Could You Not Tease Me?

"You know. Asking him out to dinner, then pinning him down on the Japanese-style floor with a bang, isn't it exciting?"

"Haha...it's very touching." Hunter touched the tip of his nose, "The person you want to throw down is right behind you."

"Huh?" As soon as Audrey turned her head, she saw Winston standing there with a luggage bag in one hand.

"Hey! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Audrey pretended to be angry and thumped Hunter's shoulder.

"Hahaha! Of course it is to let your male god know your intentions!" Hunter showed a wicked expression.

Deep in his heart, he couldn't help feeling envious of Winston again.

Then... there was an inexplicable sourness.

"Miss Wilson." Winston lowered his chin, with that polite expression again.

Hunter lightly bumped Winston's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "If you have the ability, you can play a hooligan again!"

"Are you sure?" Winston asked in a low voice, expressionless.

"It's still not necessary." Hunter had a hunch that the unlucky one would definitely be himself.

"You... are on vacation together?"

"Well, yes. Let's go to Noboribetsu to soak in the hot springs!" Hunter replied with a smile.

"No wonder your skin looks good. Now I have summed up an experience."

"What experience?"

"If I want to interview Winston without an appointment in the future, what I need to ask is not the person in the Ferrari car, but you."

"Hahaha! Yes, from now on when you interview me, you must write nice words! Otherwise, I won't give you inside information!" Hunter blinked.

They lined up to board the plane, and after entering the cabin, Hunter found that Audrey was in the same row as them, but separated from Hunter by the aisle.

Hunter put the luggage for Audrey very gentlemanly.

"What was it like traveling with Winston? We journalists hoped and dreaded interviewing Winston."

"Why?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Because he can always put all the reporters in the cold after a good performance."

"Hahaha!" Hunter laughed, and glanced at Winston beside him.

This guy is still the same as when he came here, reading the newspaper, the expression on his face is like a static sculpture, and he can't be connected with the guy in the hot spring hotel running the train with his lips hooked.

"We're really looking forward to a few more words from him."

Audrey looked in Winston's direction.

Winston obviously knew how Audrey felt about him, but he had no intention of talking to her at all, and only occasionally gave polite answers.

Hunter leaned towards Audrey and whispered: "If this guy really chats with you, he will always have a way to make fun of you and embarrass you. Forget it."

"Teasing and embarrassment?" Audrey glanced at Winston, "Isn't it possible?"

Hunter shrugged.

At this time, a flight attendant came over with a beverage cart.

Hunter felt someone tugging on his collar, pulling his upper body out of the seat back.

At this time, the beverage cart was pushed past.

"By the way, I originally contacted your team to conduct an interview with you, but Mr. Marcus said that you were on vacation, and it turned out that you were with Winston. I don't know if we can conduct an interview with you when we arrive in Tokyo." Interview?"

Just as Hunter was about to answer, Winston, who had been silent all this time, said, "We will fly directly to Abu Dhabi when we arrive in Tokyo."

"Yeah, what a pity." Hunter scratched his head.

For some reason, Hunter felt that Winston's impression of him had changed since he met Audrey.

Of course, the Winston at this moment was closer to the impression others had of him.

"Then when we arrive in Abu Dhabi, can I interview you first?" Audrey's eyes were very sincere.

"Oh, good. If there's nothing special going on with the team, it should be fine."

"Then it's settled."

"Ok."

Many passengers on the plane were resting, and Hunter couldn't continue talking with Audrey, so he closed his eyes and meditated.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the newspaper next to Winston seemed to have never been turned over?

Audrey took the mineral water from the flight attendant and tried to wring it out.

"Hey, this bottle of water is really tight."

"I'll help you." Hunter took the water and turned it on with a light twist.

Then, Winston next to him finally turned the pages of the newspaper, and the sound of the pages shaking was heard.

Hunter curiously moved his head to see what Winston was looking at.

"Entertainment version? Do you watch this?"

Which singer is holding a concert again, which star is getting divorced again, which movie may hit the Oscars, Winston probably won't pay attention to these things.

Winston did not answer Hunter, but put away the newspaper and put it in the bag in front of him.

Hunter scratched his head in confusion, as if Winston was in a bad mood?

Winston folded his arms and closed his eyes.

Hunter felt strange in his heart.He deliberately took out the newspaper again and carefully checked the contents inside.

