Could You Not Tease Me?

"Hi... why are you here?" Hunter stepped forward.

Owen put his arm on Hunter's shoulder very familiarly: "Stinky boy, you are amazing! You beat Shire again. That guy came to drink with me last night until late at night, and even vomited on me."

Hunter bowed his head and smiled, then turned to give Owen a hug.

Owen froze for a moment, then patted Hunter on the back.

"It's a good thing you're all right," Hunter said.

It was the first time he spoke in such a solemn voice.

"I'm sorry... something went wrong with my suspension system. I almost hurt you and Winston." Owen exhaled.

"The real harm is that if you really have an accident in the game, it will become a shadow of my life." Hunter replied.

"Yo, I can't tell, why am I so important to you?" Owen said with a smile.

"Of course it's important. I remember when I was still driving karts, I often watched the races between you and Charles. At that time, my dream was to become a driver like you. So Owen..."

"I understand." Owen also gave Hunter a hug, "Since I was once your dream, then I will definitely complete my journey perfectly and make you yearn forever."

Hunter showed a big smile.

"And don't look at Shire's face stinking like that, he is just as grateful as I am that there are opponents like Winston and you, otherwise our life would be really boring. We have won many championships, so... …we want opponents more than champions."

"Hahaha, then I will also be a competent opponent and make your life difficult!"

"Come on, brat. Winston won't be able to play at the next stop at the Sepang circuit, and you have to face me and Charles' strangle alone. Don't cry when you lose."

Owen smiled and pushed Hunter away, turned and left.

Hunter sent a text message to Winston, only to know that the Ferrari team will have media interviews in the afternoon, and Hunter can only have lunch with the team members.

But for lunch or something, it's so boring.

Hunter thought for a while, and made a call to Donald.

"Hey, Donald, how about we throw a party to celebrate your No. 3?"

Donald, who answered the phone, choked up his throat. How dare he have a party with Hunter? After thinking for a long time, he managed to come up with a sentence: "Well... the next race is too close, and the team is tight. ...will we have another party next time?"

Hunter thought about it carefully, it seemed that since the last bunny party ended without a problem because of this guy's diarrhea, every time he talked about having a party, he always looked left and right at him.

"Why did I hear the sound of a party over there? You are too much, you never call me when you have a party by yourself! Let's break up!"

Donald suddenly panicked.

"That... just a very inconspicuous pool party... the party of our Sobo team... not many of them are in good shape, so it's very boring! Really!"

Hunter's eyes lit up when he heard it.

It turned out to be a pool party!

Donald didn't ask him at all, it's too much!It's too much!

"How do you know that I don't like to watch if you don't have a good figure!"

"That...it's not that I don't invite you... If I invite you, I will be miserable..." Donald's voice was particularly sad.

"Ah? If you invite me, you will be miserable? What is this..." Two seconds later, Hunter suddenly realized something, "Is it Winston?"

Following the events in bars and clubs, Hunter had a new appreciation for Winston.

"That...you know...then you still ask me..." Donald's voice sounded pitiful.

But thinking about this guy hiding it from him for so long, Hunter no longer sympathized with him.

"Then I can ask Winston if he will let me play, is that okay?" Hunter said.

"Ah? Go ask him, you... are you okay?" Donald said.

"none of your business."

"Ah... that's great! That's great!"

"It's none of your business. What are you doing!"

Hunter turned off the phone and sent Winston a text message: I want to go to Donald's pool party and have fun.

A few seconds later, Winston replied with a text message: You can go, but I don't like people touching you.

Huntrick smiled and replied: I don't like people touching you either.

Comes with a cheap whoosh laughing emoji.

Hunter went back to the hotel, found out his swimming trunks, and hummed a song to find Donald.

It was on the top floor of a garden hotel, and even the swimming pool was said to have a glass bottom. In the presidential suite on the top floor, you can see the posture of swimmers as soon as you look up.

