Could You Not Tease Me?

The delicate taste made Hunter feel that his irritated mood because he didn't open the butter just now instantly improved.

And Winston ate the remaining half of the meal bag.

Hunter stared at his lips, watching the tip of Winston's tongue protrude slightly from between the slits of his lips, and seemed to touch the corner of his lips slightly.

He remembered the picture of the guy biting his finger and touching the cigarette butt with the tip of his tongue when the two were smoking together.

There seemed to be a miniature bomb in his heart, which suddenly exploded, and his breathing stopped at that moment.

Don't watch, don't watch...

Hunter turned his face away.

But within a few minutes, Hunter still couldn't help turning his head. Winston's neat and slender fingers collected the lunch box and garbage, as if they had never been opened.

"What are you looking at?"

It was obviously a voice that had once felt cold, but now it was slow and soft, as if it was constantly dragging his thoughts into a certain unknowable gap.

"No...it's nothing..." Hunter rubbed his chin, "Is your guy's cleanliness a bit serious? The boxes of airplane meals have to be cleaned up so clean."

"If I was really a clean freak, you would have been deported like a cockroach." Winston squinted his gaze, as if he knew everything in Hunter's brain.

He stretched out his hand to Hunter's eyes, slowly spread his fingers, and said flatly, "Did you just look at my hand?"

"No...no..." Hunter felt as if his heart had been thumped.

"Oh, yes. What a pity."

"What a pity?" Hunter became curious.

The corner of Winston's lips raised Hunter's familiar smile again.

"I can let you touch it."

"Touch what?"

"My finger."

"I...I'm sick!" Hunter opened his eyes.

The heartbeat that had finally calmed down became disordered again.

"Or do you want to lick it?"

The voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but the gaze in those eyes was full of playful warmth.

"Ah... your narcissism has reached a new level." Hunter rolled his eyes at the other party, pulled off the blindfold, and continued to sleep.

From that moment on, he inexplicably paid attention to everything in the cabin, especially every move of the people around him.

He thought that he already knew much more about Winston than ordinary people, but only then did he realize that it was more than that.

The sound of Winston breathing, the unique trembling of him flipping through the newspaper, and Hunter could even imagine his expression at this moment in his mind... At what angle was his finger gently pinching which part of the newspaper...

Then the finger with a man's sense of strength and elegant arc pointed at his lower lip, gently squeezed into the gap, and touched the tip of his tongue... Turning his world upside down.

The flight attendant came to Hunter's side and took away the lunch box he put on the small table.

The other party just touched him lightly on the shoulder, and Hunter pulled off his blindfold as if startled.

"sorry sir."

Hunter gave the flight attendant an apologetic look.

"No... nothing..."

Can't sleep at all.

"What's the matter?" Winston's finger stretched out towards Hunter, it was getting closer, the knuckles of the index finger were bent, and it was about to brush against Hunter's cheek.

Hunter avoided it like an electric shock: "No... nothing! I thought the garbage in the lunch box fell on me."

"Garbage? Where did the garbage come from?" Winston turned his face sideways, his eyes slanted upwards, "You eat clean."

"...I continue to sleep." Hunter exhaled.

Better stop looking at this guy.

The more you see, the more you think.

"Then go to sleep." Winston pinched the underside of Hunter's blindfold with his fingers, and slowly pulled it off for him.

He held his breath, afraid that his breath would touch the other party and Winston would find out.

When Winston's fingers left, they visibly scraped the tip of Hunter's nose.

Hunter turned sideways, tilted his head to the other side, his chaotic thoughts sank after a few minutes, and Hunter breathed lightly.

Sleep allows him to temporarily put aside all unthinkable things.

It was morning when the plane arrived at Abu Dhabi International Airport.

Hunter got up in a daze, and pulled the luggage bag off the luggage rack.

He yawned, and seeing another passenger's luggage was about to fall on his head, Winston stood up suddenly, stretched his arms, and pushed Hunter's head down.

"Ouch!" Hunter met Winston's eyes.

"Be careful." The other party carried the luggage on his shoulders.

Hunter followed behind the other party and asked, "Hey, where does your team live?"

“Hotel near IELTS Harbor Circuit.”

After Winston stepped out of the plane, he turned around and waited for Hunter to follow.

"At this stop, do you still think you can break into the top five?"

Hunter pulled up his lips and smiled: "Yes, why not?"

