Could You Not Tease Me?

"Owen and Shire's contributions to Formula 1 are unique. Their driving skills have stood at the top after more than ten years of testing, and they are absolutely strong. Being able to race with them and feel their skills positively is a great achievement. Real growth. The golden age will always be there, although one day the performance of F[-] will be completely beyond the driver's ability, and even one day there will be no need for the driver to drive, but before that, it is still the era of people, not The age of the machine. I am very fortunate that Winston and I were born in this age, with constantly improving technology and opponents who are regarded as targets."

Hunter's voice is natural, and people can feel the respect for Owen and Shire and the expectation for the future from his expression.

"So, may I invite your friend Winston to come up and say a few words?"

"what?"

"He's right there, you've looked in his direction a couple of times," Mr Cajo quipped.

The audience in the front row finally realized something and turned their heads away one after another, followed by voices of astonishment one after another.

Mr. Cacho stood up: "Winston, don't you mind saying a few words?"

At this time, a staff member even pushed another chair to Hunter's side.

Hunter became nervous, was this a sudden attack?There was no such item in the previous script of the show.

"Hunter, don't be nervous, I can send out an invitation, and of course I won't mess up the show." Mr. Kacho comforted Hunter with a smile, "And after investigation, what Formula One fans want to see most is you and Wen." Let's be interviewed together."

At this time, Winston stood up from the auditorium and walked towards Mr. Cacho in a graceful manner.

The audience also applauded.

Hunter half-raised his head, watched Winston come to his side, and sat down.

"Winston, I remember your interview was in the morning, but you stayed here to watch Hunter's interview. I bet you would like to be interviewed with him too, right?" Mr. Cacho said.

"I was actually just waiting for his interview to finish and go to dinner." Winston's voice was the same as in the previous interview, but his answer surprised the audience.

Let Winston and others, it is a bit unbelievable.

"Then why are you willing to come up?"

"Because if I don't come up, Mr. Cajo will spend more time convincing me, which will reduce the interview time with Hunter."

Winston replied.

"Because as far as I know, in Formula One, the only person who is taken care of by Winston and looks forward to is Hunter, right. What is the shining point about him that you find very attractive?" Mr. Cacho asked.

Hunter suddenly noticed that Winston held his hand under the interview table.

Hey - you bastard!

This is an interview on the show!

Hunter tried to withdraw his fingers from Winston's hand, but he didn't expect the other's fingers to be directly embedded in it, and even gently rubbed against it.Everything became acute. Hunter seemed unable to hear what Mr. Cajo said, and the skin between his fingers began to subconsciously feel Winston's fingers.

Their length, the twist of the knuckles and their strength.

"An attraction? He's childish." Winston's voice woke Hunter up from a daze.

"Where is childishness considered an advantage?" Hunter said dissatisfied.

"Because he is naive, he is not good at hiding it. Even if he likes someone, he can't hold back for long before telling me."

After Winston finished speaking, Hunter's face flushed immediately.

Because obviously, the "someone he likes" that Winston said was himself.

Is this narcissism or conceit?

Hunter angrily tried to free his hand again, but Winston's fingers curled up, gripping Hunter even tighter.

Hunter didn't dare to use more force for fear of being discovered.

Glancing at this guy's expression again, he was indifferent and stable, and he still looked like a well-bred gentleman who was praised by the media.

Does anyone know what he was doing with Hunter's fingers!

"What about that?" Mr. Cacho asked with interest.

"I don't look at the expiration date when I buy food, I don't know how to pack my luggage, and I'm easy to be cheated..."

"Mr. Kacho is asking you to tell me about my strengths!" Hunter showed a displeased expression.

Mr. Kacho on the opposite side wanted to laugh but held back.

At this time, Winston's fingers were slowly stroking along the inside of Hunter's little finger, from the tip to the base of the finger.

The heartbeat was about to become unbalanced again, and Hunter subconsciously changed his sitting position.

It's so hot... I want to tear my tie off!

"Look, this is his advantage. Even if others are serious in front of me, he will always be what he should be in front of me."

Winston replied.

It was still that calm voice with a touch of coolness, but it felt extremely evil in Hunter's ears.

The audience smiled at the same time, Winston turned his face to look at Hunter, and Hunter quickly lowered his head.