All Hunter thought about was being able to play in the pool with everyone, and by the way bully Donald, an unscrupulous guy, such as pushing him under the pool, it was really cool.

But when he came to the swimming pool on the top floor, he was completely stunned.

What kind of pool party is this?

The men wore T-shirts and beach shorts, the women also wore scarves, and some wore vests...

"Ah! Hunter, you are here!" Donald opened his arms and embraced Hunter enthusiastically, "Let me introduce my friends to you!"

"Is it cold today? Do you wear so many pool parties?" Hunter's face was full of black lines.

"This... the top floor is very windy, if you wear too little clothes, you will catch cold easily..."

Hunter was as regretful as a beaten eggplant.

"Don't be sad, Hunter! We have all kinds of beer! You can drink beer in Singapore!"

"All right……"

It's better to sleep in the room...

But Hunter was originally a guy who was easy to satisfy, and he quickly got to know everyone, sitting on a beach chair and playing poker.

Don't look at Hunter's studies in middle school were so-so, but he played stud very well and won several rounds at once.

It's very boring to win like this, Hunter thought for a while and raised his hand and said: "The loser will jump into the swimming pool!"

Donald's Sauber team is also full of fun people, and everyone agrees.

By the time Donald realizes what is trying to stop it, it is too late.

Hunter still maintained his record, winning the beauties and handsome guys jumped into the swimming pool one after another.

Watching those young female assistants and marketing team members climb up from the swimming pool wetly, with the scarves and T-shirts that were originally covered on their bodies stuck to their bodies, and they could see everything clearly, Hunter was very satisfied and laughed. laugh.

But the good times didn't last long, and Hunter finally lost.

Everyone shouted and lifted Hunter up and threw him into the swimming pool.

There was a "crash", but fortunately Hunter was ready long ago and was not choked.

Hunter stood in the middle of the water, wiped away the water stains on his face, and laughed with everyone.

"Wow... I can't tell from wearing a T-shirt. Evan Hunter has a great figure! Look at his waist, it's so beautiful!"

A young public relations assistant communicated with the colleague next to him.

"Yeah, I really want to have sex with him. Did you watch the last interview with Kacho? He is really super cute!"

Donald wants to cry, but why can't you think about me when you think about this brat?

Can't you touch this kid?

Hunter plunged into the water and swam to the shore. He just emerged from the water. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of leather shoes standing by the pool.

The exposed ankle was very beautiful, and Hunter praised it in his heart.

But when the other party squatted down, Hunter realized that it was Winston.

Hunter suddenly felt that he had great taste, and Winston was good-looking everywhere.

"Do you still want to play?" Winston asked softly, reaching out his hand and rubbing the top of Hunter's head.

"Why are you here? Donald told you?" Hunter squinted his eyes and tilted his head, like a cat being groomed.

The Sobo female employees in the back are whispering "cute" again.

"Hmm." Winston grabbed Hunter's wrist and pulled him up firmly.

Hunter wanted to play tricks to pull Winston down, but he didn't expect Winston to be very stable, as if he had been prepared for a long time.

Even he had a playful smile on his lips.

Hunter was a little resentful - he really couldn't play with this guy!

"Then let's go to dinner! They can't beat me in Stud! Stop playing!"

"Okay. Got any clothes?"

"Bring it, bring it! I'll change it!"

Hunter shook hands with Donald: "I'm hungry, go have dinner with this guy!"

"Good! Good! You go!" Donald was relieved.

Winston nodded slightly to Donald and said, "Thank you."

The female employees at the scene started talking again.

"Van Winston is so handsome!"

"Even if you don't get close to strangers, you're still handsome!"

Donald suddenly felt that life was pitiful: You women don't have to think about it any more, Winston will never look at you more in his life!

A few minutes later Hunter came out in a dry T-shirt, and the Sauber team waved goodbye to Hunter.

"Hunter! Come play again next time!"

