Could You Not Tease Me?

Only in the first corner, the competition of Winston, Shire and Hunter made the audience sweat.

Obviously Hunt chased Charles very tightly, but he was unexpectedly cut off by Irving on the third corner, and the wheels of the two cars must meet together!

Hunt twitched the corner of his mouth. I have to say that Irving's overtaking was level.

After a few laps, the drivers behind were reluctant to show weakness, and Hunt was chased by Chen Mobai.

This braking master almost drove Hunt out of the white line on the 16th corner.

Hunter was struggling with strength, and he had to win the guy who made him laugh!

In the next few corners, Chen Mobai's overtaking was extremely threatening. Hunter's nerves were like countless filaments tightened and running at super power without giving Chen Mobai any chance.

On the contrary, every attempt to overtake makes Hunter know more about Chen Mobai. His technology and his brake control points have entered Hunter's mind like data. The most important thing is that this guy can make different overtaking attempts at the same corner every time. All Chen Mobai is good at will eventually be a weapon that Hunter will use to surpass him!

After a few laps, Hunt was so excited by this guy that he wanted to run. He can finally understand why Winston said that after Irving and Shire, Chen Mobai became his only opponent.

"Well ... Winston's opponents are no one but me!"

Hunter once again blocked Chen Mobai's overtaking in the eighteenth corner. He knew that it was useless to defend Chen Mobai alone. This embarrassing guy was left to those who were surpassed by him!

Ahead of Charr, crushed by Irving, Hunter pulled his lip corners, and compared his fingers with Charr in his heart.

With a smooth line on the No. 7 corner, and the delayed brake control learned from Chen Mobai, he almost surpassed Shire.

Now Shire has been prepared for Hunt. The next few laps blocked Hunt's best line. He showed Hunt a strong defensive skills. Charles was getting faster and faster, and it was clear he wanted to take back his place from Irving.

As for Winston, he is in excellent shape today, and he is simply called "Doom Doom", and Owen behind him is also itchy.

Even the audience can feel the smoke of the game, and every part of the Sochi circuit seems to be full of variables.

Hunter and Chen Mobai successively entered the station to change tires. Before this race, Shenchuan's engineer team made improvements to the pneumatic wrench, replacing the soft tires in 2.7 seconds, becoming the fastest tire change in this race.

After leaving the station, the two remained in the ranking. And Chen Mobai's overtaking of Hunter became fiercer.

Hunt, however, struggled to catch up with Charles in front and quickly opened the distance from Chen Mobai.

On the near-right corner of the thirteenth, Hunter attacked Shire, drawing a beautiful semicircle at such a corner, intercepting Shire, the audience was shocked, Hunter surpassed Shire, and left.

God knows how much he wants to put his finger on Shire, but he is so angry that he will bite his finger and just give up.

Hunter was full of horsepower and smiled in his heart: "I wish Chen Mobai and Shire to love each other to the end!"

Owen in front is chasing each other with Winston. He just passed Winston less than half a lap and will be overtaken by Winston. Such a high level of competition will drive the audience crazy.

After the game, the audience commented on every corner of the Sochi circuit full of spectacles and suspense.

Owen failed to overtake on Turn 2 and followed Winston to enter Turn 3. Unexpectedly, after the praying mantis caught the cicada, Winston stabilized the line, but Owen started to compete with Hunter.

Hunter's braking was extremely bold, and the centripetal force was about to throw his neck out, but he calmly paralleled Irving after the bend and the track was burning.

Irving gritted his teeth to control the line, but was still intercepted by Hunter at the exit. Hunter led the corner and ran to Winston ahead.

At that moment, Mr. Cacho on the media table was excited: "Hurry up!"

Even Owen had to admit that Hunt's level of decisive response was decisive.

After two laps, Hunt finally met Winston on the narrow corner.

In this corner, Hunter defeated several opponents, at this time his heartbeat accelerated, and he was extremely excited.

Winston did not mean to block Hunt's line at all, but continued to lead with speed and braking.

Hunt crooked his lips, and Winston's open arms embraced him as if to say, "eon, baby."

On the sharp turn of Turn 5, Hunter and Winston braked almost at the same time. In this nearly right-angle turn, the tires of the two cars seemed to make a sharp noise with the ground. Winston once again turned out with a slight advantage. .

This made Hunt feel as though he was pinned by Winston and couldn't lift his back.

This competition lasted three laps, and the audience exclaimed again and again as the two contested.

