Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunter froze for a moment, he remembered that Shen Chuan once said that Shen Xi never joked.

"You... really want me to hug you?"

"Hmm! I really want to know what it's like to sit on other people's shoulders, but brother doesn't have that much strength!" Shen Xi said with a regretful expression.

Shen Chuan turned his face helplessly.

Hunter smiled, and he clapped his hands towards Shen Xi: "What's so difficult about it!"

The strength of the racers is not small.

Hunter half lowered his body in front of Shen Xi, and easily picked her up.

This little girl is as light as a feather. I haven't seen her eat less snacks all day long, so why doesn't she gain weight?Or was she really consumed by her clever brain?

With a smile on Shen Xi's face, she hugged Hunter's neck, looked at her brother, and then slowly opened her arms.

"When she was young, I was able to carry her like this. Look at you, I'm going to spoil her." Shen Chuan shook his head.

"Hey, because Xiaoxi is cute!"

"No way, when I said I was going to strike you to death by lightning, you were obviously terrified, how could you think I'm cute?" Shen Xi, who was sitting on Hunter's shoulder, pushed his glasses and asked seriously.

Hunter paused, and suddenly didn't know how to continue.

Shen Chuan changed the topic for Hunter: "By the way, Hunter, there will be a dinner party at the Palace Hotel tomorrow night. Do you have a suitable dress?"

"...Do you think I seem to have one?"

Hunter let Shen Xi off his shoulders.

"It's okay, the PR manager probably expected it a long time ago and prepared it for you. Remember to try it tonight."

"I see!"

So this whole night, Hunter didn't fall asleep.

While holding his mobile phone, he turned on Xiaoxiaole, but his fingers didn't move.

Not only did I get No.4 this time, but I also competed with Charles and Winston!Such a big progress, such a big achievement, how come Winston didn't even have a phone call or a text message?

This uncomfortable feeling is becoming more and more obvious.

He suddenly remembered that when he got No.4 for the first time, he rushed in front of Winston, and this guy picked him up...

Hunter missed the feeling of being held high by Winston.

"So stupid." Hunter patted himself on the head.

He adjusted his mood, grinned badly, and sent a text message to Winston: "I got the No.4 substation! You got the third, this is the closest I've been to you!"

Winston, Winston, I can't believe you don't remember our agreement!

Striptease!Striptease!

Thinking about it, Hunter fell on the bed and rolled around.

Winston's text came at almost the same moment: Congratulations.

Hunter felt like a basin of cold water was being poured down.

that's it?

congratulations?

Who wants you to congratulate?

Hunter continued to press text messages angrily: Where is my striptease?

I won't give you this guy a chance to escape!

Unexpectedly, a few minutes passed, but there was no reply to Winston's text message.

Hunter threw the phone on the mattress and looked at it cross-legged, getting more and more unhappy the more he looked at it.

"what happened?"

But at this moment, in the bathroom of the interview room, Winston leaned his back against the door of the cubicle, raised his head, his throat seemed to be forcibly suppressing something.

"Winston! Are you in there? The media interview is about to begin." The voice of the public relations assistant came.

Winston gritted his teeth, he could feel the vibration of the mobile phone in his trousers pocket, the unique ringtone he had set for Hunter.

Every time the bell rang, the veins on his forehead became more tense.

He looked up at the bright lights above his head, but his eyes seemed to go elsewhere.

"Winston... aren't you inside?" The footsteps of the public relations assistant's departure sounded.

When the bathroom was quiet again, Winston let out a low breath in his throat, until the longing that was about to destroy him was briefly released, and a burst of power burst out.

He exhaled forcefully, but he kept clenching his teeth and frowning.

The text message notification sound belonging to Hunter kept repeating.

After more than ten seconds, everything finally unfolded.

He walked out of the bathroom, calmly tidied himself up in the mirror, and then faced the curious and expectant eyes of countless media.

There are many things to watch in this race. Although Winston did not win the championship consecutively, his high-level performance still made the eyes of the media full of admiration.

Most of the questions focused on technical and strategic aspects, as well as comments on the performance of Owen and Shire.

The reporters also knew very well that Winston would not answer questions outside of his major.When the media interview was halfway through, Audrey Wilson raised her hand: "In this race, you competed with your friend Evan Hunter eight times. It was thrilling, how did you feel at that time?"

Winston's rivalry with Shire and Owen has been with him almost since he entered Formula [-], but with Hunt it's fresh.The reporters looked very interested.But at the same time, they also believed that with Winston's cold personality, he was always reluctant to talk about other players.

Winston was silent for about two seconds. The other reporters were even prepared to be disappointed. Only Audrey Wilson was still standing there, waiting for Winston's answer.