"If the Marcus team is boring, you can also join our Sauber team!"

When Hunter left, the Sauber team immediately surrounded Donald.

"Hey, it's what you said, Hunter is here, let's put on our clothes, and we'll give each person a thousand dollars!"

"Give it! Give it! Give it! I won't refuse!"

"By the way, why do you want to do this? I still want to show Hunter my good figure!"

"Yes, what a pity!"

Donald was speechless.If you show it, the other party has to appreciate it!

I have seen Winston's broad shoulders and long legs, but yours... I can't see it!

Winston took Hunter to a local restaurant to taste Singapore cuisine.

Since last night, Hunter's mood has been very good. He has always been in a state of excitement. He obviously hasn't slept for a few hours, but he is not sleepy at all.

The Nyonya-style food whetted Hunter's appetite.The last time he learned how to use chopsticks with Winston in Japan, this time in Singapore, although he was not very agile, Hunter was already able to smoothly pick up food and put it into his mouth.

While eating, Hunter looked at Winston across from him.

"Why do you keep looking at me, the vegetables almost fell on you."

"You look good!" Hunter said without thinking.

Winston lowered his eyes, and a smile was evident on the corner of his lips.

"So which one is better looking than a beautiful woman in a bikini?" asked Winston.

Only then did Hunter realize that going to the pool party by himself might offend Winston?

"You look good."

"Liar." Winston laughed again.

Hunter suddenly felt that as long as he told the truth, he could make Winston laugh.Winston smiled, feeling particularly accomplished himself.

"Eyes, nose, mouth, neck, shoulders, from waist to legs, they are all very beautiful!" Hunter once again spoke the truth in his heart.

The smile on Winston's lips did not disappear, which made Hunter more and more happy.

"The most important thing is...it's all mine." Hunter said with a smile and narrowed his eyes.

Winston propped his chin and looked away.

Hunter also looked sideways, only to find that Winston's eyes were full of smiles.

"You like pool parties so much that we go swimming at night?" said Winston.

"Yeah!"

The games in Malaysia are so close together, they can't hang out like they did at the end of the game in Abu Dhabi.

But Hunter is very happy to be able to relax.

After eating, Winston took Hunter to a constant temperature swimming pool.

This swimming pool is also on the top floor of a certain hotel, the difference is that it is a closed glass roof.

There is no wind, and the pool water is warm, so you don't have to worry about catching a cold.

And lying on your back on the water, you can see the stars in the night sky.

Hunter changed into his swimming trunks, jumped into the water impatiently after warming up, and then lay down on the shore, watching Winston come out. Those two straight legs made Hunter's heart itch again.

"Why is there no one in this swimming pool?" Hunter squinted his eyes and smiled, knowingly asking.

Standing by the pool, Winston lowered his head, leaning against Hunter's ear, and said softly, "If you have someone, you can't do bad things."

Hunter's heart tightened, and without thinking, he grabbed Winston's arm and pulled him down.

He watched as he fell into the water, was submerged, and then rose slowly from the water, brushing the wet hair back from his head.

The water-stained face looks particularly sexy and alluring under the bright night sky.

Hunter licked his upper lip, remembering the scene where he once imagined pushing Winston down by the bathtub, he suddenly felt a little hot.

"Has your fantasy been fulfilled?" Winston approached him and asked softly.

Oh?Did this guy get into his head?This guy knows what he thinks!

"No! No underwater kissing!"

After Hunter finished speaking, he clasped Winston's shoulders and pushed him down. The water splashed. Hunter had already held his breath, and tightly gagged Winston's mouth to prevent him from breathing.

Until Winston lay down on the bottom of the water, Hunter covered him, sucking his lips and tongue recklessly, inseparable, without any gap for the pool water to enter.

The underwater buoyancy was difficult to control, and within two seconds Winston was on Hunter's body.

His kiss was strong and suggestive, making Hunter's mouth itch.In less than 15 seconds, Hunter couldn't hold back anymore.

