Could You Not Tease Me?

"Who are you going to hit me? I'm not dreaming?" Marcus asked.

"You didn't dream." 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!" Assistant Engineer Amanda suddenly shouted.

The whole team was laughing again.

Shen Chuan smiled, "Well, allow you to celebrate first."

Hunter, who was crossing the finish line, was still panting, and his suppressed heartbeat was not completely released.

Everything seemed to be going backwards, he saw the red Ferrari Winston's arm in front seemed to stretch out and made a "follow me" gesture.

Hunter knew that gesture was not to his Ferrari teammates, nor to Owen behind him, but to him.

I'm finally close to your field, right?

The whole process of standing on the podium was veiled for Hunter. He didn't know what the people around him said. He didn't even know if he was laughing.

He only knew that Winston was holding his shoulders tight.

Tight enough to be unreal.

The shutter sound crackled, and Hunter saw the media's enthusiasm as tide.

The post-match interview was like an explosion, it was about to destroy Marcus, various live programs followed, and an advertisement for Hunt was invited.

After these few races, Hunter has been shaped by the media into a tough transcendence in adversity, and he is young, real and full of energy.

Many female fans said that Hunter's smile was infectious.

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.

"The appeal is just a subjective feeling," Shen Chuan answered.

"No wonder ... because I only saw silly." Shen Xi sighed.

In the hallway, Irving whispered, leaning on Hunter's shoulder, "boy, you can, step on the great white shark."

"Ah? What?" Hunter turned to his side, his eyes filled with gloating smiles.

"Come in my room tonight, I'll help you again." Owen blinked, letting go of Hunter's shoulder and heading forward.

Hunter breathed out a breath. Although he was not a champion, he felt that it was still unreal to step on the cotton.

He subconsciously searched for Winston, only to find that Winston was clearly confirming something with the public relations manager of the Ferrari team, but in fact had been watching his direction.

At this time Winston raised his hand to the public relations manager, motioned for the other to wait, and then walked to Hunter.

Hunt was expecting Winston to say something positive or encouraging to himself, even if it was a bit awkward joke before, let him know that all this is true, but Winston came to him first The sentence was: "When did you get to know Lawrence Owen so well?"

"Ah? Owen?" Hunter remembered that he seemed to be "back-to-back" with Owen just now.

"You're not afraid of being tricked by him now. Or is he because he's beautiful?"

Such a problem was completely beyond Hunter's expectations.

Just then, Hunter's phone rang, Winston took the phone directly from his hand, and the text message showed that it was from Irving, but Winston did not open it.

"Who are you texting every day when you are in Dubai?"

Winston asked, looking into Hunt's eyes.

These problems are not the same as Hunt's assumption.

Are n’t we celebrating with champagne at this time?

And ... Winston found ...

Owen just scratched his shoulder, and Winston could think that he was texting to Owen?

"Why don't you speak?" Winston leaned forward, and Hunter backed away, but was shrugged on his shoulders.

Calm down, Hunt.

It's not unreasonable for you to text with Irving.

"Because Irving mocked me ... so I told him I would kill him or Shire ... I did it, so he said a few words to me, congratulations ... I am not familiar with him ... ... "

This is true anyway, he didn't lie.

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

Hunt sighed, why is Winston still so cold?

He clicked on Irving's text message: Tonight at Hanjue Hotel, 1826.

See you now!

Hunter suspected that this guy was deliberately covering his shoulder in front of Winston!

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

For those feelings about this game, Hunter used "I don't feel real" to answer, and with his sincere expression of contrivance, he gained the favor of the media.

When reporters asked him what his goal for the next stop was, his answer was still: "I want to catch up with Winston." Without thinking about the answer, the reporters laughed. This laughter does not feel that he is childish, but more like the child he is watching is growing up step by step, and has been chasing the dream without giving up.

After finally getting out of the press conference, the guy from Donald called himself very enthusiastically.

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

Hunter responded completely subconsciously: "Are you going to party?"

"Party? Don't you just want to party with your head full? It's so easy to end the game, of course, you have to eat and drink! My teammates and I found a super delicious baked pizza restaurant! Irving and Shire joined It's us! Come and call Winston! "

"Ha? Irving and Shire are also here? Would you like me to call Winston? Do you think the fight on the track is not enough? Do you have to fight each other with pizza?"

"Look at Nirvana and Shire 90% of the time are not dealt with, but there is also a tacit understanding 10% of the time to be angry with God. In fact, Owen proposed to call you and Winston! Come together ! "

"Well, I ask him."

With that in mind, I was a little nervous. After all ... Winston seemed to be unhappy because he and Irving were together after receiving the prize!

Hunt wondered what it would be like for Irving and Shire to eat pizza at the same table?

"Hey, Winston? Donald invited me for pizza, and Irving and Shir ... would you like to come with me?"

"I started media activities in the press center at eight." Winston's voice was faint and he couldn't hear emotions, which made Hunt even more frustrated.