The Yasi Port track includes high-speed sections and continuous sharp turns, and the race is at night, which is a test of the driver's ability.

Hunter can feel that his ability to judge the turning point and seize the opportunity is different from when he first entered Formula One.Coupled with the racing car debugged and upgraded by Shen Chuan and Shen Xi, Hunter's confidence in himself has never been so obvious as it is now.

"Then am I going to start preparing for the striptease?" Winston asked with a chuckle.

He seldom smiles to the media, even to the team staff, but for Hunter, his smile is no longer a novelty, but Hunter will still subconsciously look at it with his eyes seriously , Print it in your mind like a sculpture.

"Yeah." Hunter walked past Winston with the corners of his lips pulled, "Man... it's better not to set your goals too high."

"Why do you say that?" Winston walked beside Hunter.

"Because you are competing for the championship with Mercedes-Benz's Charles and Red Bull's Owen. They have dominated Formula One for more than ten years, and you stepped on top of them. Maybe they will unite and show you color. You still want to win the championship in this station, I think it is very difficult."

Hunter said in a gloating tone.

In the next second, Hunter's collar was pulled, and he almost hit Winston's jaw.

"Then I'll show you the big deal."

Winston's eyelids drooped slightly, as if pressing on Hunter's heart.

He let go, and Hunter staggered back half a step.

"Hey! You suddenly attacked me again!"

Winston left indifferently.

To Hunter's slight regret, the Ferrari team still chose a different hotel from the Marcus team this time.

Hearing that Ferrari's hotel crosses the track, I feel arrogant no matter how I think about it.

Hunter sighed, when will Marcus be able to breathe again?

"If you think that hotel is interesting, you can come to me and sleep with me."

"I don't want to sleep with you, I'll book another room myself! It's better than your room!"

"Really?" Winston glanced at Hunter like a kindergarten kid.

Hunter was immediately discouraged.

During the grand prix, the hotels near the track must be full, where can he book a room?

"I also promised to tell Ms. Wilson to come to the hotel for an interview." Hunter looked at the text message on his mobile phone and said, "I don't know if Ms. Wilson is staying in the same hotel as you."

"The free practice session doesn't start so soon. Or if you ask Marcus, set the interview address with Audrey Wilson at my hotel."

"Hey, Ms. Wilson actually told me to do a double interview. She wants to write a column about me and you. This idea is really interesting. Does your team have any objections?"

"If I agree, they won't have a problem."

How could Hunter have forgotten, Winston has a lot of say in the Ferrari team.

When Hunter called Marcus, Marcus looked nervous.

"Hunter...you answer me a question honestly."

"what is the problem?"

"Has the Ferrari team poached?"

After the last time Irving poached Hunter on behalf of Red Bull Racing, Marcus' vigilance not only increased a little.

Hunter suppressed a smile, pretended to be surprised and said, "You...how did you know?"

Marcus immediately exploded: "What? Is this true? How much annual salary do they offer you!"

"Two... two million..." Hunter covered his mouth, laughing like crazy.

"What?" Marcus was surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, after these few races, Hunter has become more and more brave, and even challenged Charles at the Suzuki track. If he really went to the Ferrari team, there might be some A wider space, "So... what about you? What do you think?"

"I...I... decided to follow you! So Marcus, you have to be nice to me! Hahahaha! How can a team offer me 200 million yuan to sign me!" Hunter's shoulders trembled as he laughed.

"Stinky boy! You are looking for death! Get out of here!"

"Then can I accept Miss Wilson's double interview with Winston?"

"You are not from the Ferrari team, why are you interviewing with Winston!"

Marcus didn't seem to think that what Hunter just said was a joke.

"Because there is a topic! And it's the first time I've come across this kind of interview!"

"You come back to me!"

"It's just that you don't want me to answer some questions, or you don't want me to answer them in my way! Let the PR manager come and see me! Otherwise, come and see me yourself!"

"You...you..." Marcus was almost stuttered by Hunter, "I just let you go to a hot spring with Van Winston, you even have to be together for the interview, do you want to talk about it together? In love!"

Hunter's heart was inexplicably scratched.

A little excited and a little disappointed.

Hunter subconsciously looked in the direction of Winston, who was also communicating with his team. Judging by his expression, the Ferrari team should have received an interview invitation from Audrey Wilson.

After hanging up the call with Marcus, Hunter shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly: "I seem to be joking around, which irritated Marcus. He disagrees."