Winston had fully expected it, and brought him directly out of the water, and Hunter coughed.

"Are you still playing?" Winston asked with a slight smile.

"Play! Why don't you play! You said it's in the water, can you help me get it out?" Hunter blinked his eyes, looking curious.

Winston smiled: "We can try."

Then he suddenly pressed Hunter to the edge of the pool, and helped him into the water.

Hunter almost yelled.

They played until the pool closed.

Sitting in the car back to the hotel, Hunter sighed with great regret.

"What's the matter?" Winston asked beside him.

"From now on... the pool party is no longer attractive to me..." Hunter's expression was sad.

"Really? I thought you'd say there's one more attractive thing."

"what?"

"Swim with me," replied Winston.

Hunter immediately shut his mouth and did not speak.

The two returned to the hotel.

Originally, Winston was injured and could go back to England for recuperation, but he still chose to go to Malaysia with Hunter.

In the evening, Winston unhurriedly packed Hunter's luggage, while Hunter leaned against Winston to check the news on his mobile phone.

Winston lowered his body, Hunter leaned back, Winston straightened, and Hunter straightened.

Although it was childish, Hunter thought it was fun.

"Huh... for the Malaysian Grand Prix, the Lotus team is going to change drivers."

"Because Enzo was injured."

"Hmm. Enzo is estimated to be resting for at least three games. I have never heard of the person who replaced him. How do you pronounce this? Shen Mobai?" Hunter tilted his head.

Winston stopped and said, "Chen Mobai."

"Eh? You know him?"

"He is a driver of Chinese nationality. Because of his excellent performance in F3, Lotus applied for an F1 license for him."

"Chinese drivers? How rare!" Hunter rubbed the back of his head.

Winston turned around, clasped Hunter's shoulders, and said very solemnly: "Don't take it lightly. Chen Mobai's strength is not inferior to Enzo's."

Hunter was stunned. Winston seldom affirmed anyone's strength. It seemed that Chen Mobai was indeed very powerful.

"He has great control over the braking, the apex of the corner and the timing of the exit. If he goes out, except for Owen and Charles, you have to be careful behind you."

"I see." Hunter also became serious, and then subconsciously read the other party's name again, "Chen Mobai..."

Suddenly, Winston kissed him on the lips, and Hunter looked up at him.

"I don't like it when you pronounce other men's names so seriously."

Hunter was scratched again.

"What! If you can pronounce this Chinese name, you must have pronounced it many times!" Hunter said pretendingly dissatisfied.

"In my life, it is impossible to pronounce any name better than yours." Winston replied.

Hunter's heart swelled again.Winston is a man who never swears something like the "old age" oath.

Once said, he will not change.

But no matter what, no matter what kind of opponent he encountered, Hunter secretly made up his mind to keep the championship.

After lunch the next day, Hunter followed the convoy to the airport.Hunter originally felt that it was a pity to be separated from Winston, but he did not expect that the Marcus team and the Ferrari team were on the same flight.

As the manager of a large fleet of vehicles, Mr. Miller met Marcus on entering the cabin and greeted him for the first time.This made Marcus happy, and said to the PR manager beside him: "Did you hear that? Miller from the Ferrari team actually greeted me!"

The PR manager sighed, and said in a low voice, "Don't you worry, is Miller's overtures aimed at poaching Hunter?"

With such a reminder, Marcus immediately became vigilant, and the smile on his face disappeared.

When he looked back, he could just see a small part of Hunter's head protruding from the back of the chair. Winston was sitting beside him. Hunter was happily talking to Winston.

I used to think that the time sitting on the plane was boring and uninteresting, but after the plane entered a stable state, Hunter didn't seem to have any intention of going to sleep at all, and he looked around and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Shall I put my blindfold on for you?" said Winston, looking sideways.

Hunter leaned towards Winston and whispered, "You don't want to try it on the plane?"