And the fingertip of Winston's index finger was against the root of Hunter's ring finger and little finger, constantly picking at the depression there, as if to extend into the space between the two fingers.At that moment, Hunter thought of the frightening place in Winston that almost pushed him into himself...

He gasped, moved his shoulders, and squeezed his fingers together to stop Winston's fingertips from going any further.

Winston seemed to realize something, moved his fingers away, and clasped them with Hunter.

"So what about you, what do you want to say to Winston?" Mr. Cacho looked at Hunter.

"I'm going to pass you one day!" Hunter said, "on the track or otherwise!"

"Oh, where else but the track?" Winston asked very quietly.

"And..." Hunter was stunned.

nonsense!Ask knowingly!bad!

"Anyway, in all respects!"

"He admires me very much, which is also an advantage." After Winston finished speaking, Mr. Cacho laughed again.

"I adore you?" Hunter's expression was like that of a lion cub with fur.

"Yes, wanting to surpass you in every aspect is indeed a sign of admiration." Mr. Kacho responded fearing that the world would be chaotic.

The audience also laughed and applauded.

Throughout the interview afterwards, Winston kept Hunter's hand in his.His strength was not great, but Hunter didn't dare to break free.

"The next stop is Singapore, I hope you both can achieve good results."

"Thank you."

"Thank you!"

When he got up to shake hands with Mr. Cacho, Winston finally let go of Hunter's hand.

While Hunter breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly missed the feeling of being caught by Winston.

When they left the studio, Hunter subconsciously pulled his tie with his fingers.

Hunter has been feeling hot ever since Winston stepped up.

But in fact, this man has always been by his side.His presence is overwhelming.

"How could you grab me in a place like that!"

Hunter asked in a low voice dissatisfied.

"Besides there, where else would you not throw me off when I grabbed you?" Winston asked back.

With such a natural tone, Hunter was once again unable to answer.

"What would you like to eat?" asked Winston.

Hunter wanted to say "I don't want to eat anything", but he still didn't say such words, because he seemed childish in front of Winston.

"Beef burgers. I heard that the beef burgers here are super delicious!" Mentioning the food, Hunter showed a big smile.

Alas, wasn't he just caught by this guy?

It's not that I don't like being caught by him.

Thinking about it this way, it seems to have earned it?

Hunter narrowed his eyes and looked at Winston: "Are you laughing?"

"I do not have."

"No way...it's obvious!"

"That's it."

What a perfunctory answer.

But Hunter was inexplicably happy.

The two walked side by side on the road, and after knowing the other's thoughts for him, Hunter was embarrassed to get too close to Winston.

But Winston suddenly raised his hand to wrap Hunter's shoulder, and buckled him towards him.

"But apart from what Owen taught you, don't you have any original ideas of your own to seduce me?"

"Yes, yes... It's just very naive. My acting skills are not as good as yours... I can't implement it..." Hunter turned his face away, as if unconsciously blushing again.

"Then you have a try now." Winston leaned over, his face had been turned sideways, and the tip of his nose was almost touching Hunter's.

Such an intimate gesture, as expected, attracted the attention of pedestrians.

There are still many fans of Formula [-] who have not left. How embarrassing it would be if they saw it!

"You won't feel seduced by me, because it's really childish." Hunter lowered his head.

"Try it," said Winston, almost coaxingly.

"Forget it!" Hunter went around to avoid Winston.

Winston didn't say anything more, and followed Hunter's side.

When Hunter passed a utility pole, he touched it with his finger and let out an "ahh".

"What's the matter?" Seeing Hunter frowning, Winston took Hunter's hand to look carefully.

Fortunately, no injuries.

"Did you see what's in my palm?" Hunter asked seriously.

Winston looked carefully again, probably thinking that Hunter had been stabbed by something.

"No."

At that moment, Hunter suddenly grabbed Winston's finger with his backhand: "There is you! I caught you!"

Winston's fingertips trembled slightly, and he looked up at Hunter.

And Hunter blushed and looked to the other side: "Look...very childish...I can't seduce you at all..."

In the next second, Hunter felt something warm pressed hard on his lips.

