Could You Not Tease Me?

Audrey was stunned, and asked with a smile: "It seems that you must have discussed this issue together, otherwise how could the answers fit so well?"

"Oh? What did he tell you?"

"He said that if you become teammates, the two of you may not be able to compete purely due to the team's game strategy. And in daily life, he is used to paying attention to you. Being a teammate will make him pay attention to you. The habit extends to the track, which will make him unable to concentrate on the race." Audrey paused, "Actually, I really never thought that one day, Van Winston would say such humane words."

Hunter smiled sheepishly.

"So in your heart, what kind of person is Van Winston?" Audrey was obviously looking forward to the answer.

"Winston?" Hunter lowered his head and touched his ears, as if thinking about what to say.

"Hunter, it's okay. At least Winston was very straightforward when he talked about his impression of you." Audrey smiled while holding her chin.

"Winston... has so many facets to me that I don't know how to describe it like you."

"Many sides? For our media, he has always only had one side."

Hunter smiled: "On the track, or in the face of all technical and strategic issues related to Formula One, he is rigorous, even objective to the point of being unreasonable. But when dealing with friends, such as me, He's very patient. Sometimes I feel..."

"What do you think?" Audrey showed an angry expression.

"I feel..." Hunter narrowed his eyes and thought seriously, "It seems that no matter what I do, he won't get angry. Sometimes I wonder where his bottom line is."

Audrey looked at Hunter silently, a hint of envy flashed in her eyes.

But Hunter noticed it the moment he looked at her.

As if you talk too much?

"You guys went on a trip together after the race at Suzuki Circuit. On the plane back to Tokyo from Sapporo, I didn't have time to talk about it. How was your vacation with Winston?"

"Wonderful! Winston planned everything, from transportation to hotels! Traveling with him is a no-brainer, I feel so relieved!"

"Wouldn't it be boring then? He's a strict man of few words."

"No. Did you know that on the way to Noboribetsu, he even took me to visit the Shiroi Koibito factory!"

Audrey froze for a moment, then turned her face and smiled.

"Chocolate factory or something... Don't you think it's a place where a father takes his children, or a lover?"

Hunter paused for two seconds, and then laughed: "It seems so! I thought so too at the time! Hahahaha!"

But at that moment, what Hunter thought of was Winston turning his face sideways, leaning down, approaching him, rubbing the soft and sweet ice cream with the tip of his tongue, and touching his tongue.

The heart throbbed uncontrollably.

"Alright, after asking so many questions, it's time to reveal Winston's answer." Audrey opened her notebook.

Hunter showed a nervous expression, and pressed his chest: "Ah... so nervous for no reason!"

"Hahaha, if you are all nervous, no one would dare to speak in front of Van Winston." Audrey showed a smile, "As for his impression of you, Winston's answer is very simple. "

"What is it? Can you stop being a secret?"

"He said that there is only one Evan Hunter in the world." Audrey said with a funny expression on her face.

"There must be a sentence in the back that will make people unhappy." Hunter tilted his mouth.

"Haha, you must watch him carefully, otherwise the simple-minded Evan Hunter will definitely be deceived."

Hunter raised his hands to cover his eyes, and sighed helplessly: "I knew it would happen."

"Okay, today's interview is over."

"Can I see how I look on camera?" Hunter looked to the photographer.

Audrey pressed Hunter's forehead with her finger: "Let's save the expectation until the end. Don't worry, we will leave the best shot for you."

"OK then."

Hunter reached out to bring the water glass over. He had just taken a sip when Audrey, who just got up and walked to his side, suddenly swayed and fell to the side. Hunter immediately reached out and hugged her.

"Miss Wilson, are you all right?"

"Thank you, your response is so fast." Audrey straightened up and thanked Hunter.

"well enough."

"However... everyone sees that you are young, but in fact you also have a mature and manly side."

"I like such compliments." Hunter smiled.

"I wish you good results in this race."

"Thank you."

As long as he enters the top five again in this race, Van Winston will strip him!Hahaha!

The more Hunter thought about it, the more he felt full of fighting spirit.

After the interview, Hunter entered the elevator and sent a text message to Winston: You are too much!He even said that I was easily deceived!

Winston's text came back quickly: interview over?Do you want to come over to my place for dinner?

Hunter touched his nose and told the nutritionist of the team that he was not eating in the team anymore.