"Oh ... that's fine. I'll send you the address. If you can come, sit down."

"Ok."

The phone hung up, and Hunt touched the tip of his nose and sighed.

Alright ... maybe to fold a thousand paper roses to coax him?

Hunter came to the pizzeria that Donald called alone. This shop is not big, but it is full of strong cheese noodles and fillings that make the population flow.

It was a table for six, and the moment Donald saw Hunter was like seeing a savior: "Are you finally here? Didn't Winston come?"

"He has a media event at eight."

"Is it ... a waste of the lessons I have taught you so seriously." Owen sighed and shook his head.

Hunter immediately remembered that Owen once said to him that if two people were sitting face to face, they would winch Winston's calf, if Winston did not hide, in a way, he accepted Hunter's Hint.

But Winston didn't come ...

"What's the knowledge under the table?" Charles, who had been sitting beside Irving, looked up and asked, "Or are you kidding the child again?"

Owen immediately took a serious look: "Cheat kid? Am I that kind of person?"

"Hehe." Shir lowered his head and continued playing with his mobile phone, expressing his skepticism about Irving's character with a laugh.

Donald remained silent with his teammates and Hunter.

Yes, you are such a person!

It didn't take long for the pizza to come up and a variety of snacks and beer.

They held the wine glass and hit the glass. Only Hunter was in front of Pepsi ...

Charles Hahaha laughed: "Your boy is not growing up so fast!"

"You won even without growing up!" Hunt couldn't help but say.

"Look for death! It feels great to win once? I have won you many times!"

Don't look at Charlie's usual annoying look, but Hunter can feel that this guy is actually very real. He believes in himself, because he is strong, so he does not need to cater to anyone.

Hunter hit him with a cola and Charles smiled. "I don't know when I can drink beer, I'm still not in Formula 1."

"Not in Formula One? Then no woman can possibly endure you." Irving shook the beer glass gleefully.

Shire kicked Irving kicklessly under the table, but was perfectly avoided by Irving. Then Irving pretended to pour beer and spilled it in front of Shire.

"Ah, sorry!"

"You did it on purpose, what more sorry to say!"

Sure enough, the two men did not deal with it more than 90% of the time. And the time to eat pizza definitely belongs to that 90%.

Just then, someone came to their table and pulled the seat opposite Hunt.

It's Winston in a suit!

"Yo! Winston! How come you are going to eat pizza? It doesn't fit your gentleman style!" Charr raised Yang's beer.

Others immediately welcomed it. Winston just nodded.

"Pizza is delicious when you hold it with your hands!" Shire had already grabbed a piece with his hand and sent it to his mouth, as if laughing at Winston.

But Winston unbuttoned the shirt's cuffs, rolled it up, put a piece on his plate, and then grabbed it with his hand and ate it in his mouth.

The cheese was slender from his lips, and the opposite Hunter was completely dumbfounded.

Even so, Winston showed a restrained sensuality.

"How did you come?"

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

"Owen ..."

"I'm afraid you'll be bullied by Irving," Charles explained directly.

Donald and his teammates laughed.

The atmosphere was good. Although Winston said little, both Donald and Shire made everyone happy.

Hunt said to himself, the opportunity came.

He had to "hint" Winston!

If Winston avoided, he apologized immediately.

If Winston didn't avoid it, then ... it means that he is very promising!

Hunt squinted and smiled, looking in the direction of Shire, pretending to be listening to him and his ex-wife's affair, but his legs were raised under the table, and the tip of his shoes went towards Winston, as if it were real Touched his calf?

Hunter's heart beats faster and more nervous.

Be lighter, be lighter ...

Owen said it wasn't intentional, if it were, if not.

Hold on, Hunt ...

A little bit upwards ...

The opposite Winston didn't seem to have any response, just eating the pizza quietly, nodding occasionally to others.

He did not escape ...

Did he feel it?

Hunt carefully intensified, hoping that Winston would remain silent.

"Hey! Donald, your kid has been rubbing my calf, are you interesting to me?" Irving, who was opposite, said with a smile.

"Hey! I didn't beat you!" Donald immediately raised his hands, anxious to cite both feet.

Hunt was stupid.

Hurry and lay your legs flat!

He is so stupid! What he caught was not Winston but Irving! No wonder Winston didn't respond at all!

But when he pulled his leg back, he caught on Winston's lap, which made Winston raise his eyes and look at him.

In other words ... Winston knew that it was his uncle Irving?

what! So shameful!

And after two or three seconds, Owen seemed to understand what was going on. He waved his hand and continued to slander Donald.

"I don't want to catch you at all ..." Donald was almost doubting himself.

"I'm ready, I'm in a hurry, you use it slowly."

Winston stood up and nodded to everyone in apology.

"Oh, it's seven o'clock, you go to the press center!" Donald said, understanding.

"I'll treat you next time." After Winston finished, even Hunter left without a look.

"Winston said he'll treat him next time! Isn't it polite?"

