Could You Not Tease Me?

Chapter 61: The so-called "naive" is also an advantage

"Owen and Shire ’s contribution to Formula One is unique. Their driving skills have stood the top after more than a decade of trials. They are absolutely strong. They can compete with them and feel their skills positively. Real growth. The golden age will always be there. Although one day the performance of F1 will completely exceed the ability of the driver, and even one day there is no need for the driver to drive, but before that, it is still an era of people, not The Age of Machines. I am fortunate that Winston and I were born in this era, with constantly evolving technologies and opponents who are regarded as targets. "

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

"So, can I invite your friend Winston to say a few words?"

"what?"

"He's right there. You've seen him several times." Mr. Cacho joked.

The audience in the front row finally realized what they were, and they turned their heads, and then the sound of surprise began to flow.

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

At this time, staff even pushed another chair beside Hunter.

Hunt was nervous. Was it a surprise attack? It wasn't in the script of the previous show.

"Hunt, don't be nervous. I can send invitations, of course, it won't mess up the show." Mr. Cacho smiled and comforted Hunter. "And after investigation, what Formula One fans want to see is you and Wen Let's give an interview together. "

At this point, Winston stood up from the audience and walked gracefully towards Mr. Cacho.

The audience also applauded.

Hunt half-tilted his head and watched Winston come to his side and sit down.

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

"I'm just waiting for his interview to go to dinner." Winston's voice was no different than when he was interviewed before, but his answer surprised the audience.

Let Winston and others be a little weird.

"So why are you willing to come up?"

"Because if I don't come up, Mr. Cacho will spend more time persuading me, which will reduce the interview time with Hunt."

Winston answered.

"Because as far as I know, in Formula 1, the only thing that Winston takes good care of and looks forward to is Hunter, right. What flashes on him make you feel attractive?" Mr. Cacho asked.

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

Hey-you guy!

This is an interview on the show!

Hunt tried to retract his finger from Winston's hand, but he didn't expect the other person's finger to be embedded directly into it, even holding it lightly. Everything became sharp, as if Hunter could not hear Mr. Cacho, the skin between his fingers began to subconsciously feel Winston's fingers.

Their length, the turning of the knuckles and their power.

"Is it attractive? He's naive." Winston's voice woke Hunter out of surprise.

"Why is naive good?" Hunt said dissatisfied.

"Because it's childish, it's not easy to hide it. Even if he likes anyone, it won't be long before he tells me."

After Winston had spoken, Hunter's face flushed immediately.

Because it's clear that the "who likes you" in Winston's mouth is himself.

Is this narcissistic or conceited?

Hunt broke his hands angrily again, but Winston's fingers curled, holding Hunt even harder.

Hunter didn't dare to work harder, for fear of being discovered.

A glance at this guy's expression again, calm and steady, still looks like the educated gentleman praised by the media.

Does anyone know what he's doing with Hunt's finger!

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

"If you buy food, you don't have to check the shelf life, you will not pack your luggage, and you will be easily cheated ..."

"Mr. Cacho is calling you to tell me what's good!" Hunt looked unhappy.

The opposite Mr. Cacho wanted to laugh but held back.

At this point, Winston's finger was slowly stroking along the inside of Hunt's little finger, from the top to the base of the finger.

Heartbeat was about to unbalance again, and Hunt subconsciously changed to a sitting position.

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

"Look, that's his strength. Even if others are serious before me, he will always be what he is before me."

Winston answered.

Still so calm with a cool voice, it felt wicked in Hunter's ears.

The audience smiled unexpectedly, Winston turned his face to look at Hunter, and hurriedly lowered his head.

The tip of Winston's index finger was against the ring finger of Hunter's ring finger and little finger, constantly teasing the depression there as if to extend between the two fingers. At that moment, Hunter remembered Winston's scary place and almost pushed himself ...

He took a breath, moved his shoulders, and pressed his fingers together to prevent Winston's fingertips from going deeper.

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

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

"I will surpass you someday!" Hunt said, "whether on the track or in other ways!"

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

"And ..." Hunt froze.

nonsense! Ask knowingly! bad!

"Anyway!"

"He admires me, and that's a virtue." Winston finished, and Mr. Cacho laughed again.

"I adore you?" Hunt's expression was like a young lion with a fur.

"Yes, all aspects want to surpass you, it is indeed a manifestation of worship." Mr. Cacho was afraid that the world would respond without disorder.

The audience also smiled and applauded.

After the entire interview, Winston held Hunter in his hand. He didn't have much energy, but Hunter didn't dare to break free.

"Next stop in Singapore, I hope you both can get good results."

"Thank you."

"Thank you!"

When he stood up and shook Mr. Cacho, Winston finally let go of Hunt's hand.

This made Hunter breathe a sigh of relief and suddenly missed the feeling of being caught by Winston.

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

Hunter has always felt hot since Winston came up.

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

"How can you hold me in such a place!"

Hunter whispered dissatisfied.

"Apart from there, where else would you leave me open when I was holding you?" Winston asked.

That natural tone, Hunt couldn't answer again.

