Could You Not Tease Me?

"Who are you going to hit me? Am I dreaming?" Marcus asked.

"You are not dreaming." Shen Chuan clapped his hands calmly, "Now organize and collect the data!"

"Dr. Shen, don't pretend to be calm! I saw you laughing just now!" Amanda, the assistant engineer, suddenly shouted.

The whole team burst into laughter again.

Shen Chuan turned his face to the side and smiled: "Okay, I allow you to celebrate first."

Hunter who crossed the finish line was still panting, his pent-up heartbeat was not fully released.

Everything seemed to be going backwards, and he saw the red Ferrari Winston's arms stretched out in front of him, making a "follow me" gesture.

Hunter was well aware that the gesture was not to his Ferrari team-mate, nor to Owen behind him, but to him.

I'm finally getting close to your territory, right?

The whole process of standing on the podium was a circle for Hunter.He didn't know what the people around him said, and he didn't even know if he was smiling or not.

All he knew was that Winston was holding his shoulders, tight.

Too tight to be real.

The shutter was crackling, and Hunter saw the enthusiasm of the media like a tide.

The post-match interview was like an explosion, and Marcus was almost destroyed, and various live shows followed, as well as an invitation to Hunter's advertising endorsement.

After these few games, Hunter has been portrayed by the media as a resilient transcender in adversity, and he is young, authentic and full of vitality.

Many female fans said that Hunter's smile is contagious.

Shen Xi and his brother stood in front of the TV and watched the live interview.

"Brother... Do you really think Hunter's smile is contagious?" Shen Xi said with an inquiring expression.

"Infection is just a subjective feeling." Shen Chuan replied.

"No wonder... because I only see stupidity." Shen Xi sighed.

In the corridor, Owen whispered while holding Hunter's shoulders: "Boy, you can do it, and stepped on the great white shark."

"Ah? What?" Hunter turned his face sideways, just in time to meet Owen's eyes full of schadenfreude.

"Come to my room tonight, and I'll help you again." Owen blinked, let go of Hunter's shoulders, and walked forward.

Hunter exhaled, although he was not the champion of the sub-station, he felt as if he was still stepping on cotton, which was unreal.

He subconsciously looked for Winston, only to realize that Winston was clearly confirming something with the PR manager of the Ferrari team, but in fact he had been looking in his direction.

At this moment, Winston raised his hand to the PR manager, motioned him to wait a moment, and then walked in front of Hunter.

Hunter had expected Winston to say something affirmative or encouraging to him, even if it was an embarrassing joke like before, to let him know that all this was true, but the first time Winston came to him The sentence was: "When did you get so familiar with Lawrence Owen?"

"Huh? Owen?" Hunter then remembered that he seemed to be "shoulder-to-shoulder" with Owen just now.

"Now you are not afraid of being played by him at all. Or is it because he is beautiful?"

Such a question was completely beyond Hunter's expectations.

At this moment, Hunter's cell phone rang, and Winston took the cell phone directly from his hand. The content of the text message showed that it was from Owen, but Winston did not open it to read it.

"When you were in Dubai, who did you text every day?"

asked Winston, looking Hunter in the eyes.

These problems are different from what Hunter imagined.

Isn't it time to celebrate with champagne?

And... Winston found out...

Owen just put his arms around his shoulders, and Winston could think that the person he was texting was Owen?

"Why don't you talk?" Winston leaned forward, and Hunter stepped back, but was held down by the shoulder.

Calm down, Hunter.

There's nothing wrong with you texting Owen.

"Because Owen taunted me... so I told him I was going to deflate him or Shire... I did it, so he just said a few words to me and sent me a text to congratulate... I don't know him well... ..."

It was true anyway, and he wasn't lying.

"Okay." Winston pressed the phone into Hunter's arms, turned and left.

Hunter sighed, why is Winston still so lukewarm?

He clicked on Owen's text message: See you at 1826 Hanjue Hotel tonight.

See you soon!

Hunter suspected that this guy had deliberately grabbed Winston's shoulders in front of him!

The media interview after the game was very long, the reporters were very excited, and Hunter had a headache.

Regarding his feelings about this game, Hunter uniformly answered with "I don't think it's true". Coupled with his sincere and sincere expression, he won the favor of the media.

