Could You Not Tease Me?

"Why is he playing tricks on you?" asked Winston again.

"Probably because I rejected his offer. He came here for Red Bull Racing to see if I wanted to change jobs." Hunter told Winston without reservation.

"You're not going to Red Bull," Winston said.

"How do you know? If I want to go further, I need a strong backing. The Marcus team is far behind Red Bull in terms of technology and capital." Hunter said with great interest.

"Because you are a simple person, you value feelings more than fame and wealth. Marcus is kind to you. If he doesn't take the initiative to terminate the contract with you, you will not leave."

"Thank you for speaking so noblely of me." Hunter twitched his lips.

"In Marcus, you are the soul. But in other big teams, you are a tool. You will never allow yourself to be a tool."

Hunter paused for a long time before saying, "Thank you."

Thank you for getting to know me so well.

"And one last point."

"what?"

"After you were fooled by Owen, how could you join Red Bull Racing and let him keep fooling you?"

"...I don't want to talk to you for 30 seconds."

Hunter turned his face away, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Winston actually clicked the countdown timer on his phone, counting 30 seconds.

After 30 seconds, he spoke again: "During the interview, Audrey Wilson praised me as an attractive man."

Hunter ignored him.

Miss Wilson admires you, you are very proud!

"30 seconds have passed, you can talk to me."

"...Well, you are so attractive, do you need me to set off fireworks to celebrate?"

"I'm not sure, does her so-called charm really think I'm attractive, or is it just polite?"

Hunter frowned. He didn't think Winston would think about such a thing.

"Never mind her!" Hunter picked up his phone and started to have fun again.

Winston stretched out his hand and took his mobile phone away.

"Which part of me do you find most attractive to you?"

Hunter wanted to get the phone back, but Winston put it on the other side.

"You have charm everywhere!"

What's wrong with Winston?

He should not be interested in topics like whether he is attractive or not!

What stimulated you?

"Perfunctory." Winston held Hunter's mobile phone and hung it by the door of Ferrari with one hand, as if he was about to throw it down at any time.

"Hey!"

The car just stopped in front of the traffic light, and the red light was displayed for nearly a minute and a half. Seeing Winston put the handbrake down, Hunter unbuckled his seat belt, and rushed over sideways to get the phone back, but Winston did not expect He directly pressed him down with the other hand.

The face just hit Winston's leg like this, one side of the face, the tip of the nose seemed to rub somewhere, and then Hunter became extremely embarrassed.

Even through the slacks, Hunter could tell from the outline that little Winston was developing very well. Although he was quiet now, he was still not small in size, and he would definitely have a visual impact when he stood up.

"You put me up..."

"You answer my question just now, or we will continue driving in this posture. There are seventy seconds left at the red light."

my God!What the hell is driving in this position!There will be traffic police following you, okay?

Hunter struggled hard, and he even reached out to lift Winston's hand, but the other party's strength was great.

Even though they are both racing drivers with strong arms, Hunter doesn't understand why his two hands can't support the strength of the opponent's one hand?

"You...you are in good shape!"

Hunter closed his eyes and frowned, feeling that little Winston would suddenly stand up and hit him in the face.

"Little liar, I didn't show you off at all."

"Your legs are long... I can tell without you taking them off!"

"Not at all sincere. 50 seconds left."

"You're also handsome!" Hunter twisted his neck, but was still pressed tightly, and his head was directly stuck under the steering wheel.

It's fucking excessive!

"Oh? Where is he handsome?"

"Handsome fart! Let me up!" Hunter's ears turned red.

"If your head continues to move around, believe it or not, I will ask you to get it out for me?" Winston's voice was cool and threatening.

Hunter froze immediately.

Even if he knows that a man's little brother is actually very sensitive, even if it's just the friction of clothes, he will sometimes react, and he also knows that Winston will not really let him get it out for him, but it is still very deterrent.

"Think about it, what do you think looks good about me?"

"I think... little Winston must be very capable, so women like it!"

Hunter had an idea, he believed that there was no man who would not like such a compliment.

"I haven't tried it on you, how do you know? It seems that I want to teach your mouth a lesson?" Winston's voice rose slightly.

"Don't! Don't!" Hunter panicked.

"Then tell the truth."