"Purely from the perspective of driving skills, Hunter's performance is perfect. Compared with the previous races, the control of braking timing and control of the line, although the ranking has not been significantly improved, but His strength has reached another level."

Winston's face was calm, but the reporters were surprised.

It was the first time that Vann Winston had expressed his admiration for an opponent explicitly.

"When he was chasing after you, did you feel any pressure?" Audrey asked again.

"Hunter never puts pressure on me. He turns me on."

The reporters were surprised again, including Audrey.

She stared at Winston in a daze. His expression was so indifferent that the adjective "excited" never seemed to have anything to do with him.

The press conference was over, and Winston took out his mobile phone, which contained several text messages from Hunter: Hunter: Hello!Why don't you text me back?Are you scared?

Hunter: Striptease is your bet, you won't be embarrassed, will you?

Hunter: Why haven't you replied to my text messages? Did you drop your phone?

Hunter: ... If you don't want to dance, forget it, you can buy me a drink.

Hunter: If you can't drink, then take me on a short trip!

Winston half-closed his eyes, holding the phone in one hand and quickly pressing the keys.

It was the first time that Annie, the assistant who was walking beside him, saw him texting on his mobile phone all the time.

At this time, Hunter was sitting on the toilet having fun, when a text message popped up suddenly, he clicked on it, it was from Winston: You want to see my body so much?

Hunter's shoulders trembled, and the phone almost broke the screen.

He replied immediately: Who wants to see your body!

Winston's text message was so fast that it seemed that he already knew what Hunter would say: Then when I strip you, you must close your eyes and not look at it.

Hunter's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys trembled: Of course I want to see it!This is my right!

Winston replies: When is it your right to look at my body?

Hunter's ears turned red immediately, but fortunately Winston couldn't see it, otherwise this guy would definitely be more proud!

Exhaling a sigh of relief, Hunter replied angrily: I have entered the top five in three consecutive races, and it is my right to watch you striptease!

Winston still replied quickly: Then what color underwear do you like to see me wear?

Hunter suddenly remembered that in the Noboribetsu Hot Spring Hotel, he accidentally caught Winston's place... His fingertips seemed to be electrified, and he almost dropped the phone to the ground again.

Hunter gritted his teeth and replied: Do you have any rainbows?

Winston replied: Little liar.You obviously like me in black.

Hunter tilted his head: Why is it black?

Winston replied: The visual impact is strong.

"Visual impact? What visual..." Hunter understood what the other party meant, and almost threw the phone away.

Obviously he won the bet, but why is he always at a disadvantage?

Not happy!I'm so upset!

Two seconds later, Hunter grinned and replied: Black is not the most visually impactful, not wearing it is.

There is a kind of you saying that you will take it all off and show me!

Who knows that Winston replied: OK, I see.

"Okay? You get it? What do you get!"

Hunter really hates the other party's way of speaking!

At this time, Winston's text message came again: Shall we have breakfast together tomorrow morning?

Hunter looked at this text message countless times. He was annoyed just now, but now he suddenly felt warm.

He replied: OK.Are you on a media interview?

Winston replied: The interview has been over for more than ten minutes.

Hunter rolled his eyes skyward, the interview is over, why are you still texting me for so long!I won't call directly!

The next morning, it was rare for Hunter to sleep in late.He put on his sweatshirt and trotted to the restaurant of the hotel where Winston was staying.

It is the best choice to bid farewell to the IELTS Port Circuit while having breakfast here.

When Hunter walked into the restaurant and subconsciously looked for him at the place where he had dinner with Winston last time, he saw Winston's arm wrapped around Audrey Wilson's waist.

Hunter froze there.

He saw Winston lower his head and say something almost in Audrey's ear, and Audrey's face immediately turned red.

Someone walked up to Hunter and said in a clear tone: "Being pursued by an excellent woman for too long, it is hard for any man not to be attracted, unless he is not straight at all."

It was Lawrence Owen.The guy appeared to be staying at the same hotel as Winston.

At this moment, for some reason, the last person Hunter wanted to see was him.

"Haha... yes..." Hunter said with a smile on his face.

"You laugh so ugly." Owen snorted softly, "Imagine that one day, Winston will have breakfast with another person, go on a trip with another person, and tell his unknown emotions Another person, can you really laugh?"

"Hey! Don't say it...as if...as if I like Winston!"

Hunter's heart beat violently.

Owen was joking.

He is playing tricks.

This guy has always liked to play tricks.

"Don't you like him?" Owen looked sideways, "You were looking for Winston just now, right? You know your expression is like my first love looking for me at the gate of the amusement park on the first date look." Owen's voice was full of teasing and ridicule.

"You're so boring." Hunter frowned.

Let's hope the fellow doesn't talk nonsense in front of Winston!

Owen put his pocket in his pocket and leaned his face in Hunter's direction: "Actually, if you really like him, I can teach you how to get him."