As soon as Hunter raised his eyes, Winston kissed him again, three or four times in succession, Hunter took two steps back in succession, Winston kissed him directly, licking and sucking at the same time , obviously tried his best to suppress the strength, but Hunter's tongue was quickly numb by the opponent's sucking.

His waist was tightly clasped by the other party, and Winston led Hunter back all the way to the shadow of the eaves of the corner cafe, and the kiss became more presumptuous.

Hunter seemed to hear the man's heavy heartbeat as Winston held him.

"Not childish at all."

Hunter's heart beat faster and faster.

Winston held Hunter for almost half a minute before releasing him, because Hunter's stomach rumbled, and Winston laughed.

"The sound of a hungry stomach is also very seductive to me."

"Hey! Don't go too far!"

Hunter only thought that the man's smiling face was very good-looking.

The beef burger place they went to was not far from the press center.

As soon as he entered, he saw Owen sitting by the window, opposite him was Charles.

Owen was holding his chin while talking on the phone. Every time he was about to pick up the hamburger in front of him, he put it down again.

And Charles, who was opposite him, showed an impatient expression, and suddenly took Owen's cell phone away, and with the other hand, he rudely stuffed the burger into his mouth.

Hunter stood by the window and watched for a few seconds, then patted Winston on the back and said, "I think it's weird! Owen and Shire are obviously not at odds, but I think they seem to have a good relationship? Except last time At the pizzeria, this is the second time I've seen them eating together!"

"Because the person who understands Irving best in the world is Charles. They probably don't have much time to get along as racing drivers."

Winston's answer made Hunter suddenly feel melancholy.

Last year, Owen and Shire had already announced that they were going to retire.This year... don't know if it's their last season.

"From this point of view, we must defeat them in this Grand Prix...otherwise we may not have a chance in the future."

"Yes."

Winston walked in with Hunter.Owen, who had just swallowed the first bite of the burger, saw them at a glance, and raised his hand to say hello: "Hey——Hunter! Here! You come to eat beef burgers too? Let's go together!"

When Charles turned his head and saw the two of them, his face became even more stinky.

Hunter thought about it for a while, but Owen still stretched out his hand, as if he would not let go of his hand until Hunter came over.

"Go and sit down," said Winston.

Hunter had to agree.But in fact...he really didn't want to sit with Owen, God knows what this guy will say to embarrass him again.

Hunter sat next to Owen, and Winston sat down opposite him.

Owen suddenly fell to Hunter, put his head on Hunter's shoulder, showing a depressed and pitiful look: "Hunter...Little Hunter...I'm going to die..."

Winston glanced over, and Hunter immediately turned to the other side, but Owen's head was still stuck to him.

Fortunately, Charles on the opposite side couldn't get used to it anymore, so he kicked Owen's chair hard with his foot directly under the table.

"Aha, Charles, you are jealous that Hunter and I have a deep relationship!"

"I'm sympathizing with that brat! I'm jealous of your shamelessness!"

"I see you are on the phone. What happened?" asked Winston.

"What else... My fans are so enthusiastic!" Owen took his mobile phone back from Shire and held it in front of Hunter, "Look! Look! What a unique way of expressing love ah!"

Hunter's mind was slightly shocked.

It was a photo of Owen's room. His bed was covered with dead cockroaches, and his clothes were turned out and some yellow liquid was poured out... Hunter immediately thought of the time in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix. The "water grenade" for McGrady...

"Are you sure this is your fan?" Hunter admired Owen for the first time, and his heart was really strong.

"The black fans who hate me are also fans!"

"The Red Bull team has already called the police. Just now the police station checked the hotel's surveillance and said that they saw a suspicious person entering the hotel wearing a mask that day. The hotel didn't notice because of the complexity of the personnel during the Grand Prix. How did that guy enter the hotel? , I don’t know yet.” Charles replied.

Compared with Owen's style of not talking about the main point for a long time, Hunter found that he preferred the straightforward Charles.

"And most importantly, the police have told Owen to pay attention to safety during this time, but he is still wandering outside alone? What if that lunatic bumps into him and stabs him by the way?"

When Charles said this, Hunter couldn't help worrying about Owen's safety.

"Don't I still have you? I was caught by Charles in less than a minute of strolling on the street! Do you think this guy loves me very much? After hearing that I have crazy fans, he came here specially The people below my hotel are here to find me!"