"Don't eat in the team? The practice match is about to start, don't eat indiscriminately!"

"Winston said he would treat me to dinner. He shouldn't have given me diarrhea, could he?"

"Winston? How is that possible? Then you go, communicate more! By the way, let's see what the nutrition of Ferrari is like!" The nutritionist's attitude turned 180 degrees.

Hunter smiled and agreed.

Winston booked a table in his hotel restaurant.Because it was during the grand prix, there were a lot of people in the restaurant, and of course those who could stay in this hotel belonged to the upper class.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when Hunter arrived at the restaurant.

Just at the corner by the window, Winston propped his chin and looked out the window. Under the guidance of the waiter, Hunter walked towards him step by step.

Winston's profile reminded Hunter of moonlight.Although these are two completely incompatible things.Probably because at this moment, he looks noble but gentle, which makes Hunter feel unreal.

"Hey!" Hunter pulled out a big smile.

Winston raised his chin: "Sit down. I've ordered appetizers and main dishes for you. Before the game, you must ensure high calories to avoid cold and allergies, and you are not allowed to drink anything with bubbles."

Hunter shook his head: "Life is much less fun."

"Really?" Winston raised his hand and looked at his watch, nodding his head in a truly aristocratic manner, "Audrey's interview with you should have lasted at least two hours."

"Haha, yes. She has a lot of unique insights into Formula One. Chatting with her, I feel that she has opened up a lot of ideas. What about you? She admires you so much, she must have chatted with you for a long time, right?" Hunter deliberately used ambiguity looked at each other.

"Half an hour."

"what?"

"I gave her half an hour for the interview."

"So short?" Hunter's eyes widened.

This is indeed a top racer!He didn't pay attention to well-known media people at all!

"Otherwise, how can we give you enough time to chat with your goddess?" The smile on Winston's lips was shallow, but Hunter liked it very much.

"Hey. One of the two big dreams of my life has finally come true."

"Two big dreams? One is to be interviewed by a well-known media person like Audrey Wilson. What about the other?"

"you guess?"

"That's all you have in your head." Winston chuckled.

"Bunny Party!"

"Dream." Winston lowered his head and took a sip of water.

"What?" Hunter didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Didn't you like to collect Playboy since you were a child?"

"Hey... how do you know? Did I tell you?" Hunter scratched his head, why didn't he have an impression?

"They're still under your mattress to this day."

"When did I tell you?"

"What about you bunny party? Are you going to use all kinds of condoms?"

For some reason, Hunter felt that Winston's tone was a bit cold.

"Not anymore...I...want to have sex with someone I like." Hunter's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Like Audrey Wilson?"

"..." Hunter opened his mouth.

In the past, he could easily say that his dream lover was a woman like Audrey Wilson, but looking into Winston's eyes, he found that he couldn't even open his mouth.

"What's the matter?" asked Winston.

"I don't know what kind of person I will fall in love with. Many times... What a person falls in love with in the end is not necessarily what he expected. Just like my mother, what she always dreamed of was to marry a man like my father .Has a career, drive, and understands life. But in the end, she chose just an ordinary teacher."

At this time, the waiter brought up the appetizers.

Buttered asparagus is expensive in this desert-surrounded country.

"Eat."

"Winston..."

"what happened?"

"If...I mean if...one day you get married, will we still travel together?"

What he should have thought was that if one day he had another half, he should travel with his wife and children.But for some reason, he suddenly started to get scared.

Afraid that Winston would stop planning everything for him, that they wouldn't have the time to sit down and have a meal together even if there was nothing really to discuss, that he and he would go their separate ways.

Winston looked at him, there was no hesitation in those eyes, so firm that Hunter felt inexplicably guilty.

"If one day I get married, who else can I travel with besides you?"

Hunter smiled.

"Can I take that to mean what you said to Audrey Wilson, 'There is only one Evan Hunter'?"

"That's what it meant."

Winston handed Hunter the sugar-coated eggs on the plate.

Looking at the egg, Hunter suddenly felt very warm.

He likes sugar-coated eggs, even the nutritionist of the team doesn't know it, but Winston does.

"There is only one Vann Winston in the world." Hunter carefully scooped up the egg with a spoon and put it into his mouth.

Winston on the opposite side paused slightly with his fingers clinging to the knife and fork.

Outside the window is the famous IELTS Port Circuit.