At this moment, Audrey had already left Winston's side. She raised her head, with an unnatural expression on her face, and walked towards the exit of the restaurant stiffly.

When she glanced at Hunter inadvertently, she immediately turned her face away, which made Hunter feel strange.

At this moment, Winston also saw Hunter. He frowned and moved his long legs. Before Hunter could react, Winston walked between Hunter and Owen.

"Owen, I thought you had already left the port of IELTS." Winston's voice contained a coldness that Hunter had not heard for a long time.

"I still like it here very much. But don't worry, I won't disturb your breakfast time with Little Hunter."

After speaking, Owen turned and left comfortably.

But his words "I can teach you how to get him" echoed in Hunter's mind clearly like a magic voice.

"Are you still talking to Owen, aren't you afraid that he will play tricks on you?" Winston asked.

"I also happened to meet him. I saw you talking to Miss Wilson just now, so I didn't come forward. What did you say? Are you going to make an appointment for an interview?" Hunter immediately changed the subject.

"Nothing. Let's have breakfast."

There was no clue on Winston's face, but Hunter became disappointed.

Even if Audrey Wilson comes to you every time it's just those things, it's not "nothing".

What's more, you still hugged her.

At the same time, Audrey, who had entered the elevator, folded her arms and let out a long breath.

She deliberately came to this restaurant for breakfast today, just to "meet" Winston.

Winston today is completely different from when he faced the media.

He was holding a newspaper in his hand, flipping it gently, with a softness between his brows.He occasionally looked in the direction of the restaurant entrance, as if waiting for someone.

She deliberately wore a pair of high heels today, walked past him, pretended to sprain her ankle, fell in his direction, and fell into his arms as she wished.

His arm was very steady, which made her deeply feel the strength and security of a man, but when his cold voice sounded, Audrey knew that everything would not develop in the direction she expected.

"Is this how you let Hunter hold you up?"

"I……"

Winston's words were so direct that Audrey couldn't say the next sentence.

"Hunter looks childish on the surface, but he is a real gentleman in his heart. But I am different." Winston pushed her away from his side without hesitation, "Don't get close to Hunter just to get close to me .You are a senior media person, you should have your professionalism."

Her face suddenly turned red.

"sorry."

She quickly left his side as if fleeing.

She felt a deep sense of shame when she saw Hunter coming in through the entrance.

Although Hunter was a little depressed, when Winston picked out the German sausage from the spaghetti and pushed it in front of him, he was suddenly not depressed at all, and happily chatted about the dinner at the Abu Dhabi Palace Hotel.

"I heard that the hotel is often used to receive heads of state! Isn't it particularly magnificent?" Hunter asked with great interest.

"The hotel is a bit big, just don't get lost." Winston calmly took a sip of juice.

"I won't get lost!"

Hunter's heart skipped a beat when Winston's lips touched the rim of the glass and the juice spilled between his lips.

"What are you looking at?" said Winston.

"No...it's nothing...I was just wondering what kind of juice you were drinking." Hunter found an excuse at random.

I don't know when it started, but Hunter found that he liked looking at each other more and more.

Maybe there are many women in this world who have more delicate facial features than Winston, and are more exquisite and undulating than him, but Winston's unique temperament has always attracted him.

Just as Hunter hurriedly lowered his head to eat spaghetti, the man opposite suddenly handed the glass in his direction, his voice was as soft as the morning light outside the window.

"Taste it and guess what juice it is."

He pinched the cup with his beautiful fingers, and the elegant ups and downs of his wrist bones gave Hunter an urge to treasure it.

He propped his chin with his other hand, and although he didn't smile, Hunter felt warm.

Hunter opened his mouth slightly to catch the rim of the glass, and Winston extended his hand even further, tilting the glass, and the juice seeped into his lips.

It was a sweet and sour taste, and Hunter became inexplicably attached to it.

"What kind of juice do you think?" Winston's voice sounded again.

"Hmm... I can't guess."

He clearly tasted the taste of apples, but Hunter deliberately didn't say anything.

Winston chuckled: "You have such a dull sense of taste."

"No! Isn't the taste of fruit all sour and sweet? I'll take another sip!"

Winston took another sip, and Hunter stared blankly at the cleft of his lips, as if his own thoughts had become that glass of juice, flowing into his lips and lingering on the tip of his tongue.

"Okay." Winston stretched his arms again patiently, and Hunter leaned towards the other party. He could reach out to take the juice, but he pretended to hold a knife and fork and let Winston feed himself.

"Taste it?" asked Winston.

"Apple juice! It also smells like papaya!" Hunter pursed his lips and said.

And your taste.

"Probably so. I don't like quinces much," said Winston.

"Then give me a drink."

"Would you like some juice?" asked Winston.