Charles rolled his eyes skyward.

To be honest, even Hunter couldn't stand it anymore.

"Red Bull Racing has changed hotels. But until you figure out how the guy got into the hotel room, it's not safe anywhere. I told the guy to let the assistant sleep with him at night, and the guy said no. He wants One-on-one dates with his crazy fans..." Ciel looks like he's about to push a hamburger into Owen's head.

Of course, Hunter has long wanted to do this.

Winston didn't say anything, went to the front desk, and ordered a meal for Hunter.

Owen winked at Hunter: "Are you all right?"

"It's none of your business!"

"Haha, Little Hunter stuttered! You are so cute when you stutter! Be careful not to be bitten by Winston!"

Hunter found that he couldn't communicate with Owen normally!

Winston came back with a burger, and pushed a large glass of orange juice and two burgers in front of Hunter.

"Why orange juice? Shouldn't the burger go with Coke?"

"Coke is a sparkling drink." Winston replied flatly.

"Now is not the competition period! There is still more than a week before the next competition!"

Hunter shouted with his eyes: I hate you!I hate you so much!

"Oh, little fool! Winston is doing this for the benefit of both of you!" Owen said with a smile.

"For the sake of both of us? What do you mean?"

Owen leaned towards Hunter, pretending to whisper to him, but the voice was just enough for everyone at the table to hear: "Coke kills sperm!"

"what?"

Hunter paused.

Charles laughed along with Hahaha.

"Actually, Charles, if you are worried about Owen, there is another solution." Winston, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

"What solution?"

"Just go and sleep with him tonight."

As soon as Winston finished speaking, Charles felt as if his fur had exploded: "The devil will sleep with him!"

"Huh? I thought you'd want to sleep with me! So disappointed!" Owen said.

"I even prepared the suit for your funeral!" Charles took a bite of the hamburger.

When Hunter was amused by the two, he suddenly felt something leaning against his ankle.

He was still wearing suit pants, and the toes of the opponent's leather shoes were clearly lifting up his trousers, and they were slowly rising little by little.

Hunter, who was biting into a burger, froze.

Opposite him was only Charles and Winston.But with Shire's distance, it is impossible to touch his ankle even if he puts his feet up.

No one but Winston!

What does this guy want to do!

But the guy in front of him didn't even have an expression, he just opened his mouth and asked for a burger.

The gesture of lowering his eyelids has always been Hunter's favorite, as if matching his biting action, his toes have reached the middle of Hunter's calf, and the strength of the toe is not so strong that Hunter It felt uncomfortable, but not too small for Hunter to notice, not to mention the half-lifted trousers. Winston's toes were pointing to one side, and half of his feet felt like they were going to stick into Hunter's pants.

Oh shit!Oh shit!Oh shit!

Hunter now also wants to press the hamburger into the opponent's brain!

"Honey, are you really not coming to sleep with me tonight?" Owen held his chin and looked at Charles affectionately.

That gaze made Hunter feel goosebumps all over his body.

"Don't go!"

"Then I'll call and ask Alina to accompany me! I want to order a large bouquet of roses! And red wine!" Owen looked very interested.

"Alina? Wasn't it Christina last month?"

During the time when Charles and Owen were arguing, Hunter had already decided to keep his legs out of the way. Hunter deliberately put his hands under the dining table, lifted his trousers, and let Winston's shoe tips go away. Taking off his pants, he removed the legs smoothly.

But at this time, Hunter couldn't listen to what Owen and Shire said, and couldn't even feel the taste of beef burger in his mouth.

The guy on the opposite side eats a hamburger as elegantly as a steak.As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Winston licking half a slice of pickled cucumber into his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Obviously this guy was expressionless, but Hunter's throat felt inexplicably tight.

Hunter quickly lowered his head.

But at this time, something leaned against the inner side of his other leg. Starting from the calf, it continued to move upwards slowly, and even the instep was arrogantly attached to his calf!

Hunter's heart tightened, this guy came again!

Before he could dodge, Winston tiptoed away.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: One day I'll surpass you.

Winston: Good.

Hunter: I'll pass you every time!

Winston: Good.

Hunter: Why do you answer "yes" every time?

Winston: You go ahead of me, so I can push you up.Keep crossing the finish line, okay?

Hunter: Not good!