At this moment, it is quietly like a graceful sleeping beauty, admired and yearned by everyone.

Hunter looked out the window, but what he was thinking about was Winston on the opposite side.Obviously he could not say a word, but he felt very comfortable.

It was almost 09:30 in the evening and Hunter had to get back to his motorcade.

Winston signaled to pay.

"I'm here this time."

Hunter was about to raise his hand, but Winston grabbed the back of his hand.

"I want you to give me something else."

"What?" Hunter was a little surprised.

Is there anything else that Winston doesn't have and needs him to deliver?

"If you drive into the top five in this race, the dividends given to you by the Marcus team should be enough for you to buy your home back." Winston said.

"Yeah." Hunter was a little excited in his heart, and there was a striptease!

"I want a spot in your garage for me."

After Winston finished speaking, Hunter's eyes became inexplicably hot.

This had been his plan.

This was what he wanted to leave Winston.Although this kind of thing may be far less valuable than a sports car of the other party, what he wants to give the other party is exactly what the other party cares about. Hunter doesn't know how to describe this feeling of being cherished.

"Okay." Hunter restrained his voice from trembling.

"And that Jeep of yours, which you promised me would be replaced."

"Haha, I bought the house. If I have extra money, I will definitely buy a good car."

"Hmm." Winston responded softly, and it fell on Hunter's heart, itching.

The waiter came to pay the bill, but Hunter handed over his credit card, smiled and said to Winston: "Remember? You paid for me in the supermarket, let me pay you back!"

Winston smiled lightly: "I don't remember paying the bill for you, but I remember once when I was shopping in the supermarket, I found that you removed the biscuits from the shelf, as if you had been peeping at me for a long time."

Hunter's nerves seemed to be flicked.

So Winston knew that he was standing in front of the shelf watching him?

"You didn't look at me, how do you know I've been looking at you for a long time?" Hunter raised his chin.

"I've been watching you for a long time. From choosing yogurt to choosing underwear."

"You...you...why are you looking at me?" Hunter's heart tightened again.

The feeling... that his acquaintance with Winston was like being planned by the other party made Hunter subconsciously nervous.

"Because it's stupid. When you buy yogurt, you only look at the taste, not the date." Winston lifted the tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Okay, it's late. I'll take you back to your hotel."

Hunter stood up: "I don't need you to send me back! I'm not Audrey Wilson... Hey, wait, did you know that I hugged her during the interview today?"

"why?"

"When she walked past me, she almost fell, and I helped her up. Although there is nothing to be proud of, I think my reaction is still very fast."

Hunter showed a smug expression.

Just as he walked past Winston, who was sitting in the distance adjusting his cuffs, Hunter suddenly tripped. He was so relaxed that he didn't expect it at all. He staggered forward and fell to the side, subconsciously wanting to grab He was sitting on the edge of the table, but someone hooked his waist.

The familiar sense of strength aroused Hunter's nerves, and he leaned towards the embrace, and those arms wrapped around him.

Hunter was shocked to realize that he was actually sitting on Winston's lap!

Many people around have already looked over.

"Is it like this?"

Winston's voice came from behind, and Hunter's shoulders tensed subconsciously.

The temperature of the other party, the breath of the other party, is like an invisible but massive invasion.

"Only...just..."

Hunter tried to defend himself, but his throat seemed to be locked.

"What do you want to say?"

Winston moved closer, his cheek seemed to be pressed against his body.

"That's not the case! She just didn't step on her high heels, so I supported her! I'm a gentleman! If I treated Miss Wilson like this, the photographer next to me would have smashed me to death with a camera!"

Hunter broke away the opponent's hand and stood up immediately.

"Oh, and the photographer, you must be disappointed."

Winston was still sitting there, looking up at Hunter halfway up.

"I... I don't have that kind of thought for Miss Wilson!"

"Hunter, your ears are red. You really don't have that kind of thought for Audrey Wilson?" Winston's voice was still very soft.

Hunter sometimes couldn't understand why this guy could always speak to him in this tone, why didn't he speak to others like this?

"I didn't! It's you who made me feel embarrassed!"

After speaking, Hunter regretted it.

"Oh, didn't I just want to imitate how you hugged Miss Wilson?"

"I didn't tell you that I held her on my lap!"

And there are other people in the restaurant who have seen it!