"You...you have the prettiest eyes!"

Hunter shouted, and at that moment, Winston let go of his hand, and Hunter quickly straightened his back.

"seat belt."

Winston reminded.

Hunter wanted to rush out of the car even more, but... he didn't dare.

"How are my eyes beautiful?" asked Winston again.

"Good-looking is good-looking! How can there be so many good-looking?" Hunter's attention was completely on his mobile phone, and Winston put it on the other side, showing no intention of returning it to him.

He felt that Winston was not normal today - especially bad!

"I always thought you were good at speaking nice words. You can memorize "If I Have the Brocade of Heaven" after listening to it only once, and you can even think of writing a poem to Audrey Wilson. Why can't you describe my eyes well?"

Winston turned his face sideways, looking at him with the corners of his lips drawn.

This guy is messing around again!

Just tell me what made you upset about me!Can't I change it?

Or are you unhappy to have you take me all the way back to the hotel?

You don't have to come!I will take a taxi back by myself!

Although he can't understand the English spoken by the Japanese!

Wait... Maybe it was that guy Lawrence Owen who instigated discord?

"I didn't graduate from Eton!"

"That's it. I thought your on-the-spot performance was good, but it seems that sometimes you are not very good."

Winston parked the car in front of Hunter's hotel.

Hunter got out of the car, walked to the door and snatched his mobile phone back from Winston's hand, then walked into the revolving door holding his breath.

Winston turned his face sideways, watched Hunter get into the elevator, and then drove the car away.

His mobile phone was connected to the bluetooth in the car, and with a single click, an audio was played.

It was a conversation between Hunter and Nicky chatting in the room.

"...but his eyes are really beautiful. His eyes are blue, like the color of a frozen transparent ocean, refracted by sunlight."

It's just such a sentence, which is played repeatedly.

When he parked in front of his hotel, the waiter came to him and was about to park the car for him, but he didn't hand over the key to him for a long time... It wasn't until the audio was played three times in a row that he finally Let out a breath.

"I wanted to fix you at first. But I have no choice but to soften my heart after saying such a thing."

Back in the room, Hunter's heart was still beating fast.

Turning on the phone, he saw a text message from Donald, the content of which was an awkward sentence: Are you okay?

Hunter gritted his teeth, but then he thought about it, it's not like Donald didn't remind himself, but he didn't remind him very clearly.

He called back: "Hey, Donald, I'm having a blast, I'm having a good time."

"Oh...that's good! Just be happy! Are you ready to have sex now, kid? Or have you finished sex?" Donald sounded relieved, it seemed that this guy was really worried about himself.

"Hey, Donald, I ask you a question, please answer me honestly."

"what is the problem?"

"You are so nervous about me, have you ever been played by Lawrence Owen before?" Hunter opened the door, crossed his legs, and asked while sitting on the sofa.

"Lawrence Owen has tricked many people, but not including me." Donald's voice was a little smug.

"Who is there?" Hunter suddenly became interested.

"'Great White Shark' Shire! Shire and Owen have been at odds for more than ten years, why do you think?"

"Hey, let's hear it!"

"It's okay to tell you. Both Shire and Owen played for Lotus. One year in Las Vegas, the Lotus team had a pool party. Shire was only 24 years old and he was in the limelight. Talking and doing things are quite annoying, and pretentious."

"Well, what's next?"

Now 'Jaws' Charles is still in a bad temper.Although Hunter had little contact with the other party, he had heard a lot of this guy's domineering style.

"Owen found a few beautiful girls to hook him away from the pool party. They were about to have sex in the hotel room, but when they heard that Charles' pants were off, they realized that the girls turned out to be men! Haha Haha! You say it’s funny or not! The key is that one of the girls even took a picture of Charles’ expression on her mobile phone! That’s called life without love! Later it was posted on the Internet and became the most popular mobile phone screensaver back then!”

Hunter swallowed with a grunt, and suddenly felt that he was luckier than Shire.

"And Renault's Penny, Force India's Maiden has been tricked by him."

It turns out that the base is so huge.

Hunter's heart balanced.

"But Hunter... If you want to have sex with a girl, don't let her leave marks on you... and don't take photos as a souvenir, and don't mention it to anyone other than me when you go back. That... yourself Just be happy." Donald suddenly said seriously.