"Actually, Mr. Miller, the manager of the Ferrari team, does plan to poach you. But the annual salary he offered was not 200 million, but 300 million."

"What?" Hunter's eyes widened, and he grabbed Winston by your shoulders, "What happened later? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Was it blocked by Marcus?

"I told Mr. Miller, if you get into Ferrari, I won't be able to race well," Winston said.

"Why? Isn't it good for the two of us to be teammates? Even daily training can be together!"

Hunter actually didn't want to go to the Ferrari team, but when Winston said that he would prevent him from racing well, Hunter felt inexplicably sad.

"Because that way, you are controlled by Ferrari. Such a large team is not as simple as the team you are in now. The performance of the Ferrari car plus your strength, catching up with Owen and Charles is just around the corner. They will let you go. Pressing the car, in order to keep my championship. I don't want that to happen at all." Winston said.

Hunter opened his mouth halfway, and suddenly understood something.

"When you achieve something, most people will praise Ferrari for its excellent performance and send you to the top driver's position. Your ability will be underestimated. But it is different in Marcus Racing. Your ability is in the media. In the mind of the public, superior to racing performance."

When Winston said this, Hunter was really not angry at all.

"And most importantly."

"what?"

"If you become my teammate, I have an excuse to take care of you. No matter where you are, I will wait for you and protect you. But you are such an independent person. If you are really taken care of by me on the track, It's going to explode."

For some reason, Hunter's ears turned red.

He lowered his head and stomped his heels on the ground.

"Actually, you've taken good care of me now."

"Let's go then. Since Mr. Marcus disagrees with the two-person interview, I will make it clear to Miss Wilson."

"Hahaha, yes. If you go to say it, she will definitely understand."

Because she has a crush on you!

After leaving the airport, they went to Yasi Island. Hunter bid farewell to Winston and met his team at the hotel.

As soon as Marcus saw him, he hugged him: "My God! I really thought you were kidnapped by Van Winston to Ferrari!"

"Nearly! He said he would give me a Ferrari supercar!"

"I can give it to you too!"

"When?"

"Waiting for your 20th birthday! Absolutely the latest model!"

"You are too despicable! 20th birthday...then I have to stay in the Marcus team next year!"

"You can also use the year-end dividends to buy it yourself!"

When Hunter saw Shen Chuan walking towards him, he immediately showed a big smile, and put his hand on Shen Chuan's shoulder: "This is the real reason why I stay in the Marcus team! I will go wherever Dr. Shen goes! "

Shen Chuan shook his head and chuckled lightly: "Don't drag me into the water."

At this time, Shen Xi poked his head and said: "Hey, isn't there a team that adds one-third of the annual salary to lure us away? Hunter also wants to go together?"

Marcus hugged his head: "Okay, okay! I know you guys are going to kill me!"

"Remember to give me a lot of dividends at the end of the year!" Hunter smiled and went to his room.

From his room, he could just see the scenery of Yasi Port, and the track was not far away, facing the hotel where Winston was staying.

Hunter couldn't help but wonder, if he set up a telescope, would he be able to see Winston?

What is this guy doing now?

Ah... He loves to be clean, so he must be in the shower now.

Hunter thought for a while, and sent a text message: I came to look for you at the door of your room, but I knocked on the door for a long time and there was no response. I'm going back!

Unexpectedly, within two seconds, Winston replied: Little liar, you never came.

Hunter covered his mouth and smiled, and quickly replied: Hey, you're not in the shower?

A text message from Winston came: Do you want to come over tonight?

Just as Hunter was about to reply to the other party, he suddenly remembered his agreement with Audrey Wilson, so he replied, "I'll take a look at Miss Wilson's interview arrangement. If I have time, I'll visit your room."

Winston replies: Good.

Hunter called Audrey Wilson, but he didn't expect her to be staying in the same hotel as the Marcus team.

So they made an appointment to meet at the restaurant on the top floor of the restaurant. Audrey specifically requested that Mr. Marcus not send a public relations manager or assistant to follow him. She hoped that Hunter could accept her interview in the most natural state.

The public relations manager and the public relations assistant came to Hunter's room and found that the guy was sitting on the bed in jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt, concentrating on playing match [-] games, showing a broken expression at the same time.

"Hunter! You are going to be interviewed by a well-known media person. Where is your suit?"

