Could You Not Tease Me?

As soon as Marcus finished speaking, Hunter almost choked on his own saliva.

"You...you...what are you talking about? Are you crazy!"

Hunter immediately ran to search for the suitcase.He doesn't have the habit of cleaning his underpants every time he comes out to play, basically throwing them all the way.Marcus shouldn't have put his dirty underpants up for auction!Is there a lower limit?

"Hunter, what are you looking for?" Marcus asked puzzled.

"See if I have any shorts!" Hunter realized that he couldn't remember how many pairs he had left!

"Of course not less. I asked my assistant to buy it long ago." Marcus raised his chin.

The public relations assistant came out with a pair of tight black briefs and shook them.

"Huh?" Hunter said, pointing at it. "Are these my panties?"

"From now on, it will be. Look at this style, how flamboyant. There must be many female fans who like you crazy bidding!" Marcus said proudly.

I wipe!These guys are so dishonest!Even the underpants are fake!

"Do you think I'm Winston or Owen? Please don't embarrass me again! Let me tell you, I will never go to the dinner party!"

Hunter imagined the embarrassment of the audience when the auction host announced the auction target.

The people present were all celebrities in the business world, and Hunter felt that his reputation would be discredited, and he would not be able to hold his head up from now on.

"Don't worry, after my preliminary investigation, your pair of underwear has been sold for [-] dollars!"

"...Are you dreaming? Most importantly, those are not my underpants!" Hunter roared across the room.

Strangely, all the people present roared as if they hadn't heard it. Those who should tidy up the dinner gowns should tidy up his dinner gowns, and those who should comb his hair should comb his hair. Hunter was angrily in his heart: next year he must change the team!absolute!

The banquet hall of the Palace Hotel is luxurious and grand.

When Hunter followed Marcus in, he found that many people looked over, which made him pull his bow tie uncomfortably.

do not look at me……

Why are you all looking at me?

Hunter felt as if he was suffering from persecution paranoia, always feeling that the guests who were talking to each other were looking at him from the corner of their eyes.

Could it be that they were all laughing at Marcus when they found out that he had put his underpants up for auction?

What are you doing!

Can't you just auction off a normal t-shirt or something like a Ferrari charity dinner?

"Hey, little one... you've got a... appetite tonight."

Hunter turned his face away, and saw Owen holding a pocket in one hand and a champagne glass in the other, looking at him with a smile.

Owen did not comb his hair back deliberately like many male guests, but was casual but not messy, with a strong sense of fashion.His evening dress set off the lines of his shoulders and back. This guy was tall and straight with a hint of laziness, and his emerald eyes faintly revealed a hint of evil.

"Really? I see that you have no appetite."

Hunter deliberately turned his eyes away and looked around.

"Why, are you looking for Van Winston?" Owen asked with a smile.

Hunter didn't answer him.

Owen leaned against the table indifferently, lowered his head and smiled more obviously: "Hunter, if you get him, you don't have to keep chasing him with your eyes. You can hug him, kiss him, and watch him do it for you. You look like you can't help it."

He clearly told himself not to pay attention to every word Owen said, but Hunter's face was hot at that moment.

Hunter was about to leave quickly, but Owen grabbed his hem with his fingers.

"Hunter, I said I could get him for you. Are you sure you don't want to?"

"You...crazy!"

Hunter was about to shake off Owen, but Owen let go first.As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Winston following the team manager, Mr. Miller, into the venue, and immediately caught everyone's attention.

He was dressed in a pure black evening dress, his good figure, especially those long legs, could be seen at a glance.The edge of his collar is dotted with bright spots like fine sand, and whenever he walks, there is a faint light shining.The designer's ingenuity makes the low-key black vivid.

Unlike in the past, after Winston took the champagne from the tray in the waiter's hand, his eyes did not meet the oncoming large admiration, but swept across the audience and stopped on Hunter. .

