Could You Not Tease Me?

"It's not that she's not worth it, it's that I'm not."

As much ability as you have, let the other party be cherished as much.

But if you don't have the ability to bear, don't give the other party expectations. This is Hunter's long-standing principle.

"Come to Red Bull Racing, we will give you an annual salary of 75 euros, which is three times that of Marcus Racing Team."

Owen said.

Hunter's eyes widened, he thought he was hallucinating.

"What? 75 euros?"

"The liquidated damages will be borne by Red Bull Racing." Owen put away his smile.

This guy is serious.

At this time, the man in the suit on the opposite side bid another $[-].

"One hundred thousand dollars." Owen continued to clasp Hunter's wrist, raised his hand, glanced coldly at the man in the suit opposite, and wiped his neck neatly.

The other party swallowed, and wanted to continue to ask for a price. Owen raised his eyebrows, but the other party finally did not open his mouth.

A mouthful of old blood spurted out from Hunter.

"Hey... that's enough, Owen..."

"Join Red Bull Racing and be my teammate. This one hundred thousand dollars is for you as the team manager, Mr. Hanks." Owen tilted his head and smiled like a very beautiful old fox.

Hunter was dumbfounded, and then he realized that he was experiencing being poached for the first time in his life.

"According to your performance in these few stations, if you continue to earn points, your annual salary after tax is very likely to exceed one million euros. You can buy your house back soon."

Hunter still had an expression of not knowing what was going on.

"Did you know that the most important factor in determining a driver's ranking is no longer the driver's skills?" Owen asked.

"I know. It's the performance of the car."

"The Marcus team is very weak, and their power unit development is behind compared to the big teams. If you really want to win Formula One one day, you need a stronger backing. Now Red Bull is reaching out to you Olive branch, how did you decide?"

"Do you really think now is a good time to discuss this issue?" Hunter frowned tightly.

The strength of the Red Bull Racing Team is indeed much stronger than that of the Marcus Racing Team, neither the technical support nor the financial support is at the same level.

"I think now is the best time - when your willpower is at its weakest."

"If my answer is 'no,' I'm going to pay the $[-] myself, right?"

No wonder Donald once told him to be careful with Owen.

"It's okay, I'll still invite you." Owen reached out and pinched Hunter's cheek, "I'm not such a stingy person."

I'd rather you be so petty.

"So, what's the answer?" Owen asked sideways.

At this time, the host of the auction announced to the guests present that Nikki belonged to Hunter.

"You know at the lowest point in my life, the Marcus team gave me the only purpose to live. I can quit F1, but I can't leave the Marcus team, at least not now."

Owen looked into Hunter's eyes, lowered his head, and smiled.

I don't know if that smile was helpless, whether it was appreciation or mocking Hunter's childishness.

"Well, I still think it's very interesting to take you out to play." Owen took out the check book smartly, wrote the numbers smoothly, folded it into a paper airplane, and flew it to the waiter who came to receive the check born.

"That's it?" Hunter now suspects that what Owen said just now that Red Bull Racing is poaching is just a bad joke.

"that's it."

The dark-haired girl snuggled up to Owen's side, and the two had a slow but passionate kiss.He whispered in her ear and didn't know what to say, and the other party started to kiss his cheek and neck.

It seems that Owen is not inferior to Donald's master of flirting.

Nikki walked slowly towards Hunter, hooked his fingers lightly over his collar, and raised her chin, meaning "let's go".

Her slightly sunken lips were a silent temptation, and Hunter was pulled away by her just like that.

There are countless rooms inside the club.

Nikki lightly pressed her fingertips on a certain door, and it opened.

She turned around, put her arms around Hunter's neck, and walked in.

Looking into her eyes, Hunter only felt that the world was moving away.

"Hey Hunter, I said about joining Red Bull Racing, is your answer confirmed?"

Owen put his arms around his girlfriend and stopped in front of Hunter's room.

"Sorry. I will return the one hundred thousand dollars to you, although it may be later, after I get the dividend."

In his heart, Nikki's expectations cannot be measured by money.

Owen's eyelids drooped, and the smile on his lips carried a hint of evil that made Hunter suddenly uneasy.

"Then enjoy your beast. These three hours are non-refundable!"

"what?"