The legs are so long, they stretched out their legs and tripped me!

The curve of Winston's lips became more pronounced.

"Believe it or not, I beat you in this match!" Hunter held out his middle finger angrily.

"I'm looking forward to it." Winston finally stood up unhurriedly.

After paying the bill, Winston really wanted to walk Hunter back to the hotel.

"Hey...you don't have to do this. I can go back by myself. I can't, you send me back, and I will send you back, back and forth to Tianming?"

"Your ears are still so red." Winston said with a sideways smile.

"You are enough!" Hunter raised his hand and covered his ears.

Winston said nothing, but pressed the lift.

The two walked towards Hunter's hotel.

Unlike Hunter, who had his hands in the pockets of his jeans, Winston was steady, and every step he took was a kind of demeanor.

Hunter was a little confused, how did he get so close to Winston?

It started in the washroom at this year's Spanish Grand Prix... and paying for him in the supermarket, and later buying his baseball cap at a Ferrari charity dinner at a premium, and then his jeep broke down on the way home, Winston accompanied him to wait for the insurance company, and even allowed him to explode his Ferrari supercar...

They were not close to each other, in retrospect, it should have been... Winston had been close to him.

why?

Hunter looked at the back of Winston who had already walked in front of him.

Tall and slender.

And that figure stopped and looked back at Hunter.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Hunter walked past Winston quickly, then turned around and winked at him, "I was thinking about your striptease."

"Really?" Winston smiled and continued to follow Hunter.

"I will definitely be in the top five in this tournament. As for you...don't be beaten down by Charles or Irving."

Hunter said with a smirk.

"You are so confident."

Looking at Winston under the moonlight, Hunter said to himself: Isn't it you who makes me so confident?

Back in the hotel room, Hunter subconsciously opened the window and looked in the direction Winston left. What he recalled in his mind was the feeling of sitting on the other's lap and being hugged.

Peace of mind...even being owned by someone.

Hunter pressed his head hard, he suddenly wanted to get drunk in front of Winston, and then use his bad wine to do whatever he wanted.

This kind of thought made Hunter startled by himself. In order to adapt to the jet lag, he lay down in the quilt early, but half an hour later, he still didn't feel sleepy at all.

He regretted in his heart that he couldn't remember how he kissed Winston after he was drunk, and he was annoyed about his bad thoughts.

The mobile phone on the bedside table turned on. Hunter touched it and saw that it was a text message from Winston: Did you see the moon?

Hunter got up and opened the curtains, the silver moon in the sky seemed to be putting the earth into a plate.

He replied to Winston: I see, it's big and bright!

Winston: Good night, Hunter.

It was as if someone was speaking in the ear, like Winston's cool but soft voice.

At this moment, is he sitting on the head of the bed with a book on his lap and a mobile phone in his hand?

Good night, Winston.

After a few days of adaptation, the practice match began.

The weather here is hotter than the Suzuka circuit because there is less greenery and more wear on the tires.

At first, Hunter was still worried about whether the performance of the car could keep up, but before he got on the track, he saw Shen Chuan calmly directing the final adjustment, and Shen Xi squinted his eyes with a chocolate bar in his mouth and waved to him with a smile, "Bye ", such calmness reassured Hunter.

This was the first time he drove such a desert track in F1, but his driving was smooth and free, and the data at the end of the practice session eased Shen Chuan's frowning brows.

When Hunter drove the car back, Shen Chuan tapped Hunter's helmet with his fingers against the racing car: "Are you relieved?"

"Don't worry! Don't worry!" Hunter showed a big smile, "I checked the engine temperature, and you have solved the heat dissipation problem very well!"

"We have adjusted the heat dissipation parts to the maximum extent, including the heat dissipation fins of the brakes. Hunter, the wind direction of the IELTS port track is uncertain, and warming up is more difficult than ordinary tracks. This time, you have to prove that you are not only yourself, It also proves our entire engineering team and the entire team." Shen Chuan's eyes condensed a kind of strength.

Even Shen Xi who was standing behind him took out the chocolate and stared at Hunter blankly.

That kind of dedication is the same whether it is a driver on the track or an engineer off the track.

"I will." Hunter looked directly into Shen Chuan's eyes.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: If one day I get married, who else can I travel with besides you?

Hunter: Happy~

Winston: Because it must be you who will marry me.

Hunter: ...