"What do you want to eat?" Winston asked.

Hunt wanted to say, "I don't want to eat anything", but I still didn't say anything like this, because it seemed naive to Winston.

"Beef burger. I heard that the beef burger here is super delicious!" When he mentioned it, Hunter showed a big smile.

Alas, wasn't it just that this guy grabbed his hand?

He didn't dislike being caught by him.

Think of it this way, it seems that you still make money?

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

"I do not have."

"No ... obviously!"

"So there is."

Perfunctory answer.

But Hunter was inexplicably happy.

The two walked side by side, knowing each other's thoughts about themselves, Hunter was embarrassed to be too close to Winston.

But Winston suddenly raised his arms around Hunter's shoulders and buckled him towards himself.

"But apart from what Irving taught you, do you have any original ideas to seduce me?"

"Yes, yes ... it's very naive, and my acting skills are not good for you ... I can't do it ..." Hunt turned to his side, as if he was unconscious and flushed again.

"Then you give it a try now." Winston leaned in, and he had turned his face to the side, almost touching the tip of Hunter's nose.

Such an intimate posture did indeed attract the attention of pedestrians.

There are still many Formula One fans who have not left, how embarrassed if they are seen!

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

"Try it," Winston said, almost coaxing him.

"Forget it!" Hunter walked around, avoiding Winston.

Winston said nothing and followed Hunt.

As Hunter passed a utility pole, his fingers touched it, and he made a "ahhh" sound.

"What's wrong?" Winston saw Hunter frown, and then looked at Hunter's hand.

Fortunately, it did not hurt.

"Do you see what's in my palm?" Hunt asked seriously.

Winston looked carefully again, presuming that Hunter had got something stuck.

"No."

At that moment, Hunter suddenly grabbed Winston's finger with his backhand: "You! You've been caught by me!"

Winston's fingertips twitched slightly, and he looked up at Hunt.

Hunter blushed and looked at the other side: "You see ... you're naive ... you can't seduce you ..."

The next second, Hunter felt a warm pressure on his lips.

As soon as Hunter raised his eyes, Winston kissed him again. He kissed him three or four times in a row. Hunter was backed by two steps in succession. Winston kissed directly, licking and sucking , Obviously suppressed the strength, but Hunter's tongue was quickly sucked.

His waist was clasped tightly by the opponent, and Winston led Hunt back into the shadow of the eaves of the corner cafe, and the kiss became more wanton.

Hunt seemed to hear the man's heavy heartbeat as Winston hugged him.

"Not childish at all."

Hunter's heart beat faster and faster.

Winston hugged Hunter for half a minute before letting him go, because Hunt's stomach murmured, and then Winston laughed.

"The hungry voice also seduce me."

"Hey! Don't go too far!"

Hunter just thought the man smiled and looked good.

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

As soon as he went in, he saw Owen sitting by the window, opposite him.

Irving was calling with his chin on, and the burger in front of him had to be picked up and lowered every time.

The charr on the other side showed an impatient expression, suddenly took Irving's cell phone, the other hand rudely hamburger into his mouth.

Hunt stood by the window for a few seconds, then patted Winston's back and said, "I think it's weird! Ou Wenmingming and Shire are not right, but I think they seem to be in a good relationship, except the last time This is the second time I've seen them eating together at a pizzeria! "

"Because the people who know Irving the most in the world are still Shire. They should not spend much time as racing drivers."

Winston's answer suddenly made Hunt feel hesitant.

Last year, Irving and Shire had already spread the news that they would retreat. This year ... I don't know if it was their last season.

"It seems that we have to defeat them at this Grand Prix ... otherwise we may not have a chance in the future."

"Yes."

Winston walked in with Hunt. Owen, who had just swallowed the first burger, saw them at a glance, raised her hand and said hello: "Hey Hunter! Here! You guys also have beef burgers? Let's go!"

Shir turned back and saw his face even worse when he saw them both.

Hunt thought about it for a while, but Irving still held out his hand, as if Hunt couldn't let go of his hand.

"Sit down," Winston said.

Hunter had to agree. But in fact ... he really didn't want to sit with Irving. God knew what this guy would say was embarrassing.

Hunt sat beside Irving, and Winston sat down opposite him.

Owen suddenly fell to Hunter, placing his head on Hunter's shoulders, revealing a gloomy pathetic look: "Hunter ... Little Hunter ... I will not survive ..."

Winston's gaze glanced over, and Hunter immediately turned to the other side, but Irving's head still stuck to himself.

Fortunately, the opposite Char was no longer used to it, and struck Owen's chair with his feet directly under the table.

"Ah, Shire, you're jealous of me and Hunter!"

"I'm sympathizing with that little ghost! I'm jealous of your face and skin!"

"I see you guys are calling. What happened?" Winston asked.

"What else ... my fans are so enthusiastic!" Irving took his phone back from Shire and reached out to Hunt. "Look! Look! What a unique way to express love what!"

Hunt's mind was shocked a little.