Before Hunter came back to his senses, Owen had already kicked Hunter's door shut with his toe.

Nikki turned around and looked at Hunter with a smile.

Only then did Hunter realize that Nicky was quite tall.

He himself is 170 centimeters, and Nikki is wearing high heels, almost five centimeters taller than himself.

She lowered her eyes to look at Hunter, with a smile on her lips, and a sultry look in her eyes.

Hunter subconsciously swallowed, Nikki put her hands on his shoulders, led Hunter around half a circle, and gently pushed him towards the bed with the veil hanging behind him.

When Hunter's back knee was touching the mattress, Nikki suddenly pushed Hunter hard. Hunter could stand still, but Nikki turned his face and was about to kiss him, and Hunter backed away subconsciously. , fell down.

Nicky sat on Hunter with a smile, put her arms around his neck, and still looked down at him: "When you stand on it, I think you are very cute."

Hunter froze for a moment, tilted his head and asked uncertainly, "You... why does your voice sound a bit like a man's?"

Nikki rested her forehead on Hunter's forehead, and replied, "Because I'm a man."

"What?" Hunter opened his eyes and looked at the other party.

He thinks he heard wrong!

Nikki raised Hunter's finger and touched his throat, which was clearly the man's Adam's apple.

The problem is... why didn't I notice it just now!

"Before you came, didn't you know that the theme of this party was Beauty and the Beast?" Nicky smiled and turned her face to the side, leaning towards Hunter again.

But Hunter supported his shoulders: "I know the theme of the party is Beauty and the Beast, but you are clearly wearing a skirt... and high heels! And..."

"This is the interesting part. All the performers on stage are VIPs. We all dress up as women we think are attractive, and show off our most attractive poses. Let's see how many people we can charm?"

So...the ones on stage are players, and those off stage are also players, and only you are the one being played?

Nikki... Ah, no, it should be said that Nikki stretched out her finger and gently rubbed against Hunter's chin: "A real woman is of course a beautiful woman. And someone like me..."

"Is it a beast?" Hunter answered subconsciously.

"Bingo." Nicky pressed his body weight against Hunter.

But Hunter held himself firmly.

He finally understood why Owen said "these three hours are non-refundable and non-exchangeable".

"Sorry." Hunter clasped Nicky's waist with both hands, pushing him away from his body.

"Hey, you look depressed, but you are so focused when you look at me from the audience. I thought you knew I was a man."

"I don't know, sorry. I was played..."

Hunter hugged his knees depressedly, trying to hide his face.

Nicky sat aside, crossed his arms, looked at the top of Hunter's head, and said amusedly, "Do you think I've been played by me? I'm sorry I'm not a woman. It makes you feel sick to your stomach?"

"No... no. It's not you who made fun of me..."

It's that bastard Owen.

Hunter now understands why Owen asked him if he was sure about joining Red Bull before he kicked the door shut.

If he accepts it, Owen may gloat and tell him that Nicky is a man.

But he refused, and this was Owen's revenge on him.

"You're really beautiful when you're on stage. I don't regret thinking you're beautiful."

Nicky froze for a moment, then smiled: "Hey, then do you really plan to sit here like this and wait until the three hours are over? You must know that once this door is closed, it won't open before the time..."

"It's okay." Hunter still held his knees and bowed his head.

"Then you know, if we foul, we can end it early?" Nicky leaned into Hunter's ear and asked softly, "Are you sure you don't want to try?"

Nicky's breath lingered in Hunter's ears, and his voice was very long and soft.

"Need not."

"But I do."

Nicky turned his face sideways, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and was about to touch Hunter's ear, but Hunter pushed it away.

Nicky almost fell down, which made his teasing expression cool down: "Hey, you are really ruthless. Why don't you just say that you hate me? Or do you think I'm some sissy outside? Brat, I It's the one above."

"I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength, I just didn't want to... because there are some things that I can't try."

Hunter didn't know how to explain it, but he felt that he had hurt Nicky's pride.

"Because I'm a man, you're afraid you'll bend." Nicky said in a sarcastic tone.

"No! It's because your eyes are the same as his!"

Hunter cried out anxiously.

"Eyes? Who do they look like?"

Hunter scratched his head, not knowing how he blurted out.But no matter what, the prank that cost Irving a hundred thousand dollars should not hurt anyone else except him.