The moment he saw Hunter, his eyes froze.

Hunter immediately turned his face to the side——bad!The dinner dress chosen by the PR manager was exactly the same as Winston's!

Hit the shirt!Although men's evening dresses are similar, their neckline edge design is special, and you can tell that they are the same style at a glance!

Hunter frantically complained in his heart: Why don't you just follow the retro style honestly!

However, Winston walked towards Hunter step by step, only hearing the slight sound of glass colliding, and the atrium was also filled with echoes.

As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Winston's gaze.

The sight made Hunter feel hot, and the blood hidden in the deepest part of his body kept surging up, as if it was about to burst out.

Winston brushed his knuckles over the shattered hair around Hunter's ear, and said in a voice only Hunter could hear, "It's a good thing they didn't give you hair gel."

"I don't like hairspray either."

"You looked sexier than last time at a Ferrari charity dinner."

"Are you complimenting your own taste? Our evening dresses are the same."

"Then next time, I will choose for you."

Winston got closer to Hunter, which made Hunter lean back subconsciously.

His body smelled faintly of an ancient dragon. He was obviously cold, but after entering Hunter's lung cavity, he wanted to burn.

Mr. Miller called Winston's name, and Winston said "Let's talk later", and the moment he turned around, he pinched Hunter's ear again.

Hunter realized that his ears must be red again.

"Guess what, what did he want to do when he saw you just now?" Owen's voice rang in Hunter's ear again.

This guy is never ending!

"Can you go play with others? I saw Charles there! Otherwise, ask Donald to play with you?" Hunter said helplessly.

Owen laughed muffledly: "He just wanted to take off your clothes."

"Because I clashed with him."

"Tear off your tie."

"what?"

"Pull off your shirt and do whatever you want."

Suddenly, Hunter remembered Winston's lower lip bitten by himself, and the mark on his neck.

"He wants to bite you into pieces and swallow you. There is no scum left." Owen's voice seemed to come out from between his teeth, with the intensity of crushing Hunter.

"You...you thought you were making a horror movie!"

Hunter walked away immediately.

Owen's laughter came, making Hunter want to turn around and beat him up.

Marcus had a very happy chat with several sponsors, and he waved to Hunter. These sponsors included luxury watches, well-known supercars, electronic communications, and even cigarettes.

Hunter just tried to squeeze out a smile and deal with them.

Time made Hunter feel like years passed, and he subconsciously looked for Winston.

His side face was still stern, but both his movements and his demeanor were decent and elegant, making Hunter want to appreciate it quietly.

The auction was about to start, the audience applauded, and what Hunter wanted to do most was to hide in the bathroom.

It's just that he hadn't taken two steps when he heard the host read his name: "The first auction item in tonight's auction is also of great concern to the Formula [-] fans present - Evan Hunter's Underpants!"

Hunter immediately covered his face, he felt that he had no face to play again!

The applause from the guests was more enthusiastic than before, and the laughter came as Hunter expected.

"Don't be embarrassed." A cool voice rang in my ear.

Hunter knew it was Winston.

"It's not your underpants that are being auctioned..." Hunter almost didn't cry.

"But those aren't your panties either," said Winston.

"how do you know?"

"You don't wear boxers, you don't know how to wear triangles. You are an insecure guy, and triangles will make you feel insecure and uncomfortable." Winston's voice was calm.

For some reason, the embarrassed Hunter raised his head.

He found that although everyone looked at him, their eyes were at least kind.

The price of the underpants was raised from $[-] to $[-]. Hunter was dumbfounded when he heard the price.

And it was Nicky who finally took the photo!

When did this guy come in?

Hunter was so absorbed in his embarrassment that he didn't even notice him.

Nicky was opposite Hunter, raising his brows and smiling at him. The "Beauty and the Beast" theme party entered Hunter's memory again, which was in stark contrast to Nicky's tough temperament today.