"Winston is never polite! We will squeeze him after the next race!"

But at this moment, Hunter felt extremely sad.

Winston seemed more angry. It looks polite when leaving, but it's actually very cold.

He didn't like to contact Owen himself, but he even struck Owen's leg under the table?

Winston wouldn't think he was interested in Owen?

Why does Irving have everyone in hand, but it is so difficult to get to him?

The phone trembled. It was a text message that Owen sent to himself under the table: I can't see how high you are! I only teach you to hook Winston, and you have learned to hook me in front of him to make him jealous!

Hunter's heart burst into tears: Where do you see that envy?

In depression, the pizza dinner was over.

When leaving the restaurant, Irving didn't forget to blink at Hunter, which meant to remind him not to forget the appointment tonight.

Hunt returned to his room and began to hesitate to see Owen tonight?

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

Maybe I was also playing with Irving ...

But Ou Mingming said that he would help him ... should it be true?

Although most of the tricks he teaches him are not useful to Winston, it doesn't mean they are not useful to others ... maybe the next trick will be useful?

It is true that Owen is richer in love experience ... Anyway, I haven't been played too much this time.

The determined Hunter left the door with the determination to break the ship, went to the Hanjue Hotel, and walked into the elevator, his heart was a little bit worried, when the elevator door opened, he felt nothing mattered.

He knocked on the door of the room in 1826. As soon as he took a breath, he saw that Owen was still wet around the towel and opened the door by the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, little Hunter, I have waited for you for a long time!"

His epilogue stretched, and one arm clung to Hunter's head, taking him inside.

Hunter was completely stupid there, his body stiffened like a plank.

His face was leaning against himself, those pretty green eyes with playfulness were so close.

Hunter had no idea how he entered the door. He only woke up when he heard the sound of closing the door.

Owen leaned his face to one side and put it in Hunter's ear: "Did you learn?"

"Learn ... what?"

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

Owen patted Hunt's chest with the back of his hand and turned back to walk to his bed.

Hunt felt embarrassed.

"You just called me to show me ... this one?" Hunt wanted to collapse.

Owen did it naturally, but Hunt couldn't think of how he opened the door around the towel, which didn't fit his lifestyle at all!

"Can't you come?" Irving sipped a bottle of mineral water.

Hunter thought this guy was going to give him a drink, who knows he took a drink after he unscrewed it.

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

"give me?"

"Well, I specially customized it. 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 it . Be careful next game! "

Hunter unpacked the arrogant gift box wrapping paper on the table, opened the box inside, and stunned.

"You ... what do you send me?"

There are four colored lollipops side by side. The most important thing is that the lollipop has the same shape as the little brother!

Except for the color of the spiral rainbow, the shape is so beautiful that Hunter almost shakes his hands.

"Just as a gift from a fan."

Irving smiled and raised his chin.

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

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

Hunter didn't look away immediately: "I want to punch you now too!"

"Can you be more atmospheric? Your biggest weapon is not the so-called mature man's charm, that is Winston's specialty. What you have is innocent sexy. We want to make this sexier and more explicit. Cause visual impact. "

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

Hunter felt stupid that he came here, just wanted to leave quickly, but was stopped by Irving.

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

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

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

Owen raised his chin, looking down on Hunt.

"If I fall in love with someone, then I want her to dump for me, I will use all means to get rid of all the insomnia, let her dry mouth for me, and want me.

Hunt was stunned by Irving's momentum.

Yeah ... continue this way, he and Winston will always be like this, he will be good to himself, but only good.

"But your box of lollipops will only make Winston feel vulgar, do you want me to give it to him?"

Owen froze, then rushed up and ran his hands over the pillow, slamming it into Hunt's face.

"Who wants you to give Winston a lollipop? Don't you expect Winston to eat in front of you and show you!"

"Ah? It's no use keeping me by myself!"

"You roll me to the bed now and lean on the pillow!" Irving was about to knock Hunter's head out.

Hunter immediately climbed up to the pillow and sat anxiously.

"Crossed up legs! Put your left arm on the pillow! Be happy! Not going to a funeral!"

Owen took a lollipop and sent it to Hunter's mouth: "Have it!"

"What! I don't ..."

Before Hunt had finished speaking, Irving squeezed the top of the lollipop into his mouth.

"Think of your feeling of eating a lollipop when you were a kid, be happy! Don't be so bitter and hateful!"

I have never had such a big lollipop when I was a kid!

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

Hunt couldn't laugh at all.

"Forget it! Don't hold it! Use your tongue to lick!"

"So?" Hunt subconsciously put out the tip of his tongue and touched it.

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

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

"Ah?" Hunt lowered his head and looked at it, thinking about how to get out of his mouth.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Don't be mad at me! I think it's you, not Irving!

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

Hunter: I'm sorry! Begging for forgiveness!

Winston: Sit at the table.

Hunter: Huh? Not thinking about it?

Winston: 10,000 times, can you be wrong next time?