"My most important friend."

"Oh, a man's most important friend is also a man. Does he have good eyes?" Nicky still didn't believe what Hunter said, thinking that he just didn't want these three hours to be too embarrassing.

"Yes, he is a man. But his eyes are really beautiful. His eyes are blue, like the color of a frozen transparent ocean, refracted by sunlight." Hunter said seriously.

Nicky looked at Hunter, the anger in his eyes gradually disappeared, he tore the silicone breast pad out of his clothes a bit rudely, kicked off his high heels, sat cross-legged in front of Hunter, propped his chin, Looking up at Hunter.

"and then?"

That was a bit of a tugging expression.

Hunter covered his eyes and said dejectedly: "My God...you are really a man...I didn't realize it at all just now!"

"Because I'm good at acting." Nicky moved Hunter's hand away from his eyes, with a smug smile on his face, "Don't worry about the past, it's better to enjoy the present. Anyway, we've already been locked in here, and you don't want to If we do something illegal and let us leave early, then we have to chat to kill time."

Hunter turned his face away and smiled.

"Okay... what are we talking about?"

"Talk about the man whose eyes resemble mine. I want to know more."

"Actually, if you look closely, your eyes are not that similar. Nicky, your eyes make me think your world is very simple."

"If it was simple, it wouldn't be so easy to fool you."

"You just use your charm as a playground but he is different. Sometimes I feel like I know him well, and other times... I feel like I don't know anything."

"But you think he is important?"

"Because...he gave me a purpose, he made me brave, he made me face things that I didn't dare to face before, even if what he showed me was only a part of him, I still think he is irreplaceable. My time...seems like I can't go back to the time when I didn't know him."

"Then this man is really scary." Nicky poked Hunter's forehead with his finger.

"why?"

"Because he is your spiritual opium, you are addicted. You should quit him." Nicky said seriously.

"Since he is my most important friend, I don't think I have to quit relying on him. It's like this between people. If no one can rely on, it looks mentally strong and independent...but it's very Lonely." Hunter said to Nicky with a smile.

Nicky looked at Hunter, and after a few seconds of silence, he stretched out his hand to him: "My name is Weiwen Nicky. Although I haven't seduced anyone who can be developed today, I don't feel like I'm practicing a woman when I know you The way you walk and the high heels for three months is a waste of time."

Hunter froze for a moment, then smiled, and held his hand: "Hello, I'm Evan Hunter. You have successfully attracted my attention, which at least proves that you have practiced women's walking and high heels Three months is definitely not a waste of time."

Nicky laughed heartily.

The two began chatting freely, and were surprised to find that they both graduated from the same high school.

"My God! You're that little stuttering freckle!"

"You know me, but why don't I have an impression of you?"

"Maybe you will have an impression after I take off my makeup."

At this time, in the monitoring room, all the monitoring screens were switched to Hunter's room.

The stern man looked at each frame with his arms folded.

"Sir, do we need to open the door and let them out?" A security guard asked.

"No, they didn't break the rules."

"So, don't we need to monitor the rooms of other VIPs? What if something happens that violates the club's regulations?"

"Switch."

His voice was like frost.

All the monitoring screens began to change, leaving only the monitor in the corner, where Hunter was propping his chin up and saying something to Nicky with joy.

And the man's eyes are always fixed on the display screen.

At the end of the three hours, the door slammed open with a soft knock.

Hunter stretched his waist and said with a smile: "Finally you can go out!"

"Ah... I don't want to wear high heels at all, my feet hurt." Nicky glanced at Hunter's shoes, "Why don't you wear yours for me."

"Yes, yes, but I will never wear your shoes!"

Nicky laughed.

When Hunter opened the door and came out wearing socks, he found that Owen was passing by with his girlfriend in his arms.

He whistled at Hunter.

Suddenly, a fire burned from Hunter's heart to the top of his head. He rolled up his sleeves and walked forward quickly, aiming at the opponent's face and smashing it.

"Laurence Irving—you go to hell!"

Owen's female companion hid behind him in fright, but he seemed to have expected Hunter's reaction long ago, and firmly blocked Hunter's fist with his palm.

"My dear, guess who is waiting for you to go home at the gate of the clubhouse now?"

Owen squinted and smiled.