"why?"

"Someone will be angry and the consequences will be severe."

"Didn't you notice that you always say half of what you say, and then omit the other half that helps me understand correctly?"

"It's not that I only spoke half of what I said, but that you lack the ability to understand other people's hints." Donald said helplessly.

"Is there? What hint?"

"Sexual hint!"

Donald cut off the call as if losing his temper.

Hunter scratched his head, repeating the phrase "sexual hint" in his mind.

Is there any "sexual innuendo" in what Donald said just now?

It's over!Could it be that guy Donald is interested in me!

God, I am very envious of Donald's mature demeanor in front of women, but if he is interested in me, he will be depressed!

Just when Hunter was looking for trouble, a text message from Winston flashed on the screen. When he clicked on it, the content read: I will pay Owen back $[-] for you.

Hunter shook his shoulders, which meant that Owen must have told Winston what happened in the clubhouse.

Suddenly, I felt that I was more than a little low again.

He's now pretty sure that Owen's revenge for his rejection of Red Bull Racing wasn't just by not telling him Nicky was a man, but by calling Winston!

Hunter quickly replied a text message to the other party: I will pay you back when I get the year-end dividend.

Winston's reply was quick: on loan interest.

Hunter rolled his eyes, one hundred thousand dollars is nothing to this guy!

At this time, Winston's next text message made him almost fall off the sofa in shock: Is it okay for you to be a man?

"Sure enough! This guy knows about Nicky!"

Hunter stood up and walked around the room, and Winston's fourth text message also came: If it's okay for a man, sleep with me for one night, and one hundred thousand dollars will be written off.

Hunter read that text message countless times, and his heart seemed to be pinched.

Is this Winston mocking himself for being confused by a man, or is he... testing himself?When his fingers were editing this text message, was there a smile on the corner of his lips?

When the word "test" appeared in his mind, Hunter was frightened.

This meant that he was looking forward to Winston?

Hunter stared at the phone. What would Winston say if he didn't reply?Will ask him if he is angry?Or will he say "idiot" to let him know that everything in the text message just now was a joke?

The heart is beating fast.

Especially when he looked back at his double bed, it seemed as if a force was about to press him onto it.

But half a minute passed, and no more text messages came from the phone.

Wait, Winston said "a night's sleep".Both of them slept more than one night, Hunter, Hunter, why are you still scared by such a text message?

Since Winston entered Formula One, there has been no news of any relationship with women or even men.It's as if the man has no needs, either physically or emotionally.

Hunter smiled helplessly: "This guy's routine..."

Seriously you lose.

Hunter replied directly: Then you come.

By the way, I sent a cheap swish emoji.

At this moment, Hunter's cell phone rang, and Marcus' name was flashing.

It's over, it's over, this guy didn't know that he went out with Owen, so he went crazy!

"Hunter! Did you bring a suit!"

"Ah? Bring it!"

Donald has repurchased a suit since he was mistaken for a waiter at the last Ferrari charity dinner.

"Then put it on! Go to have a meal with me and McGrady. The other party is Mr. Narita, a famous Japanese car manufacturing industrialist! He will provide sponsorship for our team!"

"Then you'd better not call me. I'm not good at socializing, maybe I will piss off that Mr. Narita somehow!"

"Mr. Narita asked you to go! Your performance at Silverstone impressed him very much! Mr. Narita's English is very good, and we went to a Japanese restaurant with three Michelin stars! It's very delicious! If you don't want to talk, Just keep your head down and eat!"

Hunter sighed, knowing that sponsorship was Marcus' life.

"Okay, okay...I see..."

They got into the car that Mr. Narita had sent to pick them up.

Sitting next to Hunter was McGrady, and McGrady still had a cold face, which made Hunter a little uncomfortable.

But in such an atmosphere, Hunter felt uncomfortable if he didn't make any noise.

"I said McGrady... Do you think like everyone else that you ran off the track in the last race because Winston was yelling at you and trying to vent my anger?" Hunter asked.

Marcus, who was sitting in the front row, covered his face: Hunter, Hunter!Do you want to see Mr. Narita with panda eyes?

"Isn't it?" Maddy asked angrily.

