Could You Not Tease Me?

If it was someone else, it might be embarrassing now whether to turn around or how to apologize, but Hunter has no worries in this regard at all.

He turned around with his pockets in his pocket and smiled at the other party: "I'm just trying to ease the psychological trauma of that girl because she didn't buy your undershirt...ah, it was a T-shirt."

"Oh, really?"

Winston's voice was softer than expected, and the corners of his lips were slowly sunken, Hunter suddenly realized... The other party smiled, although the smile was shallow, but it was like a lonely eternal flower frozen in a glass ball Breaking through the confinement, slowly blooming...

"Then do you know why you are treated as a waiter?"

"For...why?"

Hunter never thought that the other party would talk to him, and the topic raised by the other party really interested him.

"Because you're like a child."

The smile became more and more obvious, and Hunter's pupils trembled.He had never seen Winston's smile, and he believed that all the media on the scene did too.

This made Hunter unclear whether the other party was teasing him or mocking him.

"So you must comb your bangs to make yourself look mature, so that you won't be regarded as a college student who came to work as a waiter."

Hunter looked at each other, and every word Winston said was inexplicably believable.

At this time, a waiter walked by with a tray containing mineral water and fruit juice.

Winston stretched out his hand, took the juice and handed it to Hunter, while the glass he held contained mineral water.

Not red wine, not champagne, but fruit juice... Was Winston laughing at his naivety, or did he know that he was not old enough to drink?

Wait...how could Winston care about his age?Or do you just think he must be small?

While Hunter was thinking, Winston dipped his fingers into the glass, soaked his knuckles, sank into Hunter's bangs, and brushed them up, exposing his forehead.

The opponent's fingertips gently pressed his scalp, making Hunter, who was about to retreat, subconsciously stop.

"For a dinner dress, it doesn't fit the waist."

As soon as Hunter raised his eyes, he saw the expression of Winston straightening his forehead with his face half up.

very focused.

I don't know if it's because his eyelashes are beautiful, so Hunter has a kind of illusion.

"Thanks...we...we should have only spoken in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix before?"

Why did he feel as if Winston knew him very well?

But the other party just looked at him silently.

This made Hunter even more confused.

At this moment, the voice of the auction host sounded again.

"The following is the Bison team baseball cap of Evan Hunter, a young player of the Marcus team in middle school! The starting price is five hundred dollars!"

Hunter turned his head in surprise and spread his hands: "My baseball cap! I didn't say it would be auctioned!"

He looked in Marcus' direction and asked him what was going on with his eyes.Marcus shook his head.

"It was given to me by my father..." Hunter was a little bit reluctant, but what he really cared about was why the starting price of Winston's undershirt was five thousand dollars, while his own baseball cap was only five hundred dollars?

The point is... no one will buy it!

Maybe some F1 fans present will be interested in the things of the racing driver who just entered Formula One, but the problem is that he has participated in three races without getting a point, and his things are not worth collecting at all!

This is really embarrassing!

Hunter was considering whether to leave quickly, as if he didn't exist?

Five seconds passed, and no one opened their mouths to bid.

Hunter rolled his eyes to the sky. He wouldn't buy the baseball cap back with his own money. Anyway, his father left too many useless things, so that baseball cap is not bad.

"Five hundred dollars!" Marcus probably felt sorry, so he offered five hundred dollars as a donation.

"One thousand dollars." Winston's voice sounded from behind Hunter, and most of the banquet hall looked over.

Everyone showed surprised expressions. They didn't expect that Winston, who hadn't said much at the banquet, would be interested in that baseball cap?

"Fifteen hundred dollars!" the big shark called Shire.

Hunter looked over suspiciously.

"Two thousand dollars," Winston said again.

The sound was obviously not loud, but the whole banquet hall suddenly fell silent.

"Two thousand and five hundred dollars!" The big shark raised the price again.

"Three thousand dollars," continued Winston.

Hunter suddenly felt that this was a contest between Winston and the big shark.Isn't it fun to compete on the field, and now it's time to throw money?

It's really falling in love and killing each other, money is unlucky!

Hunter suddenly felt a sense of superiority deep in his heart, that is - Winston and Shire are actually very naive!

Amidst the speculations and ignorant eyes of many guests, the price of Hunter's baseball cap has been raised to $[-] by Jaws Shire.

This allowed other people present to join the battle.

"Six thousand dollars!"

"Seven thousand dollars!"

Everyone felt that there must be something unique about an auction item that would allow two of Formula [-]'s top racing drivers to bid.

"Maybe this baseball cap was worn by a baseball superstar?"

"Maybe it's a limited collector's edition?"

Hunter was speechless: If it was what you imagined, the starting price of this baseball cap would not be five hundred dollars!

Soon, the price reached seven thousand dollars.

Shire the Great White Shark looked at Winston with a provocative smile.

The host of the auction and many guests also looked in Winston's direction.

His expression didn't change, he raised his hand unhurriedly: "Ten thousand dollars."

He looked over Hunter's shoulder to Charles.Even if the end of his line of sight wasn't Hunter, he could still feel the overpowering aura in Winston's eyes, and he was warning Charles.