As soon as Winston's gaze paused, Hunter knew that Winston had also made up his mind.

"Fool. It's not a night flight. Two people squeezed into the bathroom and everyone will pay attention to you."

Hunter sighed regretfully: "The movies are all lies."

Winston smiled, and whispered in Hunter's ear, "Next time we will book a night flight."

Hunter's face immediately turned red, and he lowered his head and let out a "hmm".

"Then give me your blindfold. I'm going to sleep."

"Okay." Winston took out the blindfold and put it on for Hunter.

Hunter tilted his head, and within 2 minutes there was a slight snoring sound.

Marcus was particularly melancholy: "I always felt that Hunter would be abducted by Winston. He blocked Owen's car for Hunter so righteously. Whatever Winston said, he would definitely agree, right?"

Thinking that there are still a few races to come to the end of this season, Marcus became worried.

"Changing the angle, Winston is willing to give up the race to protect Hunter, so Hunter can abduct him to our team."

I have to say that what the PR manager said made Marcus feel comforted.

It was already evening when they arrived in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

The hotel facilities near the Sepang circuit are relatively complete, but the two teams are in different hotels.

Winston doesn't compete, so it doesn't matter where he lives.

The Sepang circuit has many braking points, so it is more difficult to complete the race, and it is not easy to overtake, so the qualifying results are very important.

The Marcus team used a Ferrari engine this year. There is nothing to worry about in terms of horsepower, but the requirements for the suspension system of the car are very high.

On their way to the hotel, they happened to pass the Sepang Circuit.

Since the track was built, it has become a template for many new tracks.

Hunter looked out the car window in a daze.

"There is nothing to worry about. Suspension system is a field that Xiaoxi is very good at. Even Ferrari and Mercedes-Benz cannot find a suspension system engineer comparable to her." Winston, who was sitting next to him, said.

"Oh, yes!" Hunter narrowed his eyes and laughed.

Deep down in his heart was apprehension.

Because of this game, Winston will not participate from the beginning to the end.Even as an opponent, as long as he appears on the track, Hunter knows where his goal is.

"It's hotter than Singapore..." Hunter picked up his collar.

"Well, this is one of the hottest stations in the race. High temperature and high humidity will make you more exhausted in the race."

"Ah."

Just listening to Winston speak made Hunter feel at ease.

"I told Shen Chuan that I will definitely check the drinking water system in your car." Winston touched Hunter's forehead.

Only then did Hunter recall that the year before last, Winston's drinking system had problems on this track, but this guy insisted on finishing the second third of the race without water supplementation. His endurance was truly amazing. like a god.

"The Sepang circuit has many corners, the ground is relatively rough, and the wear of the tires will be relatively large. You must feel and evaluate it well during the free practice race, so that in the race, you can formulate a progress that suits you. station strategy."

"I see."

Hunter nodded.

On the first night of arriving in Malaysia, the team did not arrange any activities, and simply let the drivers adapt to the climate here.

Winston accompanied Hunter jogging near the hotel, but it was obvious that Hunter was nervous, as if he was jogging with Winston, but his thoughts flew off somewhere.

"Hunter." Winston stopped Hunter who almost ran into a palm tree.

"what?"

As soon as Hunter regained consciousness, he found himself held in Winston's arms.

There were tourists around looking over, Hunter was embarrassed and wanted to back away, but was hugged tightly by Winston.

"You don't need to be nervous."

"...Well." Hunter nodded.

"You don't need to put too much pressure on yourself. You don't need to fight for me, you just need to be yourself."

Hunter touched the tip of his nose: "I'm still immature, right?"

"It's not that you're immature, it's just that you care too much about me," Winston said.

"I really want...to win the championship again and give it to you."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: There will be a lot of me and your parties in the future.

Hunter: Excited!for example?

Winston: Submarine party, wine party, Italian chandelier party...

Hunter: Wait, I can imagine the first two, what's the third?