"Winston is not that kind of person, really." Hunter explained sincerely.

"So it's because my technique is not good, not only was I caught in the lap, but I also rushed out of the track?"

Hunter opened his mouth, and finally said: "If it's Winston who kicked you out of the track, you can be comforted... then it's Winston who kicked you out."

"You—" Maddy's eyes widened.

But Hunter had an expression of "If this is not possible, then what else are you going to do?"

"Okay! If you two start arguing in front of Mr. Narita, I'll tell you to leave!" Marcus's forehead was already bulging.

Hunter shut his mouth and fell silent.

This is a traditional Japanese restaurant, and Hunter trembled when he looked at the low tables.

After that Mr. Narita stood up to greet them, Marcus took Hunter, McGrady, and the accountant and PR manager of the team to kneel down like Mr. Narita.

Even with the best food, this posture will still make his calf cramp.

Seeing Hunter's uneasy appearance, Mr. Narita smiled, and made a gesture to signal Hunter to sit casually.

Only then did Hunter exhale and straighten his legs.

It is undeniable that the food tonight is very delicious, which whet Hunter's appetite.

Most of the time, Mr. Narita was talking to Marcus and the accountant.

Not knowing what was said, both Narita and Marcus laughed.Narita looked at Hunter and suggested in broken English that Hunter should try Japanese sake.

Hunter was puzzled.

Didn't you say this guy speaks good English?Why can't I understand what he is saying at all?

"Haha, this guy is not yet 21 years old, and he can't drink alcohol in the United States." Mr. Marcus put his arms around Hunter's shoulders, looking like he was staggering and unable to find his center of gravity.

Based on experience, Hunter felt that Marcus should be drunk.

Mr. Narita once again extended an invitation to Hunter: "Japan's sake is famous all over the world. It's a pity that you didn't taste sake when you came here. In Japan, drinking at your age is legal."

McGrady glanced at Hunter, and muttered as if to say, "Sure enough, he's a brat with half-haired hair. He doesn't even dare to drink sake."

The hospitality is hard to come by, and the alcohol content of sake is similar to that of red wine. Under Mr. Narita's watchful eyes, Hunter drank a small glass.

The taste is refreshing, smooth, and pure, Hunter blinked.

Mr. Narita smiled: "Is it delicious?"

In this way, Hunter drank four or five cups in succession, especially when paired with fresh seafood dishes, he felt even more delicious.

Unknowingly, Maddie and Marcus had already collapsed on the table, only the accountant barely kept awake.

And Hunter gradually felt dizzy, and the world seemed to be spinning.

This feeling is a precursor to drunkenness.Different from the feeling of drinking strong alcohol last time, this time he felt that his nerves seemed to be awake, but he couldn't control his body.Especially when he wanted to pick up a piece of sushi, but couldn't.

Mr. Narita on the opposite side smiled and said, "Drunk, drunk, they are all drunk."

It seemed vaguely that they were saying that although sake was not as strong as Chinese baijiu, it was easy to drink, not to mention that they were drinking high-quality sake.

The phone in my pocket kept vibrating.

As soon as Hunter picked it up, the phone fell to the ground, and Winston's name flashed on the screen.

He pressed it for a long time but couldn't press it in the right place.

The accountant on the side connected him to the phone: "Hi, hello, I'm Vince, the accountant for the Marcus team. Are you looking for Hunter? He's drunk..."

"where are you?"

The chilly voice woke up the accountant's alcohol-dizzy head instantly.

"Tiger White..."

"Then I'll come here now."

"Thank you?" the accountant replied uncertainly. He glanced at Hunter who was in a daze with his chopsticks, and remembered that he had heard that this brat had a good relationship with Winston.

But when the other party heard that Hunter came over drunk, the relationship was too good, right?

But in any case, accountants feel that they need help.

Mr. Narita had left two assistants, but the Marcus team had drunk four people, and the accountant himself was faltering. It would be nice if Winston could come.

When Narita's assistant helped Marcus, McGrady and the PR manager into the car, the accountant was struggling to help Hunter up, but Hunter just swayed and didn't seem to get up at all.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: When do you find me most attractive?

Hunter: When you don't like me!

Winston: Then it seems that I have to give up such things as charm forever.