The first page is that the U.S. economy is developing, the second page is that people around the world seem to be doing poorly, the third page is the professional economics page that Hunter can't understand at all, and the fourth page is the entertainment section... Not interested stars at all.

What was Winston unhappy about?

Suddenly, Hunter narcissistically imagined that Winston felt left out because he had been chatting with Audrey since she appeared?

The more I think about it, the more I feel like it.

Although Hunter felt that Winston was the only one who snubbed others, and no one could snub Winston, this kind of imagination gave Hunter an inexplicable sense of superiority.

He spread out the small table board in front of him, tore open the newspaper, folded it in half, and rubbed it again. Even Audrey beside him couldn't help but wonder what Hunter was doing.

A few minutes later, Hunter poked Winston with his hand.

"Don't make trouble." Winston turned his face away and leaned against the window.

Hunter poked him again.

Winston slowly opened his eyes, and saw Hunter stretching out a paper rose in front of Winston.

"Hua Hua is here for you, don't stop talking to me."

Winston seemed to be taken aback, then turned away.

Hunter stretched his head over, as if wanting to confirm the other person's expression.

"Are you smiling?"

Winston still did not answer.

But Audrey on the other side was stunned.She had really never seen anyone get along with Winston in such a natural way.

Winston pushed Hunter's head away with his hands.

"Don't make trouble."

It was still the same, but even Audrey seemed to be able to hear the faint smile in the other party's voice.

"Then talk to me." Hunter pinned the flower in the bag in front of Winston, and forcibly sent the newspaper rose out.

"What do you want to say?" Winston finally looked at Hunter. Although he still had no expression, Hunter was sure that the other party's mood had recovered.

"...the food on the plane is not good," Hunter said.

"You can write complaints and suggestions." Winston continued to close his eyes and meditate.

"You said, can I take out the parachute and have a look?"

"Do you want to be kicked off the plane?"

"No. But I haven't even parachuted."

"After the Abu Dhabi stop, go to Dubai to dance." Winston's voice was flat.

"I can't jump. If I pull the parachute late, will I fall to my death? Or am I passed out in mid-air?" Hunter pressed his head against the front seat, as if he was bored, so he said something casually Talking, just to make the people next to me speak too.

"I'll dance with you."

"Why do you know everything?"

"Tell you to shut up and go to sleep, and I won't."

"..."

Well, go to sleep.

Hunter leaned back on the back of the chair. He looked sideways in Audrey's direction, and she gave him a slight smile.

Hunter felt healed by Winston's frozen heart, closed his eyes, and fell asleep not long after.

He tilted his head, sideways in Audrey's direction.

There was a slight bump in the plane, and he fell to one side.

Winston, who had kept his eyes closed, reached out and grabbed Hunter's head, and placed him on his shoulder.

A familiar breath flooded Hunter's nostrils, and he subconsciously nudged towards Winston.

Winston's fingers touched his forehead lightly, Hunter stopped and continued to sleep peacefully, and Winston also turned his face sideways to lean against the window and continued to sleep.

Audrey who looked at them was surprised.

She knew that Winston had always treated Hunter differently, and even among so many drivers, Hunter was the only one who made Winston talk about things that had nothing to do with racing, but this kind of Winston was completely beyond Ao Dai beautiful imagination.

Hunter slept all the way until the landing announcement sounded.

After the plane landed, the passengers left the cabin one after another.

Hunter took off the luggage for Audrey, and Audrey smiled: "Hunter is really a gentleman."

"Haha, if I'm not a gentleman to you, I'll be killed by Marcus."

"Call me when you arrive in Abu Dhabi."

"of course."

Just as Hunter was about to follow Audrey out, his back collar was pulled again.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Winston carrying the luggage bag in one hand and the rose folded out of newspaper in the other.

"what's wrong?"

"Take it." Winston handed the flowers to Hunter.

"what……"

"Get it in Abu Dhabi. If you drop it, I won't talk to you again."

"Are you serious?"

"What do you think?"

"..."

Only then did Hunter realize that Winston was not easy to coax.

When they were walking in the transit passage, Hunter passed by a trash can, and he was about to throw the rose into it. Winston looked back at him as if he had eyes in his back, and looked at him coolly: " What do you want to do?"

"...I...let me move my hand...hahaha!"

Hunter twisted his shoulders and smiled dryly.

"If you throw away that rose, I'll buy you a thousand newspapers and let you sit on the plane and fold them slowly."

"Impossible!" Hunter shouted without thinking.

