I suddenly remembered something!"

"what?"

"You said last time, if I can beat Donald in the race..."

"I'll just invite you to the party," Owen replied.

"Just remember it!"

"My taste is rather bad, are you sure you want to come and play?"

"It's not just a bondage party..."

Owen smiled: "I can't tell you have such a strong taste. When you arrive in Tokyo, does your team have time to rest?"

"Well, the first day."

"I'll pick you up." After speaking, Owen left with a drink.

"You came to pick me up? Do you know where I am?"

This guy obviously doesn't even have his cell phone number!

Maybe Lawrence Owen was just like what Donald said, seemingly amiable on the surface, but actually didn't intend to get close to anyone.

At this moment, Hunter's cell phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number.

Hunter connected suspiciously, and Owen's voice came.

"Smelly brat, do you think I'm playing tricks on you?"

"Hey, why do you have my cell phone number?"

"What do you think?" There was an obvious smile in Owen's voice.

"Oh, I see - Donald gave it to you!"

"After arriving at the hotel, I will give you two hours. If you can't come out after two hours, our agreement will be voided."

After speaking, the phone hung up.

Hunter suddenly felt that Owen might be very capricious.two hours?Where is enough Marcus nagging!

When Hunter got on the plane, he found that Owen was on the same flight as himself, but he put on the blindfold and went to sleep as soon as he sat down, and he didn't even have a chance to say hello.

It's like pretending not to know each other.

In the hotel lobby in Tokyo, Hunter found that Owen and his team were staying in the same hotel.

Owen wore sunglasses the whole time, with his pockets in his pockets, and his head was half up. Those who didn't know thought it was a superstar trip.He completed the check-in procedures earlier than Hunter, and when he walked towards the elevator, he pointed two fingers at Hunter, which meant to remind Hunter that it was outdated and invalid.

Sure enough, Marcus started nagging, and Hunter rolled his eyes 1 times in his heart.

"Tokyo is a very special place, where certain industries are particularly developed!"

"Thank you for reminding me, I'll take a good look at it." Hunter nodded.

"Hey! I want you to stay in the hotel and rest, don't keep thinking about going out to play! Don't consume your energy too much! Do you understand!"

"Then why did we come to Tokyo?" Hunter was disappointed.

"For the game!"

Two hours is not enough for him to talk nonsense.

Hunter picked his ears and put the luggage back in his room. Looking again, there were only 5 minutes left before the time agreed with Owen.

At this time, Hunter's cell phone rang, and it was Owen calling, and he only said one sentence: "Come down."

Hunter rushed out of the room and pressed the elevator, and at the door of the hotel he saw an arrogant Porsche 911, and Owen was wearing sunglasses and basking in the sun with his head up.

Hunter didn't open the door, jumped directly into the co-pilot's seat, and pulled the seat belt.

"where are we going?"

"You will know when you arrive?" Owen turned his face to the side and smiled.

Hunter suddenly felt like he was on a pirate ship.

At this moment, Hunter's cell phone rang, and the number showed that it was Winston.

His heart trembled for no reason, and Hunter connected the phone: "Hey——are you here to call and ask me if I've been to Tokyo? I've already arrived!"

Hunter grinned.

"Hmm." Winston's voice was calm.But even if there was only one syllable, Hunter could hear the inclusiveness in the smile.

"Hey, it was you who called me, and then you just hummed, it's gone?"

"Why didn't you write that poem I taught you on the card?"

"Huh? What?" Hunter was a little confused.

"Audrey Wilson did a pre-race interview with Ferrari just now. She mentioned that you gave her a birthday card that she will never forget."

"Really... I don't even remember what I wrote!" Hunter said with a smile.

"What you wrote is, I hope that when I am 50 years old, you will still be as beautiful as a girl."

"Is it not good?"

"Actually, you can't remember the poem I read to you at all, can you?"

"Hey, don't underestimate my memory! I thought about it, the poem you read to me is not suitable for Audrey Wilson at all."

"why?"

"I'm saving it for my marriage proposal."

"Marriage proposal? I hope you remember."

For some reason, Hunter felt that the other end of the phone must be nodding and smiling.

I can't remember that poem, are you that happy?

After hanging up the phone, Hunter realized that Owen had been looking at him with a meaningful smile.

"Who are you calling?"

"Ah...it's Fann Winston!" Hunter smiled and touched the back of his head.

"Oh? It's really strange... I thought that Fann Winston's mobile phone would not save anyone's number. It seems that the rumor that he pissed off your team's McGrady for you is true?"

"You mean in a hotel? It's actually okay..."

"It's not a hotel. Of course, it's also related to what he said in the hotel. Didn't he say that as long as McGrady plays, he will be sent off the track?"

"You mean the race in Austria? How is it possible—McGrady was lapped, and Winston just passed by him. And it was after he passed that McGrady rushed off the track!"