When reporters asked him what his next goal was, his answer was still: "I want to catch up with Winston."The answer without thinking made the reporters laugh.This kind of laughter does not mean that he is naive, but more like the child he watched is growing up step by step, and has been chasing his dream and never giving up.

After finally squeezed out of the media conference, that guy Donald called himself very enthusiastically.

"Hey! Brother! What's the plan for tonight?"

Hunter replied completely automatically: "Are you throwing a party?"

"Party? Don't you think about partying, okay? The game is finally over, of course it's time to eat and drink! My teammates and I discovered a super delicious baked pizza shop! Owen and Shire also joined We are here! Get Winston to come with you!"

"Huh? Owen and Shire are here too? You still want me to call Winston? Do you think there is not enough fighting on the track, and you have to fight each other with pizza?"

"Look at Owen and Shire who are at odds 90.00% of the time, but [-]% of the time they have a tacit understanding to the point of mutual anger. In fact, it was Owen who suggested calling you and Winston! Come together!"

"Okay, I'll ask him."

He said so, but he was a little nervous in his heart.After all... After accepting the award, Winston seemed unhappy because of his relationship with Owen!

Hunter also wondered from the bottom of his heart what would happen if Owen and Shire ate pizza at the same table?

"Hello, Winston? Donald invited me to eat pizza, and Owen and Shire... Do you want to come together?"

"I will have media activities in the news center at eight o'clock." Winston's voice was faint, and no emotion could be heard, which made Hunter even more frustrated.

"Oh... forget it then. I'll send you the address, and if you can come, come and sit down."

"Ah."

After the phone was hung up, Hunter touched the tip of his nose and sighed.

Well... maybe actually fold a thousand paper roses to coax him?

Hunter came to the pizzeria Donald said alone.This store is not big, but it is filled with the aroma of thick cheese pancakes and mouth-watering fillings.

This was a dining table for six, and the moment Donald saw Hunter was like seeing a savior: "You finally came? Didn't Winston come?"

"He has a media event at eight o'clock."

"Is that so...wasting the knowledge I taught you so earnestly under the table." Owen sighed and shook his head.

Hunter immediately remembered what Owen had said to him, if two people sat face to face, and they would touch Winston's calf, if Winston didn't hide, to some extent, he would accept Hunter's request. hint.

But Winston didn't come...

"What knowledge under the table?" Charles, who had been sitting next to Owen, raised his head and asked, "Or are you lying to the child again?"

Owen immediately put on a serious look: "Cheat a child? Am I that kind of person?"

"Hehe." Charles lowered his head and continued to play with his mobile phone, expressing his doubts about Owen's character with a laugh.

Donald and his teammates, as well as Hunter, remained silent.

Yes, you are such a person!

It didn't take long for the pizza to arrive, as well as various snacks and beer.

They clinked glasses of wine, only Pepsi was in front of Hunter...

Charles laughed loudly: "You kid hasn't grown up so fast yet!"

"I beat you even if I didn't grow up!" Hunter couldn't help but said.

"You're looking for death! It's great to win once? I've won you N times!"

Don't look at Shire's annoying appearance with his eyes above his head, but Hunter can feel that this guy is actually very real. He believes in himself so he is confident, and because he is strong, he doesn't need to cater to anyone.

Hunter collided with him with Coke, and Charles smiled: "I don't know if I will still be in Formula One when you can drink beer."

"Not in Formula One? Then no woman can tolerate you anymore." Owen gloated and swung his beer glass.

Charles kicked Owen mercilessly under the table, but Owen avoided it perfectly.Then Owen pretended to pour beer and spilled the wine in front of Charles.

"Ah, I'm sorry!"

"You did it on purpose, why don't you say sorry!"

Sure enough, the two were at odds more than 90.00% of the time.And eating pizza definitely falls into that 90.00%.

At this moment, someone came to their table and pulled the seat opposite Hunter away.

It's Winston in a suit!

"Yo! Winston! You actually come to eat pizza? It's not in line with your gentlemanly style!" Charles raised his beer.

Others greeted immediately.Winston merely nodded.

"It's better to eat the pizza with your hands!" Charles had already grabbed a piece of pizza and delivered it to his mouth, as if mocking Winston for not letting it go.

But Winston unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolled them up, picked up a piece and put it on his own plate, then grabbed it with his hands and brought it to his mouth to eat.

Cheese was pulled out from between his lips, and Hunter on the opposite side was completely dumbfounded.

