Could You Not Tease Me?

It turned out that this woman named Anne was the life assistant assigned by the Ferrari team to Winston.

"Ah...that's great..." Hunter envied Winston very much.

He also wanted a life assistant.

When the car was parked under his apartment building, Hunter suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have mentioned where his home was from the beginning to the end. Why would Winston know?

"See you in Montreal," said Winston.

It was obviously the same cold voice as when dealing with the media, but it seemed to be different in Hunter's ears.

"Okay, good night."

Hunter went upstairs.

Montreal?When the time comes, Winston is speeding on the track, but he can only watch...

Suddenly I feel very regretful, why couldn't my performance in the previous game be better?

Assistant Annie was driving the car while observing Winston's expression in the rearview mirror.

His expression was slightly cold, and he couldn't see any joy. He was sitting in the same car with her, but there was an insurmountable distance.

Evan Hunter... seems like a new driver who just entered F1 this year, right?Did you get points for the first three races?How on earth had he met Winston?

Winston would call and ask himself to pick them up, explaining that it was the only car they had at the time.

But as far as I know, Winston seems to have never let anyone get into his car, and he doesn't even have a female companion when he attends a dinner party... He walks alone so that people wonder if he has autism.

"Do you like that Evan Hunter very much?" Annie regretted a little after asking.

The team manager who hired her once said that Winston's personal life must never be asked.

But according to her observation over the past year, Winston has no so-called personal life at all.Needless to say, during the Grand Prix, he flew around to participate, and even during the off-season, his life is extremely regular, as if he does not need to socialize.

"Hmm." Winston responded lightly.

Annie drove the car out of an S shape.

Did Winston say "hmm" just now?

"Hmm" means you agree with what she just said?

He had a crush on that young man named Evan Hunter?

And Hunter, who was back at the apartment, was excited!

Who can believe it!Van Winston was his friend now!

He ran around the room, running through his mind everything that had happened from the first time he spoke to Winston to tonight.

Then... He tilted his head a bit incomprehensible...

Why did Winston notice himself?And the words he said, such as "I want to fuck you", "If it's the underwear you wear, it can be worth tens of millions of dollars", although the expression is still the same, but it is completely the same as that described by others on TV. People are different!

The bodybuilder in the next room is having errands with his woman again.

Hunter really wanted to move his bed in one direction... No, he also wanted to find a girlfriend to have sex all day and night, to see who could keep someone from sleeping!

Well... since you can't sleep, let's harass someone else.

Hunter dialed the number of Bruce, a middle school alumnus and his good friend.

"Hi... hello, I'm Bruce..." Bruce seemed to have fallen asleep, and his voice was lazy.

But Hunter is not guilty at all, disturbing lucid dreams is his favorite thing to do.

"Hey, Bruce, I have something to tell you!"

"...Hunter... Are you abroad? Why are you calling me at this time?"

"I'm in New York."

"Damn! You don't know what time it is in New York? Tell me, what the hell is wrong with you! Could it be that you are planning to quit F1? It doesn't matter, you can come to my hip-hop classroom!"

"I'm not planning to quit yet... just something to tell you... I met a very, very famous racer in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix."

"Oh? And then?" Blue's voice sounded uninterested.

"When I went out of the bathroom door, he said my pants were not pulled up, and then he helped me to pull them up." Hunter automatically ignored how he attacked McGrady with a water grenade.

"Ah? Help you pull up your pants? What are you doing?" Bruce seemed to sit up, and the sleepiness in his voice dissipated.

"Nothing, he just called my name."

"So you woke me up just to listen to this?" Blue wanted to hit Hunter in the face with his phone.

"Then when I was shopping in the supermarket, my credit card was maxed out. He paid the bill for me and advised me not to buy underwear from the supermarket because the quality is not good." Hunter automatically omitted the difference between M and L.

"That's great. Although he doesn't know you very well, he must know that you are a driver, so it's reasonable to pay for you. Then?"

"And then...we met at a charity dinner and he bought me a baseball cap for $[-]."

"Then...he really gave you face...and he must earn more money than you."

"He does make more money than me. But do you know what else he said? He said that if it was the underwear I wore, it would be worth tens of millions of dollars? Do you think it's weird?"

"It's really strange if you don't know each other very well. Of course, if one day I become a billionaire, I will use the same joke to ridicule you, hahaha!"

"My jeep broke down on the way home."