"Didn't Miss Wilson say that the interview should be completed in a relaxed state? And you have told me what you can't say, I remember it!"

"Hunter... You were not like this before! How much you wished to be interviewed by Audrey Wilson. You also said that she is the goddess of your dreams!" the PR manager said speechlessly.

Hunter was stunned...

Yes, Audrey Wilson interviewed himself, he was very happy.But this kind of joy is completely different from the feeling of anticipation in the past.

His mood is cheerful, but his state of mind is peaceful.

"I didn't bring a suit." Hunter looked at the PR manager.

"Oh...my god..." The PR manager covered his eyes.

So, in the end, Hunter went to the restaurant on the top floor wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans as standard.

It was a terrace shrouded in floor-to-ceiling glass, and Audrey Wilson had reserved that spot so that they could chat undisturbed.

She wasn't dressed very formally, the hem of the shirt was tied at the waist with a knot, and her lower body was also in jeans. The light makeup on her face made Hunter feel close and bright.

Once again, I was glad that I didn't come in a suit, otherwise it would be ridiculous to compare with Audrey.

Beside Audrey is a photojournalist carrying a camera.

"The light here is so good that you don't even need a light board." Audrey said with a smile.

Hunter sat down, looked at Audrey, and smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Audrey asked curiously.

"I... just remembered that a friend told me that he likes to see me sitting in a bright place. Then today I saw Miss Wilson sitting in a bright place. Everything about you is so clear, I can suddenly understand what my friend said to me. How I felt when I said that."

Audrey also turned her head and smiled: "I seem to understand your friend's mood. Because of Hunter, when you smile happily, even if there is no light around, it will make people feel bright."

Hunter's face turned red immediately, and even his ears turned red.He lowered his head halfway and touched the tip of his nose.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, please answer my question seriously and honestly. There is no PR manager or other people in the team looking at you at this moment. If you have anything to say, you can complain as much as you want."

Audrey's questions mainly focused on Hunter's Formula [-] career planning, strategy and judgment on the field, and the direction of FIA reform that Hunter expects, etc.

No matter what Hunter said, Audrey always kept listening carefully. Sometimes when Hunter didn't know how to express himself clearly, Audrey could always hit the core with a sentence.

It made Hunter appreciate her understanding.

"Okay, let's talk about professional topics first. Now let's talk about topics that fans are interested in. Almost all Formula One fans know that Ferrari's Van Winston has always been cool in public. You have hardly heard the news that he had an interpersonal communication with anyone before, but now you have become the officially recognized friend of Winston by the Ferrari team. How did you know each other?" Audrey asked curiously.

This question suddenly stumped Hunter.

Yeah, how did they know each other?

It seems like the first time I spoke to each other was in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix.

"What's the matter, Hunter?"

"Perhaps because... I am authentic and reliable, so Winston took the initiative to talk to me?"

It can't be said that he forgot to zip his pants when he was yelling at McGrady in the bathroom. Winston reminded him, right?

Audrey took out her mobile phone and said with a smile, "Actually, I interviewed Winston before interviewing you. The questions I asked were the same. Do you know how Winston answered?"

"How did you answer?" Hunter's little heart jumped.That Winston guy could say anything embarrassing and embarrassing. If the Spanish Grand Prix bathroom incident was made public, Hunter felt that he couldn't get along.

"He said..." Audrey pulled the corners of her lips, which gave Hunter a bad feeling, "It's unbearable for you to walk out with your trousers zipped open in the bathroom, so he Remind you."

Hunter immediately covered his eyes: "Why don't you be so honest!"

"Second question, have you ever imagined working with Winston in the same team one day?"

Hunter raised his head, and had only discussed this issue with Winston when he left the airport today.

"Yes, how could I not have thought about it? If we were in the same team, we could train together, go to races together, and have more time to learn and communicate with him. But... I am three or three years younger than Winston. Four years old. I am like a child in front of him. If I am in the same team, he will definitely take care of me and protect me, so that I will not grow up. Therefore, I would rather be his pure opponent on the track, so that I to really grow up.”

Hunter held the glass in front of him and said seriously.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: Actually, I don't want you to be my teammate because I'm afraid I can't help it.

Hunter: Why can't you resist?

Winston: Can't help but make you cry until you pass out every day.

Hunter: ...How many dark thoughts do you have in your head?

Winston: A lot.Do you want to come and see?