Finally came to the corners of thirteen and fourteen, Hunter was struggling, Winston's driving was very atmospheric at first glance, but Hunter could feel his manipulation of the car and the track The degree of agreement between them is at its peak. This is not just driving, it is more like an art walking on the edge of out of control.

Hunter boldly overtakes on the 13th corner, Winston is almost forced by him to the inside corner, the air heats up fast, the heat evaporates and burns the last reason. Hunter feels that he grasped the moment in the last moment. The fleeting opportunity rushed to Winston!

"Oh!" Marcus raised his hand and was excited to jump up.

But in the next corner, Winston went straight into the corner, then turned strongly, and rushed out after parallel.

Hunt felt the speed at which Winston whizzed past him, and he finally understood that his overtaking was already counted by Winston.

It felt like he managed to roll over and press on Winston's body, and he was pushed down by this man before he took a breath.

"Fuck." Hunt whispered.

The next two cars were like crazy, constantly refreshing the best lap of the game.

The track seemed to be unable to withstand their speed and broke.

"It feels like flirting ..." Mr. Cacho suddenly said.

"Ha?" Audrey Wilson on the side looked over.

"Language contest, each other want to take the initiative and enjoy each other's excitement because of their own technology." Cacho touched his chin. "Don't write in your column, I'm just kidding." Finally rushed into the final straight, rushing forward with the speed of the car opening the cylinder, dragging the attention of this world, to cut the track in general.

The two cars crossed the finish line with a subtle gap, and Winston only led Hunt less than half the body.

"Oh!" Marcus finally exhaled.

Hunter felt that red figure was right next to him, and the feeling of contentment seemed to burst.

Winston extended his hand in the direction of Hunter, and Hunter extended his arm.

The distance between them seemed to be completely crossed at that instant, and the air was superfluous.

Hunt imagined Winston's fingers clasping himself, his fingertips, his palms, everything made him want to get out of the car and hug each other.

I finally got close to you in the game with you!

When they stood on the podium, Hunter showed a signature smile. Because he was happy, he was really happy. Although he could win Winston a little worse, Hunter was very happy.

This is not the first time Winston has won the championship, but every time before he was a cold expression of "This is not a big deal, why did you shoot so vigorously?" With a smile.

Hunt just felt his shoulder hurt by Winston.

Shire ranked third, and the fourth place was not Irvine but Lotus Moses Chen Mobai.

The second-place point allowed Hunter to rise to fourth place in the overall standings. This is a result that has never been achieved since the team was founded.

It was supposed to be media interview time after the race, but the Ferrari team couldn't find Winston, and Marcus also had a headache where their Hunter went!

"Maybe where to smoke?" Said the PR assistant.

"What cigarette to smoke! He has no smoking addiction and will only smoke two before the game!"

"Go to the bathroom?" Said the technical officer.

"Half an hour?" Marcus frowned. "Did he fall into the pit?"

"Kiss the beauties?" Assistant engineer Amanda said uncertainly.

"Why doesn't he kiss you? Aren't you the first beauty on the engineer team?"

"It sounds so reasonable, but I can't find a reason to refute ..."

Hunter was kissed to his breath by Winston.

The tip of his tongue was hot, and Hunt suspected he would be crushed and rubbed into his body.

He was just passing by an employee-only studio, and suddenly someone behind him grabbed his mouth and dragged him into that room.

The moment the door was locked, he bumped into a row of cleaning supplies, and it was a bit of a rush to be dragged down, but someone blocked him, dragged him into his arms, and kissed enthusiastically.

The way the tongue is wrapped around, and the sense of unbridled strength when sucking, Hunter does not need to open his eyes to know who the other party is.

In the past, such a violent emotional explosion would make Hunt afraid, but now he just feels ecstatic. Because he knew that, just as he exulted that he and Winston had finally reached the same height, Winston was also impatiently excited that he finally came to him.

Hunter only kissed back slightly, like driving Winston crazy, and the other person lifted him up, pressing him **** the wall, regardless of the things that overwhelmed him.

The kisses gradually became overdone, and they pleased each other in a dark space without lights, and everything over the door had nothing to do with them.

Finally when the crazy enthusiasm was suppressed, they embraced each other and breathed.

Hunt kissed Winston's cheek, and the other man hugged tightly, his hoarse voice saying, "Do you want to come here for real?"

"If you think about it, you have to plan how to take me out," Hunter answered with a smirk.