It was a picture of Irving's room, his bed was filled with dead cockroaches, his clothes were flipped out and he didn't know the yellow liquid ... Hunter suddenly thought of himself in the toilet of the Spanish Grand Prix, himself The "water grenade" for McGrady ...

"Are you sure this is your fan?" Hunter admired Irving for the first time, and he was really strong inside.

"Hate my black powder, but also a fan!"

"The Red Bull team has already called the police. The police station just checked the hotel ’s surveillance and said that it saw a suspicious person wearing a mask to enter the hotel that day. The hotel did n’t notice because of the complexity of the personnel during the Grand Prix. , I don't know yet, "Shire answered.

Hunter finds himself preferring a straightforward Shire than Irving's unfocused style for a long time.

"And the most important thing is that the police have said that Owen should pay attention to safety during this time, and he was still messing around alone? If the lunatic came to hit him, by the way?"

As Charles said, Hunt couldn't help worrying about Irving's safety.

"Aren't I still you? I was caught by Shire for less than a minute after strolling down the street! Did you say this guy loves me particularly? After hearing that I have crazy fans, I came here specially Come to me under my hotel! "

Charles rolled his eyes with super eyes.

To be honest, even Hunt couldn't stand it.

"The Red Bull team has changed hotels. But it wasn't safe until the guy got into the hotel room. I told the guy that the assistant would sleep with him at night, and the guy said no. Dating alone with his crazy fans ... "Shire looked like he was trying to get Burger into Irving's mind.

Of course, Hunter wanted to do that long ago.

Winston said nothing, went to the front desk, and gave Heng special meals.

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

"Off ... what about you!"

"Haha, little Hunter has stuttered! You stutter is so cute! Be careful to be bitten by Winston!"

Hunt found himself unable to communicate with Irving at all!

Winston returned with the burger and pushed a large glass of orange juice and two burgers to Hunter.

"Why is orange juice? Shouldn't burgers be coke?"

"Coke is a bubble drink," Winston replied lightly.

"It's not a race now! There is still more than a week before the next race!"

Hunter yelled: I hate you! I hate you so much!

"Well, little fool! Winston is also doing this for you two!" Owen said with a smile.

"Good for the two of us? What do you mean?"

Owen leaned to Hunter, pretending to whisper to him, but his voice was just enough for everyone at the table to hear: "Coke is spermicide!"

"what?"

Hunt meal.

Shire laughed after Hahaha.

"Actually, Shire, if you are worried about Irving, there is another solution." Winston, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"What's the solution?"

"Just go to sleep with him at night."

As soon as Winston's words fell, Shire felt as if he had exploded: "Ghosts only accompany him to sleep!"

"Ah? I thought you would want to sleep with me! I'm so disappointed!" Owen said.

"I'm ready to even suit you for your funeral!" Shire took a bite of the burger.

While Hunter was amused by the two, he suddenly felt that something was resting on his ankles.

He was also wearing suit pants, and the toe of his opponent's leather shoes obviously lifted up his trousers, slowly moving upwards little by little.

Hunt, who was biting the burger, froze.

He was only opposite Shire and Winston. But even with a distance of Shire, it is impossible to get your feet up to your ankles.

No one but Winston!

What this guy wants to do!

But the guy in front didn't even have a look, just opened his mouth and wanted to live in Hamburg.

His gesture of lowering his eyes has always been Hunter's favorite, as if in cooperation with his biting action, his toes have reached the middle of Hunter's calf, and the strength of the shoe tip will not be so strong that Hunter will Feeling uncomfortable, and not too small for Hunter to be hard to detect, let alone half of the trousers that have been tucked up. Winston's toes are on one side, and half of the feet feel like they are going into Hunter's pants.

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!

Hunter now wants to push the burger into the other person's mind too!

"Dear, don't you really come to sleep with me tonight?" Irving held his chin and looked at Charr affectionately.

That look made Hunt feel that goosebumps were about to fall.

"Don't go!"

"Then I will call Alina to accompany me! I want to order a large bouquet of roses! And red wine!" Irving looked with great interest.

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

During the time Shire and Irving were arguing, Hunter had decided to keep his legs away. Hunter deliberately put his hands under the dining table, pinched his pants, and let the tip of Winston leave With his pants on, he smoothly removed his legs.

But what Irving and Shire had said at this time, Hunter could not hear anything, and even the taste of the beef burger in his mouth could not be felt.

The guy on the opposite side, eating a burger is as elegant as cutting a steak. As soon as Hunter raised his eyes, he saw Winston licking half a pickled cucumber into his lips with the tip of his tongue.

The guy had no expression on his face, but could see Hunter's throat tightening inexplicably.

Hunt lowered his head quickly.

But at this time, something rested on the inside of his other leg. Starting from the calf belly, it still slowly moved upwards, and even the instep was arrogantly stuck on the belly of his calf!

Hunter's heart tightened, and this guy came again!

Before he could escape, Winston's toes left.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Someday I will surpass you.

Winston: OK.

Hunter: I will overtake you every time!

Winston: OK.

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

Winston: You can go in front of me so I can like you. Keep crossing the finish line, okay?

Hunter: Not good!

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