Owen smiled. He had a long arm and bounced on Hunter's head: "Although from the point of view of the rules, there is no way to punish him for a foul, but he used his experience to cause McGrady's panic. McGrady thought he would come from the left side. Passed, but he tricked McGrady, causing McGrady to make a wrong turn."

"Impossible...Even if he let go of his words and wanted to tease McGrady out of the track, he wouldn't really do that. He and McGrady have no grudges, and the ranking is a few blocks away from McGrady!"

"Because he's Vane Winston, and he walks the talk. Be careful, Hunter."

"what?"

"Such a man, if you reject him, he will not let you go."

Through the sunglasses, Hunter couldn't see Owen's eyes clearly, but his smile had a hint of evil.

"Why do I feel that you are gloating?"

"I am." Owen admitted generously.

"But... I think there is something wrong with what you said - what can I refuse Winston!" Hunter was at a loss.

Owen still laughed: "All I know is that it's the first time I've seen Van Winston call a driver instead of a team member."

"We're friends!"

"Oh, it's the first time I've heard he has friends in the years he's been in Formula One."

"All right……"

The car stopped at the intersection, and Owen looked at Hunter through the car window, and said in a somewhat serious tone: "Hunter...do you remember what I told you just now?"

"What?"

You have said so many things that are useless, what exactly are you referring to?

"I said don't refuse Winston, or he will insist."

The traffic light changed, and Owen drove the car out.

"Forcibly? How do you say that I seem to be the woman he is chasing?"

"Half right, half wrong."

Owen still said half and kept half, laughing so annoyingly.

Hunter wanted to seriously discuss this issue with Owen, but the car stopped in front of a clubhouse.

"We have arrived."

"where is this place?"

"Shinjuku."

"It's a club where there are many maids in dresses sitting on my lap with trays?" Hunter showed an extremely expectant expression.

"Have you watched too many vulgar movies?" Owen threw the car keys to the parking boy in a suit, and took off his sunglasses, "Let's go. You have to improve your taste."

Hunter followed Owen in without knowing it, only to find that it was completely different from what he had imagined.

It was a huge runway, and all the guests sat at both ends of the runway.The lights are bright and the music plays with a certain rhythm.

"This is a fashion conference?" Hunter became disappointed.

The models at the press conference are all for viewing and not touching!boring!

"Fashion conference? That's so boring." Owen raised his arm and put it on Hunter's shoulder. "Little guy, if you have a good time today, can you promise me one condition? I promise to make you happier in the future."

Hunter squinted at him, combined with the unclear words Owen said on the road before, Hunter said angrily: "Anyway, I won't let you force it."

"I'm very straight, not like you." Owen squinted at Hunter.

"I'm straight too!" Hunter said with great dissatisfaction.

"You may have been very straight before, but who knows what will happen in the future?" Owen pulled the corners of his lips, looking pretty under the light.

Even a man in a suit on the opposite side winked in Owen's direction.

Hunter got excited and patted Owen on the shoulder with a big smile on his face: "Hahaha! Yes, yes! You are so straight! Only women wink at you!"

"Hey, didn't you see, is that man interested in you?" Owen looked at Hunter ambiguously.

"Ah? How is it possible - I don't look as good-looking as you!"

"You make other males want to conquer."

After finishing speaking, Owen pressed Hunter's head on his shoulder, his smiling eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked at the man in the suit opposite.

The man in the suit was defeated in the battle of sight and had to turn his face to avoid Owen's gaze.Hunter continued to look at each other puzzled, while Owen covered Hunter's eyes with his hands.

"Still watching? I just warned the other party, and you have been chasing him to watch. You are telling the other party that you can pursue, understand?"

"What? What kind of catwalk is this!"

Men can even wink at each other!Open a new world!

"A catwalk? Didn't I say I'd bring you to a party? The theme of this party is 'Beauty and the Beast'. It might be Beauty or the Beast who will come on stage later. If you like someone, just pay attention to the auction later. Yes. The target of the auction is the time of the beauty or the beast. Once it is photographed, it will not be returned. So keep your eyes open and don’t choose the wrong one.”

"Auction?" The first thing that came to Hunter's mind was that Winston bought his own baseball cap at Ferrari's charity dinner.

"What the hell is going on in your head? Almost all the people who come here are successful people from all walks of life."

"Oh...well-dressed..."

"A well-dressed philanthropist. All proceeds from the auction will be used to help children in impoverished areas in Africa."

"Ah?" Hunter was a little surprised. He didn't expect that such a "noble" purpose would be put up by this luxurious party?

"This is the ingenuity of the owner of this clubhouse, to make those rich people happily donate money. So, Hunter, if you have a crush on a certain object and get the other person's time at auction, you are not allowed to have sex here ...that's the principle of this party—time is auctioned, not bodies."

"What's the point of that? Can you only talk and chat?"