"Then don't mess around again." Winston was buried in Hunter's neck, as if his heartbeat was like a wild wave, still unsettled.

Hunt hugged each other and suddenly remembered how excited the man was when Winston said last time he was only behind his car, even thinking of his release in the washroom on the track.

The phone that had long since fallen on the ground trembled poorly, showing Marcus's number.

Hunter screamed "bad" in his heart and bent down to pick up the phone.

"Hey, Marcus ..."

"Where did you die! Answer the phone now!"

Hunter can imagine the look on his face at the moment without seeing him.

"I'm just lost ..." Hunter said casually for a reason, and even felt ridiculous.

At this time, Winston kissed his cheeks and ears, wiped off the things left on him, and put on his pants for him.

"Lost? Why don't you say you passed out in an ambulance!"

Eh? This is really a good reason. Why didn't you think of it just now?

"Go on."

After leaving here, Hunter instead fell in love with this narrow hand and foot, and it was difficult to get a show.

When Hunt rushed to Marcus, the media interview was halfway through. Hunter's performance at this race was still noticeable, but the face of team manager Mr. Marcus was stink.

Hunt was originally worried that journalists would crusade for being late, but he did not expect that they were very patient. The reason was that Mr. Cacho, who was interviewed on the spot, said: "I heard that Ferrari can't find Vann Winston Maybe they are exchanging experiences and sharing the joy of reuniting on the track. "

As a senior media professional and F1 professional commentator, Mr. Cacho is very influential in the media.

Mr. Caccio also asked the first question on behalf of the media present: "For more than half an hour, it seems that your communication with Winston is very deep and thorough?"

Although it was a matter of half-joking and active atmosphere, Hunter's face turned red. After being photographed by the media, fans will start to make pink bubbles again.

After the media interview, Hunter heard that the drivers of the other teams in this race were very sorry that Hunter did not exceed Winston.

That night, Hunter leaned on the bedside and chatted with Donald and Irving, and Winston next to him was watching a very obscure Hunter novel of Stream of Consciousness that only needed a glance.

Donald: Hey, Hunter, can't you just run a little faster for half a second?

Hunter: Huh? You haven't made it into the top five again. Can I win the championship in the race?

Irving: I knew you were the most threatening opponent to Winston, so I will let you more and help you to suppress others.

Hunter: Hey?

Owen: Shire vomited beside me again. He also said that he knew to send you a ride and would not fight with you.

Why does Hunt feel weird?

He hit the other side with his knee: "Wow! Winston! You said how unpopular you are among the many drivers! Everyone is looking forward to my victory over you!"

"Maybe it's because I have won too many times, and they look forward to creating a new pattern for you," Winston replied.

Hunter blinked. "Are you bragging about me?"

"Am I narcissistic?" Winston approached Hunter and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Hunt had thought the kiss would last longer, but he didn't expect it to end in a little while.

Then the phone in his hand was taken away by Winston.

Hunter knows that this guy has been dissatisfied with chatting with Irving, but it's so unpleasant to take the phone silently.

"Hey-don't steal my phone!" Hunter turned to extend his arm, his fingertips were about to touch, but Winston was mercilessly thrown on the bedside table.

It glides across a diagonal and almost falls to the ground.

"Okay, I can't steal your phone. I'll steal you."

"Ha? Steal me?"

Hunt realized suddenly that Winston's other hand didn't know when it came in.

"Ah! Don't mess around!"

"I didn't scratch."

Hunter was lifted over, and he was really worried that the bed they were sleeping in would be the same as the one in his apartment.

The next morning there was still media activity, but Hunt buried his head in the quilt, pretending that he couldn't hear the crazy ringtone of the mobile phone.

Winston leaned next to him, reaching into his fingers and slowly flicking his hair.

"Hunter, it's time to get up."

"No one in the quilt!" Hunt replied unhappy.

"That's it, otherwise I lift the quilt into the air and do it again?"

Hunter's ears immediately turned red. Yesterday his skin was burned when he was hit between the two legs.

"I don't get up." Hunt tightened the quilt.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Winston's voice softly, itching in Hunt's ear.

"Just got up yesterday!"

Winston's lips were rounded, and kissed each other across the quilt.

Unfortunately, Hunter was finally dragged by a public relations manager and an assistant sent by Marcus.

The media campaign lasted for a long time and did not end until dinner.

