MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 44 Opponents and teammates

The delicate texture made Hunter feel instantly irritable because he had not turned on the butter.

And Winston ate the remaining half of the meal.

Hunter stared at his lips, watching Winston's tongue stick out slightly between the gaps in his lips, and seemed to push slightly at the corners of his lips.

He remembered the picture of the guy biting his finger and using the tip of his tongue to make a cigarette **** when they smoked together.

There seemed to be a miniature bomb in his heart, which suddenly burst open, and at that moment his breathing stopped.

Don't watch, don't watch ...

Hunt looked away.

But within a few minutes, Hunter couldn't help looking back, and Winston's neat and slender fingers put the lunchbox and trash away, as if it had never been opened.

"What are you looking at?"

Obviously it was a cold sound, but it was slow and soft at this moment, as if he was constantly dragging his mind into a certain unknown gap.

"No ... nothing ..." Hunt touched his chin. "Is your guy's cleanliness a bit serious. The boxes for airplane meals must be packed so cleanly."

"If I really had a clean habit, you would have been deported like a cockroach." Winston's eyes slanted, seeming to know everything in Hunt's brain.

He reached into Hunter's eyes, slowly opened his fingers, and said lightly, "Are you looking at my hand just now?"

"No ... no ..." Hunt's heart seemed to be bombarded.

"Oh, is it. What a pity."

"What a pity?" Hunt became curious.

The corner of Winston's lips once again raised the familiar smile of Hunter.

"I can let you touch it."

"What do you touch?"

"My finger."

"I ... I'm sick!" Hunt opened his eyes.

After all, the calm heartbeat was disturbed again.

"Or do you want to lick it?"

It was so light as to be almost inaudible, but the gaze in those eyes was with a playful warmth.

"Ah ... you're narcissistic to a new height." Hunt glanced at each other, pulled down his blindfold, and continued to sleep.

From that moment, he paid inexplicable attention to everything in the cabin, especially the actions of everyone around him.

He thought he knew much more about Winston than the average person, but at this time he realized that more than that.

The sound of Winston breathing, he opened the unique vibration of the newspaper, and even Hunter could imagine the expression in his mind at this moment ... What angle was his finger gently pinching where in the newspaper ...

Then the finger with the strength of the man and the graceful arc touched his lower lip, slowly squeezed into the gap, touched the tip of his tongue ... and stirred his world upside down.

The flight attendant came to Hunter's side and took him away from the lunch box on the small table.

The other just touched his shoulder lightly, and Hunter was frightened and pulled off his blindfold.

"sorry sir."

Hunter's apologetic gaze at the flight attendant.

"No ... nothing ..."

Can't sleep at all.

"What's wrong?" Winston's finger reached Hunter, it was getting closer, the knuckles of his index finger were bent, and he was about to rub against Hunter's cheek.

Hunter avoided it like an electric shock: "No ... nothing! I thought the trash in the lunch box had fallen on me."

"Trash? Where's the trash?" Winston turned his face to the side, his gaze rising from below, "You eat cleanly."

"... I continue to sleep." Hunt exhaled.

It's better not to look at this guy anymore.

The more you look, the more you think.

"Then you sleep." Winston's fingers squeezed under Hunter's blindfold, slowly pulling him down.

He held his breath, afraid that his breath would touch the other side, and what Winston found.

When Winston's fingers left, he clearly scratched the tip of Hunter's nose.

Hunt turned to his side, tilted his head to the other side, and his confused thoughts sank after a few minutes.

Sleep allowed him to temporarily put aside everything he could not think of.

It was morning when the plane arrived at Abu Dhabi International Airport.

Hunt got up in a daze and pulled the luggage off the luggage rack.

He yawned, watching as another passenger's luggage was about to fall and hit his head. Winston suddenly got up, stretched his arms, and pinned Hunt's head down.

"Ouch!" Hunt's eyes winston.

"Be careful." The other person carried the luggage over his shoulder.

Hunt followed behind him and asked, "Well, where does your team live?"

"Hotels near the IELTS Port Raceway."

After Winston got out of the plane, he turned around and waited for Hunt to follow.

"Do you still think you can make it to the top five at this stop?"

Hunter chuckled his lips and smiled, "Yes, why not?"

The IELTS port circuit includes high-speed sections and continuous sharp turns, and the race is at night, testing the ability of the driver.

Hunter can feel that his ability to judge the turning point and seize the opportunity is not the same as when he first entered Formula 1. Coupled with the cars that Shen Chuan and Shen Xi adjusted and upgraded for him, Hunter's confidence in himself has never been more obvious than now.

"So am I going to start preparing for a striptease?" Winston asked with a smile.

He rarely smiled at the media and the team ’s staff, but for Hunter, his smile is no longer something novel, but Hunter will still subconsciously look at it with his eyes. , Like carving it in his mind.

"Yeah." Hunter walked past Winston with a corner of his mouth. "Human ... still don't set your goals too high."

"Why do you say that?" Winston walked next to Hunt.

"Because you are competing with you for the championship of the Mercedes-Benz team and Irving of the Red Bull team. They have dominated Formula One for more than a decade and have been stepped on your head. Maybe they will unite and give you a look. You also want to win the championship at this station, I find it difficult. "

Hunter said in gloat.

The next second, Hunter's collar was pulled over, and he nearly hit Winston's chin.

"That's a big deal and I'll show you."

Winston's eyes were drooping, as if pressed against Hunt's mind.

He let go of his hand, and Hunter took a half step back.