"Who?"

Looking at the other party's smile, Hunter suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Did this guy notify his team?

"Van Winston. Aren't you good friends? You can share this pleasant experience with him. Maybe he can beat me to death at Suzuka Circuit for you like McGrady."

"Hey, what do you mean! I don't need Winston to vent my anger for me! Believe it or not, I will kill you at this stop!"

"This race is very difficult. Your car performance is too far behind mine. I'm afraid that when I really retire, you won't even have the chance to compete with me on the corners."

After finishing speaking, Owen kissed the top of his female companion's head reassuringly, and walked away with his arms around her.

His back looks so arrogant.

"You know, I used to think this guy was pretty good-looking!" Hunter pointed at him with his thumb.

Nicky shrugged his shoulders: "Lawrence Owen is very famous in this club, he is one of the shareholders. There are many men who covet him because of his good-looking face and first-class figure of a racing driver, but he is really only for women Interested, and has a bad personality and a strong sense of revenge. Don't tell me, are you friends with him?"

"Ghosts are friends with him!"

After Hunter's words fell, Owen, who had already walked to the end of the corridor, suddenly turned his head and added: "Oh - I forgot to tell you, it was three hours ago when I asked Van Winston to pick you up. "

Hunter froze there.

Immediately afterwards, the phone in his pocket rang. Seeing the displayed name, Hunter almost dropped the phone on the ground.

"Hey... Winston..." Hunter was so nervous that he had repeated his old problem, and was speechless for a long time.

I don't know if that bastard Owen was talking nonsense to Winston.

"Isn't the party over yet?" Winston said in his usual voice, not seeming angry.

"It's over... I'm leaving soon... Hahaha!"

"Lawrence Owen called me and told me to come and take you back to the hotel. He has other things to do."

"Oh... that's what he told you?" Hunter asked tentatively.

"Otherwise do you want him to tell me that you spent a hundred thousand dollars to sit in a room with a man for three hours and talk about love?"

Winston's tone was still so steady, but Hunter felt that the world had collapsed.

"I... was deceived by that guy Owen..."

Hunter hasn't felt like crying for a long time.

"I'll wait for you at the gate of the club. Come out."

Hunter sighed for a long time, turned around and waved to Nicky: "Hey, my friend came and let me go back. Goodbye."

"Bye." Nicky also waved his hand.

When Hunter walked away, he looked down at the shoes under his feet.

At the end of the corridor, the club's waiters came to guide the way, and the host of the party pushed the door open for him.

This made Hunter feel twisted.

Obviously when I followed Owen in, these people weren't so... polite?

The waiters at the door said "welcome next time" to other departing VIPs, but only said "goodbye" to him.

"Can't I come here again?" Hunter frowned, looking at one of the young waiters, and said dissatisfied.

Just because his annual salary is a fraction of what that villain, Lawrence Irving, is?

"Of course we welcome you to come back next time..."

"That's about the same." Hunter touched his nose and walked out.

"If the boss agrees."

Hunter didn't hear the latter supplement.

At the entrance of the clubhouse, there was a black Ferrari supercar parked with a familiar license plate number.

Wearing sunglasses, Winston put one hand on the car door, turned his face to Hunter and raised his chin.

That posture... It's a pity that there is no photographer, otherwise it would be the best picture of Ferrari.

"Hey..." Huntera opened the door and sat in.

Winston said nothing, but just left the car from the clubhouse.

"That guy Owen said he called you three hours ago... have you been waiting for a long time?"

"Are you having fun?" Winston didn't answer Hunter, but asked him another question.

"How could it be possible to be happy! I...I...Anyway, I was played by Lawrence Owen!"

There was no way for Hunter to tell Winston that he regarded a man as a woman.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: I was going to give you color, but I didn't expect you to confess to me while having an affair.

Hunter: Where do I have it!

Winston: Who said "his eyes are blue, like the color of a frozen transparent ocean, refracted by sunlight"?

Hunter: There are too many people with blue eyes!Don't be narcissistic!

Winston: Who said "He gave me purpose, he made me brave, he made me face things I didn't dare to face before, even though he showed me only a part of him, I still feel He is irreplaceable"?

Hunter: Marcus gave me goals too!

Winston: Well, I see.The next chapter will give you some color.

Hunter: ...