Hunt yawned, and received a text message from Donald on his mobile phone: Hunt, Bunny Girl Party tonight, the location was sent to your mobile phone, only once, missed again!

Hunter rubbed his eyes, did he think he was wrong?

Donald is so good! There was a bunny girl party!

Hunt was so excited that he grabbed his phone and made three turns around the side of Shenxi.

"Hunt, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm going to a very fun party at night!" Hunter said, scratching Shen Xi's shoulder.

"Is it fun? Will everyone go together?"

"No no no, I'll just go!"

"Hunter ... I think your brain is broken." Shen Xi said.

"Anyone with a bad mind in front of you is a genius!"

Hunt ran far away, and just came to the entrance of the aisle. Then I remembered something and sent a text message to Winston: Donald invited me to the bunny girl party.

Then Hunt was a little nervous, would Winston not let him go?

It turned out that his worry was superfluous.

Within ten seconds, Winston replied: Have fun.

"Aha? Have fun?"

Hunt tilted his head and suddenly felt like he was not being valued by the other party.

Is Winston trusting himself too much? Or has its status declined?

But ... leave him alone!

Bunny Girl Party! Bunny Girl Party!

I'm coming!

Hunt came to the hotel that Donald called.

The hotel looked very new, and just as Hunter had just entered the gate, the waitress greeted him eagerly and took him to the presidential suite on the top floor.

Hunter called Donald: "Hey! I'm here! Open the door!"

Hunter remembered the last pool party, and the girls of the Sauber team could still see.

The moment the door opened, there was no light in the room.

Hunt paused. Did Donald play with himself?

"Surprise!"

The moment the light came on, Donald's face appeared, and Hunter was shocked!

The guy in front was wearing a black tights, the muscle lines from the shoulders to the waist were obvious, but unfortunately Hunter couldn't appreciate it, and the lower body was also black leather pants, Hunter felt so angry.

Looking up again, seeing that Donald's head turned out to be two furry rabbit ears, Hunter couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Donald ... you ... what are you doing!"

"Pretend to be a bunny girl!" Donald said, "I don't want to, but I can't help it."

"Don't tell me your bunny girl party at Sauber ... is that all you do?" Hunt suddenly had a bad hunch.

"This is not a party for our Sauber team, it's a party for you." Donald clapped his hands, and the room behind him suddenly became bright.

Donald turned slightly, and Hunter glanced at the bunny tail behind his leather pants, feeling that Sankan broke down.

"Welcome to the Rabbit Kingdom. Hunt, you are the king today."

Owen's teasing voice sounded, and Hunt looked at the guy dressed exactly like Donald, wearing black tights and leather pants, and rabbit ears, feeling that he had gone the wrong world.

"You ... what do you want to do? What rabbit king ..." Hunt felt stuttered again.

"Bunny party! Baby, we are all your bunny girls!" Owen opened his arms and hugged Hunter.

Hunt felt he must be dreaming. When his chin rested on Irving's shoulder, he was shocked to find that even Shire was wearing rabbit ears.

There were other riders in the bed, all dressed up as rabbits. With Renault's Penny, McLaren's Duchovny, Williams' Colt, India Power's Maiden ... Almost the top 15 drivers in this race are here.

"You ... you have fun ... I ... I ..."

Hunt felt he must be dreaming, and he needed someone to beat him hard.

"Why do you think everyone in this game is dead or alive and you want to get ahead?" Charles asked in a nasty voice.

"Fight for the championship!"

Isn't this a natural answer?

"Because Winston puts it bluntly, if he can win the championship after returning from this race, everyone will have to dress up as a bunny girl to party for you!" Shire collapsed.

Hunter is stupid. Winston previously said he was going to have a bunny girl party. He didn't take it seriously, but now ... can't be better!

This is not the bunny girl party he wants!

The rabbits saw it, but they are all male rabbits!

"You said that if you guys win Winston harder, we don't have to do this!" Penny said.

Penny is an evergreen in Formula One. He has always been low-key, but he never expected to join in.

"You ... you can ignore him!" Hunter was speechless.

"Why not? He emailed each of us! He said that if he lost, he would wear rabbit ears to take pictures of everyone!" Donald said with a smile.

Hunter knew that Donald would agree to this challenge, because this guy has no lower limit! It doesn't matter if he walks around wearing a rabbit and a rabbit's tail. In case Winston doesn't win the championship, he can take pictures of Winston's rabbit ears!