"Impossible? Don't you know that I am a super VIP of this airline?"

Meaning, it would be easy for him to ask the airline to prepare a thousand newspapers for Hunter.

Hunter suddenly felt that the airline was so pitiful that it had to meet all the perverted demands.

He took the rose back resentfully, and followed Winston with his head down.

"Can't I break one for you after I get off the plane?" Hunter sighed.

"For example, if Mr. Marcus suddenly wanted to propose to a woman one day, he rushed across the road in front of the woman without preparing anything, and bought a diamond ring for the woman impromptu. Later she Lost the diamond ring, and Marcus ordered another one for her. Which one do you think is more important to her?"

"...Marcus has been divorced many times..." Hunter couldn't grasp the point of Winston's words at all.

"Let me ask you, which one do you think is more important to that woman?"

Winston approached Hunter, looked him in the eyes and asked.

"...the first one."

"why?"

"...Because the first one is the real engagement ring, and the second one...is like a substitute?" Hunter frowned.

Why do you ask him such a question!

"Because the first ring was an unthought-out, completely intentional expression. And the second ring wasn't just a replacement, but ... it was deliberate and deliberate," Winston said.

"Okay...okay...then what does this newspaper flower have to do with the engagement ring?" Hunter shook the newspaper rose in his hand. It had already lowered its head and was on the verge of falling.

"For me, it's the first engagement ring. It's an impulse, an instinct without thinking. Everything else is perfunctory." Winston turned away.

Hunter stood there stupidly, looked down at the paper flower in his hand, and followed behind him speechlessly.

"The problem is that it's just a flower folded out of a newspaper...it has nothing to do with a proposal ring! Otherwise...after the competition in Abu Dhabi is over, I'll go to Dubai and order a super big diamond ring for you, okay? good!"

"Are you going to propose to me?" asked Winston, turning.

"...you can use it to propose to others."

Hunter prayed to God in his heart, anyone can, quickly tame this man!

But within half a second, Hunter regretted it again.

If someone really subdued Van Winston... Does it mean that there is no one to accompany him on a trip like him?

Then... before he finds his sweetheart, let Winston be single like this!

"Then you should still carry the flower."

Winston turned around. His legs were already long, not to mention that when he deliberately quickened his pace, Hunter followed very hard.

"Hello—Winston!"

Hunter felt very cheap at this time, why did he fold paper roses when he was on the plane!

At this time, someone bumped into Hunter. Because he kept looking at Winston, he couldn't dodge in time, and the paper rose in his hand was completely smashed.

Hunter was dumbfounded there.All he wanted now was for someone to give him a newspaper so he could snap out a new one before Winston turned around?

He looked around, and when he wanted a newspaper, he couldn't find it!

Fate is so cruel!

But Winston looked back at this moment, and Hunter thought why he hadn't been struck to death by lightning sooner?

"Yes... I'm sorry..." As soon as Hunter raised his hand, the rose fell down.

Some passengers were dragging suitcases, and the wheels ran over them.

Hunter stood there stupidly, not knowing whether he should go to pick it up.

At this time Winston walked back slowly, lowered his body, and picked it up.

It has completely lost the shape of a flower and is scattered.

"You know...you barely give me anything?"

As soon as Winston opened his mouth, Hunter's heart seemed to be submerged in sea water.

"This is the first time you've bothered to give me something."

Winston lowered his eyes.

Hunter wanted to say: If you think it is important, you can keep it yourself, why should I keep holding it up!

But the words did not come out.

"I think you've been holding it as if the process of you giving it to me has been stretched."

Winston turned around, stuffed the squashed paper flower into his pocket casually, and walked forward.

Hunter's heart seemed to be hit by something, and he subconsciously ran after him.

Winston has been silent the whole time, and Hunter can't even see any emotion in his expression.

This feeling reminded Hunter of the expression on his face when he met Winston on TV or occasionally passed him before he first met him in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix... as if They never met.

They boarded the flight to Abu Dhabi, obviously very close, but Hunter suddenly felt very far away.

From placing the luggage, to fastening the seat belt, to the plane taking off, Hunter knew that Winston was really mad at himself.Well, they won't mention "breaking off" after they made an appointment. Maybe Winston will treat this matter as non-existent in a short time. Even Hunter half-understands the logic of Winston's anger. But he didn't want Winston to pretend not to be angry afterwards.

He has always been the childish and self-willed person, so if Winston becomes self-willed once in a while, can he... be tolerant and even "coax" him?