"Should I… should I tell Nikki that those aren't my panties?"

"What? You see he spent one hundred thousand dollars, so you want to give him a real one?" Winston asked back.

"how is this possible!"

"Then think about how he pretended to be a beauty at the club party and cost you a hundred thousand dollars."

Hunter wanted to cry a little, but Winston reminded him that he still owed him $[-]!

Then came the auction, including Donald, Owen, Shire, Enzo, Penny, some really weird.For example, the mask used by Charles and the toothbrush used by Owen.Hunter was genuinely skeptical, and Owen brushed the toilet with that toothbrush.

Finally, it's time for the auction of Ferrari's donated item - Winston's pen.

It was a pure black parka, it didn't look like any color, but it was full of intellectual and self-made taste.

Its base price was 1 US dollars, and it reached 15 in less than [-] minute.

Hunter opened his mouth: "My God... I still want to take a picture!"

He was sure that, unlike the counterfeit underpants that Marcus had provided, the pen must have been used by Winston.

"What did you film for?" asked Winston.

"Take a photo as a souvenir!" Hunter replied casually.

"Why commemorate?"

"Because...because I like your writing."

Hunter did not say that he kept all the bedside notes that Winston wrote to him.

"If you want to see what I write, I will write it to you. You don't need to buy this kind of thing."

Hunter's heart beat wildly again following Winston's gentle voice.

"You can really write anything?" Hunter smirked and rolled his eyes.

"Okay, just let me see your lower limit." The smile on Winston's lips clearly regarded Hunter as a child again.

At this moment, Nicky walked towards the two of them.

"Did you agree to wear the same clothes?" Nicky raised his eyebrows, "But your panties are mine."

Hunter felt a little embarrassed.

"You...that pair of underwear is not mine."

Nicky tugged on Hunter's collar lightly, turned his face and said seriously: "Of course I know it's not yours. You're so conservative, you should prefer to wear boxer ones."

Hunter looked at Winston aside, why can you all see that the pair of underwear is not mine?

Winston stretched out his hand and clasped Nicky's wrist. Nicky frowned and had to loosen Hunter's collar.

"If you really wore that pair of underpants, I probably wouldn't be able to take pictures even if I went bankrupt."

Nicky winked at Hunter and turned to leave.

When the auction was over, the dinner party entered the invitation to dance stage.

Quite a few guests with female companions had already slipped onto the dance floor, which made Hunter envious.

He subconsciously looked for any women he knew, and finally saw Audrey Wilson. He was about to step forward to invite Audrey, who was invited by a Middle Eastern oil tycoon and slipped onto the dance floor.

Marcus wants Hunter to chat with sponsors again, and Hunter sighs, can't he just let him enjoy the refreshments and music?

He backed away without a trace, out of Marcus' sight and search range, took a glass of soda water, and the seemingly exquisite snacks, and left the banquet hall.

The Palace Hotel is so big, he can walk around.If Marcus looks for him, he says he's lost.

Rows of vertical cabinets can be seen in the golden corridor, displaying unique Arabic handicrafts.

Hunter walked admiringly, and then his cell phone rang.

"Where are you?" came Winston's voice.

Hunter's lazy mood suddenly jumped up.

Finding that he was not at the banquet, did Winston look for him everywhere?

"I'm in...the corridor west of the hotel."

"I'm coming here."

Hunter touched the tip of his nose. There was no one else around, so Hunter became bolder: "Are you going to perform a striptease for me?"

"If you want to see it, of course you can."

The other party's voice was softer than before, as if breathing out in his heart.Hunter felt itchy, but couldn't catch anything.

"Underpants, too," Hunter added.

"The last time you caught me in the hot spring, you've been wanting to watch it, haven't you?" There was a faint smile in Winston's voice.

This guy really never knows how to be shy!

Footsteps were heard in the corridor, and Hunter saw Winston's figure walking in his direction.He grinned and deliberately hid by the side cabinet.