"Why can't I want to drink juice?" Hunter asked back.

All he wants is the cup.

"I'll get you something else to drink," said Winston.

"What can you give me?"

I don't want to drink other juices, I just want your glass!

Winston raised his hand, and the acclimation student came over, "Please order me a glass of cherry juice."

"Why cherry juice?" Hunter asked dissatisfied.

"You don't think cherries sound like 'cherish,'" Winston said.

Hunter's heart seemed to be held by the other's beautiful fingers.

"I... I'm not a woman! What are you cherishing!"

Hunter immediately yelled under cover.

"Cherish me and you now. This is the first time I have ordered cherry juice for others. So..." Winston looked straight into Hunter's eyes, "If I find out, you order cherry juice for others ..."

"Why..." Hunter suddenly recalled guiltyly that he was smoking with a woman outside a bar in Montreal. At that time, he was trying to attract that woman just like Winston, but he was discovered by the other party on the spot.

Although Winston didn't say anything at the time, he always felt ashamed.

"I'll fix you well."

"How can you fix me?"

"Why don't you give it a try?"

"Still...forget it..." Hunter said spinelessly.

"Is the evening dress ready?" asked Winston casually.

"The public relations manager will prepare it for me. They should also do my hair or something."

"Pity."

"What a pity?"

"They're sure to put gel on your hair."

"...Then you can't use water, your hair is easy to fall." Hunter touched his bangs, he hadn't cut his hair for a while, so it grew long again, "Hey, do you remember? In Ferrari At the dinner party, you put my hair up for me!"

"I remember, your hair is very soft."

"Really?" Hunter raised his hand and pinched his hair, "I wanted to cut myself just now."

"That's fine. It's too short."

Hunter laughed: "Tricky? It sounds like you have to touch my head every day."

Winston made no reply.

Hunter winked his eyes and leaned towards the other party: "Don't forget your striptease!"

Hunter thought he could see a different expression on Winston's face, but there was still no sign of dew on this guy's face.

"I haven't forgotten."

"That's it? You don't even have an embarrassed expression?"

Hunter was disappointed.

Winston imitated Hunter and approached: "If you feel embarrassed, you will lose."

As soon as Hunter, who had spaghetti in his mouth, looked up, he saw Winston lowering his eyebrows, with a slight smile on his lips.

After breakfast, Hunter followed the convoy and left Yasi Port for the Palace Hotel.

This is an eight-star hotel, located on the Arabian Gulf, with a private beach of more than one kilometer in sight, complete facilities, and gorgeous interior decoration.

Hunter had a feeling of being blinded.

Once at the hotel, the PR manager started fitting Hunter, and Marcus even actually hired a makeup artist.

"I just have a little freckles...don't exaggerate so much..." Do you want to put thick powder on his face?

"Hunter! My Hunter! Don't you know you're a top driver now?" Marcus said, looking at him.

"...I've always been a top-notch driver, never changed." Hunter shrugged.

"Well, four months ago, you were the last 'first class driver', and your name could not be seen on the standings! But now, you are a driver who can compete with Winston and Charles! The most important thing is that you are not yet 20 years old! You have to pay attention to your image!"

Hunter's eyes lit up: "I am a driver who can compete with Winston and Charles!"

"Yes! This is a dinner held by the FIA, and there will be many sponsors of Formula One! Let them see your best!"

As if he didn't hear what Marcus said, Hunter continued to sigh: "I am a driver who can compete with Winston and Charles! But my annual salary is only 25 euros!"

Marcus covered his eyes and let out a long sigh: "Hunter! We signed a supplementary agreement before Abu Dhabi! Now excluding dividends, your annual salary is already 250 million!"

"Oh! Is that so!" Hunter laughed.

The next race is in the United States, and he is going to buy back his father's villa!

At this time, the assistant came over and signaled Hunter to take off his T-shirt and put on a custom-made shirt and dinner dress. Hunter came to the mirror indifferently, and when he saw himself for the first time, he couldn't help but sigh: "I'm so handsome." ah……"

"Of course you're handsome! Did you know your fans have a dedicated website just for you? Did you know that Audrey Wilson interview is going to be on TV tonight? I saw the demo and you're so cute There will definitely be many women who will fall in love with you!"

"The sample is out? It's going to air tonight! Can I stay here and watch the interview?"

"No!" Marcus firmly refused him.

"I hate dinner parties... please don't auction anything again... it's so boring..."

"Yes, there is indeed an auction tonight, and the proceeds will be used for research on environmentally friendly fuels."

Hunter let out a long sigh: "What are you going to auction off of mine?"

"Bottoms."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Hey, what kind of underpants do I wear that have the most visual impact?

Winston: No.

Hunter: ...I am actually discussing this issue with you so seriously...

Winston: I answered you seriously.