Even so, Winston exudes a restrained sexiness.

"How did you come?"

"I think there is still time, so come and sit down. After all, Owen is here." Winston said lightly.

"Owen..."

"I'm afraid you will be bullied by Owen." Charles explained directly.

Donald and his teammates laughed.

The atmosphere was good, although Winston didn't talk much, but Donald and Charles made everyone very happy.

Hunter said to himself, the opportunity has come.

He had to "hint" Winston!

If Winston backed away, he apologized immediately.

If Winston didn't dodge, then... that means he is very hopeful!

Hunter squinted his eyes and smiled, looking in the direction of Charles, pretending to be listening to him talking about the embarrassing things about himself and his ex-wife, but his legs were crossed under the table, and the toes of his shoes were going in the direction of Winston, as if he really Touched his calf?

Hunter's heart beat faster and he was extremely nervous.

Take it easy, take it easy...

Owen said that it is not intentional to be as if it is not there.

Hold on, Hunter...

Lift up bit by bit...

Winston on the opposite side didn't seem to have any reaction, just quietly ate his pizza, occasionally nodding to what the others said.

He didn't hide...

Did he feel it?

Hunter carefully increased the intensity, hoping that Winston would remain silent.

"Hey! Donald, you kid keeps rubbing against my calf, are you interested in me?" Owen, who was on the opposite side, suddenly asked with a teasing smile.

"Hey! I didn't rub you!" Donald immediately raised his hands, wishing he could even raise his feet.

Hunter was dumbfounded.

Quickly put the crossed legs flat!

He is so stupid!It wasn't Winston he touched but Owen!No wonder Winston didn't react at all!

But when he retracted his leg, he rubbed against Winston's leg, which made Winston look up at him.

That is to say... Winston knew that he had been rubbing against Owen just now?

what!How embarrassing!

And Owen seemed to understand what was going on two or three seconds later, he waved his hand and continued to slander Donald: "Forget it, there are too many people who want to rub against me, and you are the only one."

"I don't want to touch you at all..." Donald almost doubted himself.

"I'm done eating, I'm in a hurry, take your time."

Winston stood up and nodded apologetically to everyone.

"Oh, it's indeed already seven o'clock, you should hurry to the news center!" Donald expressed his understanding.

"I'll treat you next time." After Winston finished speaking, he left without even looking at Hunter.

"Winston said he was going to treat him next time! Isn't it a courtesy?"

"Winston is never polite! The next race is over and we're going to squeeze him!"

At this moment, Hunter felt extremely sad.

Winston seemed even angrier.He looked polite when he left, but was actually very cold.

He didn't like his contact with Owen, but he actually rubbed Owen's leg under the table?

Winston didn't think he was interested in Owen, did he?

Why is it so difficult for Owen to tease anyone, but it is so difficult for him?

The phone vibrated, and it was Owen's text message to himself from under the table: I can't see that your level is so high!I only taught you how to seduce Winston, but you actually learned how to seduce me in front of him to make him jealous!

Tears welled up in Hunter's heart: Where did you see that it was called jealousy?

In the midst of depression, the pizza feast is over.

When leaving the restaurant, Owen did not forget to wink at Hunter, which meant to remind him not to forget tonight's appointment.

Hunter returned to his room, and began to hesitate whether he wanted to see Owen tonight?

After all, Winston was already suspicious, wasn't he?

Maybe I was tricked by Owen...

But what Ou Wenming said was that he would help him... it should be true, right?

Although most of the moves he taught him were useless to Winston, it didn't mean they were useless to others... Maybe the next move would be useful?

It's true that Owen has more experience in love... Anyway, he didn't get tricked much this time.

Hunter, who made up his mind, left the door with the determination to go all out, and went to the Hanjue Hotel. When he walked into the elevator, he felt a little uneasy. When the elevator door opened, he felt that nothing mattered.

He knocked on the door of 1826, and just took a breath when he saw Owen, who was wearing a bath towel and his hair was still wet, opened the door with the corner of his mouth open.

"Ah, Little Hunter, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

His tail lengthened, and one arm clasped the back of Hunter's head, leading him into the door.

Hunter was completely stupid there, his whole body was as stiff as a plank.

His face was close to his, so close to those beautiful playful green eyes.

Hunter didn't know how he got in the door at all, and he only woke up when he heard the sound of the door being closed by Kacha.