Winston frowned. He looked for Hunter, took out his mobile phone and dialed Hunter's number again, but the voice prompt showed that Hunter had turned off his phone.

Winston stopped, and said in a low voice that could be heard by most of the corridor: "Hunter, I know you are hiding on purpose. If you don't want to waste tonight, come out quickly."

Hunter pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled. He didn't expect Winston to dance him a striptease all night. When Winston turned his face away, Hunter stuck his head out.

Even though his voice seemed calm, Hunter could feel from the back of the other party that he was a little impatient.

Just as Hunter was about to step out, someone called Winston's name.

"I'll just say it's your voice, and Winston is here to help you..."

It's Owen, he's holding someone up, he seems drunk.

Winston stood there motionless.

"Hmm... Who were you talking about just now?" The guy who was drunk on Owen opened his eyes and asked vaguely.

"Winston." Owen sighed.

Hunter by the cabinet recognized that the guy next to Owen was Charles.

Didn't these two people never get along with each other? How could they get together?

"Winston...it's that stinky Winston..."

Charles broke free from Owen and suddenly rushed towards Winston, but was dodged sideways by the opponent.

"He's drunk." Winston's cold voice sounded, completely different from when he called Hunter just now.

"It's because he was drunk that I asked you for a favor." Owen supported Shire and sighed helplessly.

"I can not help you."

Just as Winston turned around, Charles suddenly stepped forward, hugged Winston, and pressed his face hard on Winston's back.

"Don't go...don't leave me...I really love you..."

Hunter felt like a bomb had dropped in his ears, buzzing.

What did Charles say just now?

"You're drunk." Winston pushed away Charles' arm that was hugging him, but the drunken Charles was surprisingly strong, Winston frowned and looked at Owen, "You want this farce to continue ?"

Owen spread his hands, "It's better for him to pester you than to pester me."

"Although I'm drunk...but I know you...I love you, I really love you...I've been fighting with you all this time just to...to make you notice me..." Charles' voice was full of Wronged.

Hunter was dumbfounded.

So... this is not drunken nonsense, but drunken truth?

Charles has always been in love with Winston?

"I'm divorced...I just want to be with you...please look at me...don't be with anyone else..."

Hunter was even more shocked. Could it be that Shire's failed marriages were just to attract Winston?

I wipe!Even the divorce is for him?

Is there a more childish way!

"Let go." Winston's voice dropped an octave.

"Don't be like this... Just now when Charles was drunk, he kept yelling your name. I thought he wanted to vent his anger on you after drinking, but it turned out that he confessed his love after drinking! It made me feel sad!" Owen said There was sympathy in the voice.

Hunter couldn't recover for a long time.

This is really shocking!Charles actually liked Winston!

"I know you have always liked strong men...you don't like Audrey Wilson's...that kind of artificial woman...you only see strong men..."

"This is my business. Please leave me immediately."

Winston used his indifference to reject Charles, but at that moment, Hunter's heart seemed to be pierced.

Undoubtedly, those who can be valued by Winston must be strong.

Whether it's Charles or Owen, they all have the strength to compete with Winston, but he doesn't.

He was just behind him, chasing him, looking up at him, being taken care of by him like a child.

I wanted to fill my heart with crushed ice.

Finally, Winston pushed Charles away violently, hitting Owen's body.

"Hello! Winston!" Owen sat on the ground with a clatter, and Charles sat on Owen's body.

Winston continued to walk forward, and saw Hunter when he turned to one side.

"You're hiding here." Winston walked towards Hunter.

For the first time Hunter thought about squeezing into the wall like this.

"Haha...you won't be able to see Charles' confession if you don't hide it!" Hunter deliberately made himself look gloating.

"Really?" Winston put his hand on the cabinet, and Hunter was about to leave from the other side, when Winston put his hand on the wall.