Owen is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Shire is definitely challenged with the character that should not be irresistible. As for the other people, maybe they have an idea with Donald.

But the eyes are full of "strong" rabbits, and the beauty is completely lost.

"What about Winston ..." Hunt asked.

Wasn't the original creator present?

"He said he's here, and you won't be able to get up," Donald said.

The problem is ... Winston couldn't get up against these muscular men!

"Since it's here, enjoy it!"

Owen did not know where to take a pair of rabbit ears and wear them on top of Hunter's head.

"Hey ... I don't wear this ..."

Before Hunt had finished speaking, he was choked by Charles.

Others came to Hunter's side, and Owen didn't know where to get the selfie stick. He stretched out the old man and crackled, and he took the phone back and sent the photo.

"Hey! Who do you want to send to!"

"Oh Winston!" Owen answered with a smile.

"Don't!" Hunter reached out to stop, but didn't stop.

Then he was lifted up and thrown into the bed.

"You ... what are you doing!" Hunter was dumbfounded.

"Are you a rabbit king! Of course you have to sit on the king's throne!"

Obviously, Irving was the rhythmic asshole.

At this time, Donald was about to untie the bow of his neckline, and laughed to make Hunt's hair all over.

"You ... what are you doing?"

"Let's show you striptease in turns!" Donald stroked the stubble on his chin and made a Marilyn Monroe pose. "Aren't I sexy?"

"You're sexy!"

Hunt got up quickly.

At this point, Owen sat on one leg kneeling beside Hunter, smiling more cautiously than Donald: "Since it's here, enjoy it! Where else is there such a special bunny girl party!"

At this time, Irving was preparing to lift up the hem of the tights, and slightly exposed the strong waist line belonging to the racer.

Hunter felt that if he went on like this, he would have a psychological shadow over the bunny girl party!

He just turned over to push Irving away, but the guy stepped away and stood still laughing.

At this time, everyone else climbed up and surrounded him, and Hunt couldn't hide anywhere.

"Okay! We're not Winston, and we can't do anything to you! Can't you have fun like us with rabbit ears?" Irving leaned on Hunt.

At this time, Donald's teammates pushed in the beer and came in: "Everyone drink! It's okay to open Lafite in 1982! It's all recorded in Winston's account!"

"Every time he is crushed! This time I want to drink it all back!"

At this point, Hunter finally believed that it was a party, not a new trick to trick him.

As soon as he was about to reach for beer, he was caught by Charles: "What beer does the little boy drink? Drink more milk!"

Then everyone laughed.

"Yeah, suddenly found that Hunter was the youngest of us!"

"That's why I love you the most!"

Hunter's face was crooked, and he was about to **** Irving's beer, but was hidden by the other side.

"No! Hunter is not yet 21!"

"This is not America!"

"Drinking is not good for growth! Hunter can grow taller!"

"Growing a car weighs heavily! This height is just right!" Hunter tried desperately to grab the beer, still being suppressed by the next Shire.

"Can't your kid be honest?"

"Hahaha, because we all agreed that Winston will not let you drink, which is also the condition that he will not come to see us ugly." Owen said.

"Just a bunch of male rabbits! Even beer isn't allowed-this is a party!"

Hunt's dissatisfaction skyrocketed.

"Don't worry! The mother rabbit is here!"

Irving clapped her hands. At this time, the other door of the suite was opened, and several tall Russian beauties with blond hair came in with various soft drinks.

Hunter's eyes were straight.

"Beer can't be drunk, but sparkling drinks are casual!" Irving patted Hunter's shoulder and comforted.

Hunter was crying with joy, this is the real bunny girl!

"You can see, you can drool, you can crook in your head, but you can't touch it!" Owen reminded.

Hearing again is the shattered rules set by Winston!

"Can't you touch rabbit ears or tail?" Hunt looked regretfully.

Don't you touch your ears and tail?

"That ... Donald, you texted and asked Winston?" Irving said funnyly.

Hunter suddenly reacted at that moment. This "Bunny Girl Party" was tantamount to Winston's declaration of sovereignty in the industry!

Hunt has a feeling that he can no longer play happily.

This KIngSIZe's big bed is their seat, everyone crowded together to watch these full-bodied and beautiful Russian girls perform various heart-warming programs.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: Well, I gained experience at a wedding party.

Hunter: Is it a male rabbit ...

Winston: Yeah.

Hunter: Let's not get married anymore ...