After 20 seconds passed, no one made any more bids, and Shire looked at Winston with a smile, as if saying: "Fool, if you like it, you can take it."

"Congratulations to Mr. Winston for taking this baseball cap! I think everyone must be curious, is there anything special about this baseball cap?"

Hunter also nodded in his heart: Yes, yes!What's so special about this baseball cap!Tell me, I'll find you ten or eight!You don't need [-] dollars a piece, [-] dollars is enough!

"Because it belongs to Hunter," replied Winston.

All eyes rushed towards Hunter like a tide.

"Hunter? The owner of the baseball cap? Does he have anything to do with Winston?"

"He... seems to have only participated in three races, and he doesn't have a single point. He ranks in the middle and lower reaches!"

"But that racer is still young, I heard he's only 19 in a month... looks cute."

Hunter wanted to cover his face. He didn't expect that one day he would be recognized not because of the F1 Grand Prix, but because of a baseball cap.

"Are you crazy? Ten thousand dollars for a baseball cap?"

Winston walked past him unhurriedly, and said in a voice only he could hear: "If those are the underwear you wear, I can do it for 1000 million dollars."

Obviously, he couldn't hear the voice of emotional ups and downs, but it was like a match was struck in Hunter's heart, and it suddenly burned.

"What..." Hunter looked at Winston's back incomprehensibly.

Marcus walked up to Hunter, put his shoulders on his shoulders and said, "Hey! I don't see that you and Winston know each other!"

"No... we can't talk about knowing each other..."

"Then why did he pay so much for your baseball cap?"

"Because he has a lot of money." Hunter looked at Marcus with an idiotic look.

Such an obvious answer to ask why?

As for what Winston said before he left, Hunter automatically attributed it to the other party's casual joke.

After all, the number of times they met could be counted. If Winston had no problem with his head, how could he really spend tens of millions of dollars on his own underwear?

It's just... it shouldn't be an illusion—Fan Winston seems to be paying a lot of attention to him?

Thinking about it, Hunter felt that the dress on his body was indeed becoming more and more twisted.

After the banquet, Hunter was blowing the evening breeze and driving his little jeep on his way home.

Pulling off the bow tie and throwing it aside, he finally got his wish and unbuttoned his neckline.

Without restraint, this is life!

Hunter was humming "Lemon Tree" in his heart, and within three seconds of being happy, he heard a bang, the car stopped, and the front hood seemed to be smoking?

"Ah..." Hunter scratched the back of his head, got out of the car, and opened the front hood... Even as a professional racing driver, he felt that the situation was hopeless?

It seems that the insurance company should be called?

"The world loves me, and I love the world." Hunter shook his head and said helplessly.

He made a phone call and accidentally found a chocolate bar dropped under the passenger seat at some point.

"Well, it's not too bad luck." He unwrapped the wrapping paper, held it between his fingers, made a cigar-smoking pose, and entertained himself.

The headlights came from a distance and stopped just as they passed by his side.

A red Ferrari supercar stopped on the side of the road, the door opened, and Hunter's gaze followed the line of the other's long legs, followed by the restrained but powerful waist line.

The other party closed the car door neatly and walked towards him.

"what happened?"

His voice was like mint floating in the night wind, not as alienated as in the dinner party.

"Win... Winston..." Hunter immediately took the chocolate bar out of his mouth, pretending to be smoking a cigar just now... I guess he couldn't be more stupid.

"The cylinder is gone." Winston only glanced at it.

"Ah... yes." Hunter smiled, "I'm waiting for the insurance company."

"Okay, I'll take you back later."

"Huh?" Hunter felt that he had heard wrong.

But Winston had already calmly swiped his phone with his Jeep, as if the Ferrari on the other side of the road didn't exist at all.

Those who didn't know thought that Winston was in the same car as him!

Don't rely on my little jeep to pose for an advertisement!This is my car, not yours!

Who can tell me what's going on?

Hunter was holding the phone in his left hand and the chocolate bar in his right hand, fluttering in the wind.

"Chocolate bar, can I have it?"

Winston looked at the phone and asked.

"Oh, yes... just this one, I took a bite." Hunter was a little flattered.

"No problem, thank you."

Everyone said thank you, Hunter walked forward and handed the chocolate bar in the direction of the other party.

He originally thought that Winston would reach out to catch it, but he didn't expect that the other party just turned his face and half leaned towards him.

Hunter could clearly see between Winston's slightly parted lips, the tip of his tongue lightly pressed against the part of the chocolate, which was bitten by Hunter, his teeth seemed to be biting on Hunter's fingertips, with a soft sound Noise, the chocolate bar broke.

Sucking the chocolate in his mouth, Winston continued to look down at the phone, while Hunter's arm was still frozen there.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered Winston's smile at the dinner party that only he saw, and the sentence "If those are the underwear you wore, I can do it with 1000 million dollars", Hunter trembled. .

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Are you really willing to pay tens of millions of dollars for my underwear?

Winston: Of course.

Hunter: Then I'm going to buy a case to wear right now!

Winston: The premise is that I take it off.