Hunter realized that he was squeezed between Winston's arms and the wall, so close that he could almost feel his breath.

Winston turned his face sideways, obviously just to see Hunter's expression against the light, but it looked as if he wanted to kiss him.

"Yes." Hunter replied affirmatively.

"Charle was not at all drunk, he held his drink well," said Winston.

"What?" Hunter raised his voice and looked in Charles' direction.

Owen sighed, got up and kicked Charles, who was sitting stupidly on the ground, with his toes: "Get up. You're wearing clothes."

"Damn it! Isn't my acting skills good enough?" Charles snorted and got up from the ground reluctantly.

"If you want to fool me, at least start from the first time you see me," Winston said.

"Damn! The confession just now was a fucking waste! It's so disgusting that I have goosebumps!" Charles gave Owen a hard look, "Your idea is useless!"

"How could it be useless? At least you disgusted yourself." Owen shrugged.

"I love you, I really love you. I've been competing with you all this time to get you to notice me." Winston looked at Hunter, and read out Charles' confession just now with his unique voice.

There was a certain strain and resistance in Shire's voice, but Winston said the same words, like a willing fall.

Hunter's heart was aroused high.

Winston lowered his head, looked at him, then turned his face to the side, and looked in Charles' direction: "I thought you were telling Lawrence Owen this confession under the guise of playing tricks on me."

His heart dropped, and Hunter became inexplicably disappointed.

"What...what! How could I! This line was made up by Owen! This guy said that if I make such a disgusting confession to you, we can see your reaction! Maybe it will make you next As soon as the station race saw me, I wanted to run away!"

Charles cried out.

Owen curled his lips with his pocket in his pocket: "Can you not tell me everything?"

"The point is that it doesn't work at all! This iceberg face has already seen through us! Your acting skills are so good, why don't you confess!"

"Because Winston knows that he can't be my pick at all. If I were really bent, I would also choose Hunter. He is cuter!"

"What! I wouldn't choose you even if I was bent!" Hunter suddenly knocked Winston's arm away, and came to Owen, "And what do you mean I'm cuter?"

"Wow, so cute." Owen smiled, and was about to pinch Hunter's face with his hand, but Hunter shook his hand away.

Hunter stared at Owen, but Owen didn't care.

He turned his face slightly, approached Hunter's ear, and said in a voice that only Hunter could hear: "Even if Charles' confession is just a joke, such confessions will happen again and again in the days to come. Wen Stone would say no the first time, the second time, the third time ... but one time, he would nod."

At that moment, Hunter's breathing seemed to be contained in his throat, and every cell in his body felt a dull pain.

He stood there in a daze, not knowing how to move his hands and feet.

Owen straightened up, stepped back to Charles with a smile, and stretched out his hand towards him.

"Cut!" Charles reluctantly took out a check from his pocket and slapped it into Owen's hand, "One day you will be killed by money!"

"That would be the happiest way to die."

It seems that Shire's confession is just a boring bet between him and Owen.

"Hunter." Winston's voice sounded, he clasped Hunter's arm and pulled him towards him, "What did Owen say to you?"

"It's nothing. I guess the FIA ​​dinner is too boring for this guy." Hunter squeezed out a smile.

And Owen walked back with Shire's shoulders on his shoulders.

Charles shook off his arm and said dissatisfiedly: "You bastard! You play the same trick every year, do you think others don't know?"

"That's why I changed you! I don't know when new people will join?"

"I think you want me to make a fool of yourself?"

"Actually... I took a picture of you confessing to Winston just now!"

"what?"

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: This pen seems to want to!

Winston: Are you sure?

Hunter: I'm sure!

Winston: I have another one, you come and get it with me.

Hunter: OK...Hello!Why are you hooking my sleeve with a pen!

Winston: Don't you want it?

Hunter: Why are you hooking my pants with a pen!

Winston: Don't you want it?

Hunter: Why are you hooking my underpants with a pen!go away!