Then Hunter was depressed... What can he use to coax Winston!In terms of dealing with people, it seems that he is a sunny Hunter, but in fact Winston is more respected than him for being able to solve problems.Speaking of common sense in life, he is simply a rice bug waiting to die, but Winston can plan an impromptu trip in an orderly manner.

Who is coaxing whom...

Hunter felt inexplicably desperate.

It had been two hours since the plane took off, and Winston had not said a single word to him.

how depressing……

He leaned his forehead against the front seat, turned his face sideways, and tugged at the other party's sleeve with his fingers.

Winston turned his face away from Hunter entirely.

Ah... For a person who never gets angry, it is really troublesome to get angry!

"You ignore me, I'm sad..."

The other party was still silent.

"Do you know that before I met you...I wouldn't be angry if McGrady pissed me off?"

Still no one paid any attention to him, Hunter continued to ask and answer by himself.

"That time in the hotel lobby, when McGrady teased me, I was so excited that I couldn't speak...it was because you were by my side. I don't want you to hear bad things about me from others."

Hunter lowered his eyes, and he didn't want to see Winston's expression.

"My bet with McGrady...it's not that if he breaks into the top six again he will stop teasing me...it's that he can't use you to tease me anymore. But I only got eighth at Silverstone, so I cried gone."

Hunter's voice was muffled.

"I'm telling you the truth, are you still angry with me? Maybe you think it's important that I rarely give you something, isn't it because I gave it to you? If it's someone else in your team If it’s for you, do you still think it’s so important? I’m the one who origami roses, but you think I’m not as important as paper roses.”

Hunter felt extremely depressed.

Ten seconds later, a cool but soft voice sounded.

"There are not many truths in this world. The sad look of you with your head down is indeed more precious than roses folded out of newspapers."

Hunter didn't look at him, but raised his fist and hit Winston on the shoulder.

"you do this delibrately."

"Yes."

"why?"

"I want to see you struggling and feeling sorry for me." Winston's tone was so natural.

Then, the corners of Hunter's lips curled up, he said nothing, put on the blindfold, tilted his head, and was ready to sleep.

"I thought you were going to blow up."

Winston's fingers gently raised Hunter's blindfold, and the light shone in. From this angle, Hunter could just meet Winston's eyes through the gap.

Warm, like a blue that is about to melt.

"I have nothing to give you. So, I have to give you a little bit of willfulness."

"What willful rights?"

"Look at my right to be entangled and sad because of you. No one else can do it." Hunter grinned.

"Thank you." Winston raised Hunter's blindfold higher with his fingers, and he leaned over. Hunter could see his lips more clearly, "My king."

Winston's fingers left, the blindfold fell back over Hunter's eyes, and all was plunged into darkness.

But Hunter knew that his heart was beating violently.

Thank you then, my king.

my king.

A voice unique to Winston.

Hunter suddenly became irritable and turned sideways.

It stands to reason that he should be able to fall asleep as soon as he touches the pillow, but at least for a few minutes, those words echoed in his mind.

After finally falling asleep, the flight attendant started distributing food again. Hunter raised his blindfold with a lack of interest. The appearance of the Emirates airline's in-flight meal was alright, but... it wasn't full.

Hunter finished his plane meal and began to think about whether to eat the bread too.

Obviously his fingers were quite strong, but he couldn't tear off the wrapping paper on the small box of butter sauce.

At the back, he bit the edge of the wrapping paper with his teeth... As a result, the edge was bitten off by him, but the wrapping paper was sealed on it.

Hunter threw the small butter box back into the lunch box, raised his head halfway and sighed regretfully.

Isn't it just a little butter... It's fine if you don't eat it, it's a waste of so much energy...

Suddenly, he remembered what Winston had said to him in the hot spring hotel: open the condom, six calories.

His face was about to turn red, but Winston's voice came from next to his ear.

"Ah." Winston raised his chin and made a gesture of opening his mouth.

Hunter turned his face to the side and watched Winston's fingers pinch the small lunch bag and touched his lips.

Hunter subconsciously opened his mouth, and when he bit down on the lunch bag, he realized that there was already butter in it.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: You are my king.

Hunter: Where is the king's prerogative?

Winston: Origami roses for me.

Hunter: No!

Winston: Sleeping on my shoulder.

Hunter: You can have this!

Winston: Pushed to tears by me.

Hunter: No!reject!reject!