"You can still kiss, except for sex. If you are good at kissing and the other party is willing to leave your mobile phone number to you, you can pursue it outside the club to achieve your goal."

"Suddenly I don't understand what you rich people want." Hunter shook his head.

At this moment, the music sounded, and tall slender women in fancy clothes came out one after another.

They ranged from blondes with blue eyes to brown waves and black-haired Asians.

Their legs are graceful and elegant, and every step is on the beat of the heartbeat.

All the guests raised their chins and opened their eyes wide, as if looking up at the altar.

"They're so pretty..."

They are all beauties, but where are the beasts?

Then, a girl with short brown hair and a long aqua blue dress walked towards the guests.

Her fair skin and those ice blue eyes made Hunter's heart sink for no reason.

When she turned around, her dress billowed, and she glanced over Hunter's cheek and smiled.

Hunter was completely stunned.

And after that, no matter how many beautiful girls walked in front of him, he would never forget those ice blue eyes and that ethereal temperament.

After nearly an hour of the show, the guests couldn't wait any longer.

"Do you like that girl with short hair and long blue dress?" Owen asked in Hunter's ear.

"Hmm." Hunter nodded, "Can I auction off her time?"

If it was her, Hunter would not be bored if he could listen to her quietly.

"I think she should be very expensive." Owen replied with a smile.

"Is that so... what a pity."

Hunter sighed, remembering the auction price at the Ferrari charity dinner, the girl's price would definitely exceed tens of thousands of dollars.

And this is obviously a place to burn money.

"I can ask you." Owen replied.

"No... no need!"

With such a large expense, it is impossible for Hunter to ask Owen to hire himself.

"Don't worry. I can find someone to return it to me."

At this time, the music just like the New York Fashion Week show changed, slowed down, and elongated, as if the sound was made after a long period of patience, and the guests present were hoarse in their throats.

And the girls on the stage twisted their waists, and steel pipes rose one after another on the runway.

They tore off the long skirts around their waists, and completely released themselves in all kinds of crazy postures, which made people's hearts burst.

Hunter's eyes widened, and the girl with short brown hair spun around the steel pipe, stretching out a voluptuous line from the neck to the back and then to the waist. Pure all in one.

When the music stops, the so-called auction is about to begin.

"Each girl is put up for auction for only three hours. If you get her, you have to attract her as much as you can. Every second is precious. Otherwise, once you leave here, you may never have the chance to see her again." Owen Tip said.

But the time spent with the first girl was auctioned for [-] U.S. dollars, which made Hunter speechless.

The price is also getting higher and higher, the highest has reached [-] US dollars.

Hunter looked sideways at Owen. This guy propped his chin up, with a smile on his lips, admiring every girl like a work of art.

When a girl with long black hair came to the stage, Owen licked his lips and raised his hand to bid without hesitation.

In the end, the price soared to $[-]. Hunter finally understood what "spending money like water" meant, and the three hours of the black-haired girl finally belonged to Owen.

"Don't worry, I will help you if you want."

Finally, the girl with short brown hair came to the front of the runway, and the atmosphere instantly became lively.

Her reserve price was [-] US dollars, and the voices of bidding kept coming and going.

And she lowered her head and looked in Hunter's direction.

Those icy blue eyes seemed to brew a vast ocean, drowning Hunter.

Her name is "Nicky".

Nikki smiled shyly at him, her eyes full of anticipation.

But Hunter became sad because the price had risen to [-] US dollars.

"She seems to like you very much." Owen said with his chin propped up.

"My annual salary is only 25 euros..."

"You got the points, and the team should give you a lot of dividends. Where did the money go?"

"My childhood house was auctioned off to pay off the debt. I want to buy it back." Hunter lowered his head, not daring to meet Nikki's eyes. "I regret now that I didn't do my best in the first three races...otherwise I would There will be more dividends.”

"You're so cute, Hunter." Owen suddenly grabbed Hunter's wrist and raised his hand, "Sixty thousand dollars!"

"Hey——" Hunter looked at Owen in surprise, but the other side looked like an old god.

"When you play with me, you don't have to worry about money."

At this time, the man in the suit on the opposite side showed a surprised expression, and then joined the ranks of bidding: "[-] US dollars!"

"Eighty thousand dollars." Owen raised Hunter's hand again.

"Hey! Owen—don't do that! I know you're richer than me. I think it would be nice if you buy me a glass of fine wine or go to the North Pole to see the aurora, but it's like spending eighty thousand dollars..."

"Do you think that girl's expectations and affection for you are not worth $[-]?" Owen asked with a smile.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: Actually, I'm not at all worried about you having an affair.

Hunter: Why?

Winston: Because there must be something like me in the object of your fancy.

Hunter: Even if it looks like you, it's not you!snort!

Winston: Then you will find that the more you look at each other, the only thing you think about is me, and you come back to me in despair.

Hunter: Shit!Very angry!