Owen turned his face sideways, put one hand on Hunter's ear: "Have you learned it?"

"Learn... what to learn?"

"It was like that just now, didn't I make it clear?"

Owen patted Hunter on the chest with the back of his hand, then turned and walked back to his bed.

Hunter felt embarrassed.

"You just asked me to come and show me...this?" Hunter wanted to collapse.

Owen did it naturally, but Hunter couldn't think of how to open the door with a towel around him, it didn't fit his living habits at all, okay?

"Can't you learn it?" Owen casually picked up a bottle of mineral water.

Hunter thought this guy was going to give him a drink, but after unscrewing it, he drank it himself.

"There is a gift on the table, it's for you." Owen said.

"give me?"

"Well, I made a special one. If you lose to Shire today, I will say this gift is to comfort you and lose to Shire. If you win Shire, it is to celebrate that you made Shire hate you so much .Be careful in the next game!"

Hunter took off the wrapping paper of the arrogantly colored gift box on the table, opened the box inside, and was stunned.

"You... why did you give me such a thing!"

There are four colored lollipops side by side, and the most important thing is that the shape of the lollipop is the same as that of the little brother!

Except that the color is spiral and rainbow-like, the shape is so lifelike that Hunter almost trembled when he saw it.

"Just treat it as a gift from a fan."

Owen raised his chin with a smile.

"I don't want it! You keep it for your female fans! Otherwise, you give it to Charles!"

"Then I don't have to participate in the next game." Owen shrugged, picked up one and said to Hunter, "Ah—"

Hunter immediately looked away: "I want to beat you now too!"

"Can you be bolder? Your greatest weapon is not the so-called mature man's charm, which is Winston's specialty. What you have is innocent sexiness. We need to make this sexiness a little more explicit, to Winston create a visual impact."

"It sounds so reasonable... I don't even want to understand a word..."

Hunter felt that he was so stupid for running here, and just about to leave quickly, but was stopped by Owen.

"Actually, you don't like Winston that much, do you?"

"How could I not like him?" Hunter turned his head.

"Then don't you dare to give him a clearer hint?"

Owen raised his chin, and his eyes showed genuine contempt for Hunter.

"If I fall in love with someone, if I want her to fall for me, I will use all means to get rid of all the youthfulness, so that she will be dry for me, and want me all the time."

Hunter was overwhelmed by Owen's momentum.

That's right... If he continued like this, he and Winston would only be like this forever. He would be nice to himself, but it was only nice.

"But this box of Big Haw lollipops of yours will only make Winston feel vulgar? Do you want me to give it to him?"

Owen froze for a moment, then rushed up angrily, grabbed the pillow, and slammed it hard on Hunter's face.

"Who asked you to give Winston a lollipop? Do you expect Winston to eat it in front of you and show you!"

"Ah? Then it's useless for me to keep it for myself!"

"Now roll me on the bed and lean on the pillow!" Owen looked like he was about to knock Hunter's head off.

Hunter immediately crawled to the pillow and sat upright.

"Legs crossed! Left arm on the pillow! Be happy! Not going to a funeral!"

Owen took a lollipop and brought it to Hunter's mouth: "Hold it!"

"What! I don't want to..."

Before Hunter could finish his sentence, Owen stuffed the top of the lollipop into his mouth.

"Think about the feeling of eating lollipops when you were a child, be happy! Don't be so bitter and hateful!"

I never ate such a big lollipop when I was a kid!

Owen held Hunter's mobile phone, facing Hunter: "Imagine Winston standing in front of you, and you have to let him know that you like this lollipop very much!"

Hunter couldn't help but laugh.

"Forget it! Stop holding it in your mouth! Use your tongue to lick it!"

"Is that so?" Hunter subconsciously stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched it.

In fact, regardless of its shape, the taste of this lollipop is still very good, sweet and sour and rich in milk.

"Very good! That's it! Take a bite!"

"Huh?" Hunter lowered his head, looked at it, and considered how to speak.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Don't be mad at me!It's you I want to tease, not Owen!

Winston: I'm so close to you, can you make a mistake?

Hunter: Sorry!I beg forgiveness on my knees!

Winston: Sit at the table.

Hunter: Huh?Not facing the wall and thinking about it?

Winston: Flirt [-] times, let's see if you can still do it wrong next time?