"I told you to replace that wretched car of yours! Sooner or later it will leave you on the road!"

"Then I bumped into him again, and he took me to the Ferrari test track and told me to blast his car..."

"Damn it! What kind of sports car is he?"

"Of course it's a Ferrari..."

"Then you want to pay?"

"Need not."

"This dude is so proud! Did you get lucky, kid?"

"...so it was just luck? I asked him why he was so... so nice to me?"

"Why?" Bruce asked curiously.

"He gave three reasons. The first is that one day I will be a top driver like him, and the second is that he wants to pick me up..."

"Hahahaha... It's been so long, it turns out that you have been spotted by other men! Be careful of your lower back!"

"So...you also think he has that meaning for me, right?" Hunter became nervous, recalling other words Winston said, could it be that he really has other plans for himself?

"Didn't you say there was a third reason? What was the other one?"

"He wants to be my friend..."

"Ah ha ha ha ha! This buddy's method of making friends is really ups and downs, with unique ingenuity! It must make your little heart tremble, right?"

"You mean, he wants to be friends with me?"

"Then what else? Do you really want to fall in love with you? You look cute, but you're not out of character, right? Your personality is even worse! It's unlucky enough to be your friend. If you fuck the sheets, your heart will definitely collapse!"

"Hey! Are you still my brother?"

"Yeah! It's your brother who's telling the truth... But wait, his posture really feels like he's chasing you!"

There was malicious gloating in Blue's voice, but Hunter sensed danger.

"Then...then I have to find a way to avoid him in the future..." Hunter scratched his head.

He doesn't have many friends in Formula One, and finally someone is willing to take the initiative to approach him, and Hunter really feels reluctant.

"Who's that dude?" Bruce asked.

"Van Winston..." Hunter was thinking about something, and accidentally said Winston's name.

"What? Van Winston? You mean Ferrari's 'Frozen' Van Winston?"

"Yes. I'll keep a distance from him in the future..."

"Crazy you! If it is Van Winston, the three reasons are not valid!"

"why?"

"You become a top driver - it should be useless. Vann Winston's tone is so unearthly. Looking at him is like looking up at the Alps! If he wants to pick you up, it feels like he suddenly fell from the Alps. Mudslide!"

"What kind of metaphor are you talking about! He's the Alps, and I'm the mudslide?"

"Isn't it? How can a person like him who is at the pinnacle of his life want to be friends with a waste like you?"

"Because I'm lonely, do you want someone to accompany you?"

"Okay. All right, brother! Fann Winston actually took the initiative to talk to you? Next time I have a chance, I want to take a photo with him!"

"Wait, you think he really wants to be friends with me? Not to me what?"

"Yeah? Otherwise, what do you really expect him to do to you?"

Hunter showed a big smile.

"Okay! Go to bed!"

"Hey, are you going to sleep? You haven't told me what Winston said to you!"

No matter how loud the men and women in the next room were doing things, Hunter always had a beautiful smile on his face.

The intense back-to-back schedule continues.

Hunter flew to Montreal with the convoy.

On the plane, that guy Maddie always looked like he ate rotten eggs.

Hunter rubbed his chin, thinking that if he hadn't been kicked out of the team, this guy probably wouldn't have a good face.

After getting off the plane, it was night practice.

Hunter watched them gallop lap after lap on the track, but what he could think of was the night when he and Winston drove the sports car to the point of explosion on the Ferrari test track.

Crazy without scruples in speed, but enjoys the sense of control to derail at any time in direction.

Now McGrady and Luke are the core of the team, but he seems dispensable.

Hunter came to an empty corner and took out a cigarette.

He needs something to cheer him up every game.He couldn't appreciate the mellowness of coffee, so cigarettes became the first choice.

But smoking is not good for the heart and lung function, so Hunter only smokes one cigarette sparingly each time.

He squinted, enjoying the sensation of nicotine invading his brain along the bloodstream.

Let the engine sound wave after wave, it has nothing to do with him.

"Give me a sip."

The cold voice rang in his ears, and the curling cigarette seemed to be the fusion of ice and fire.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

a few days later

Hunter: Bruce... he really didn't want to be my friend, he really thought of me as an Oreo, he was the glass of milk!

Bruce: What do you mean?

Hunter: He's going to fuck me!

Blue: I... revise what I said earlier.The way this buddy picks up men is really ups and downs and ingenious!