"Hey! You attacked me again!"

Winston left indifferently.

Hunt slightly regretted that this time the Ferrari team still chose a different hotel than the Marcus team.

Hearing that Lari's hotel straddled across the track, how he felt arrogant.

Hunter sighed. When could Marcus return?

"If you think that hotel is interesting, you can come to me and sleep with me."

"I don't want to sleep with you, I'll book another one! It's better than your room!"

"Is that so?" Winston glanced at Hunter like a kindergarten kid.

Hunt was discouraged.

During the Grand Prix, the hotel near the track is bound to fill up where he can book a room!

"I also promised to tell Miss Wilson to come to the hotel for an interview." Hunter looked at the text message while holding her cell phone. "I don't know if Miss Wilson is staying in the same hotel as you."

"The free practice session didn't start that fast. Or if you ask Marcus, set the address of your interview with Audrey Wilson in my hotel."

"Well, Miss Wilson said to me that it would be a two-person interview. She wanted to write a column about me and you. This idea is really interesting. Does your team have any opinions?"

"If I agree, they won't have an opinion."

Why did Hunt forget that Winston had a lot of say in Ferrari.

When Hunt called Marcus, Marcus showed nervousness.

"Hunt ... you answer my question honestly."

"what is the problem?"

"Is Ferrari scrambling?"

After the last time Irving dug for Hunter on behalf of the Red Bulls team, Marcus's alertness has not only improved a little.

Hunt smiled, and pretended to be surprised, saying, "How do you know?"

Marcus exploded immediately: "What? Is this true? How much annual salary do they pay you!"

"Two ... two million ..." Hunt covered his mouth and laughed wildly.

"What?" Marcus was surprised, but if you think about it, after these races, Hunter became more and more brave, even shouting at Suzuki and Shire. If you really go to Ferrari, there may be A wider space, "So ... what about you? What do you think?"

"I ... I ... decided to follow you! So Marcus, you have to be nice to me! Hahahaha! Where will the team make a two million sign me!" Hunt's laughing shoulders were shaking .

"Shit! You're looking for death! Get me back!"

"Will I be able to interview Miss Wilson in a double with Winston?"

"You're not Ferrari, why are you interviewing with Winston!"

Marcus didn't seem to think that what Hunt had just said was a joke.

"Because there is a topic! And this is the first time I have been exposed to such an interview!"

"You give me back!"

"There are some questions you don't want me to answer, or you don't want me to answer in my way! Let the public relations manager come and see me! Otherwise you come to see me in person!"

"You ... you ..." Marcus was almost stupefied by Hunt. "I just let you go to have a hot spring with Vann Winston. You have to be together for the interview, or talk about it together. Love! "

Hunt's heart was shamed inexplicably.

A little caper and a bit lost.

Hunt subconsciously looked in the direction of Winston, and the other party was also communicating with his team. Seeing his expression, the Ferrari team should have received the invitation to interview Audrey Wilson.

Hanging up the conversation with Marcus, Hunter shrugged a little helplessly: "I seem to be joking and irritating Marcus. He doesn't agree."

"Actually, Mr. Miller, the manager of the Ferrari team, has the intention to dig you. But his annual salary is not 2 million, but 3 million."

"What?" Hunter's eyes widened, and he grabbed Winsto on your shoulder. "What happened later? Why have I never heard of it?"

Was it blocked by Marcus?

"I told Mr. Miller that if you enter Ferrari, I can't play well." Winston said.

"Why? Aren't our two teammates good? Even daily training can be together!"

Hunt didn't really want to go to Ferrari, but when Winston said that he would prevent him from racing well, Hunt's heart became inexplicable.

"Because of that, you are controlled by Ferrari. Such a large team is not as simple as the team you are in now. The performance of Ferrari cars plus your strength, catching up with Irving and Shire is just around the corner. They will let you go Pressing to keep my championship. I don't want that to happen at all. "Winston said.

Hunt half-opened his mouth and suddenly understood something.

"When you achieve something, most people will praise Ferrari for its excellent performance and put you in the position of a top driver. Your ability will be underestimated. But unlike Marcus, your ability is in the media. In the eyes of the public, it is better than a car. "

When Winston said here, Hunter was really not angry at all.

"And the most important point."

"what?"

"You become my teammate and I have an excuse to take care of you. No matter where you are, I will want to wait for you and protect you. But if you are such an independent person, if you really take care of me on the track, It will definitely explode. "

Without knowing why, Hunter's ears were red.

He lowered his head and stomped his heel on the ground.

"Actually you take care of me now."

"Let's go now. Since Mr. Marcus disagrees with the double interview, I'll make it clear to Miss Wilson."

"Ha ha ha, yes. She will understand if you go."

Because she likes you!

Leaving the airport, they went to IELTS Island, Hunter bid farewell to Winston, and met his convoy at the hotel.

As soon as Marcus saw him, he hugged him: "My God! I really thought you were taken to Ferrari by Vann Winston!"

"Nearly! He said he wanted to send me a Ferrari Super Run!"

"I can give it to you too!"

"When?"

"Wait for your 20th birthday! Absolutely new!"

"You are too despicable! Twentyth birthday ... then I have to stay with Marcus next year!"

"You can also buy it by yourself at the end of the year!"

Hunter saw Shen Chuan coming forward, and immediately showed a big smile, reaching out to embrace Shen Chuan's shoulders: "This is the real reason I stay in the Marcus team! Where Dr. Shen goes, I will go! "

Shen Chuan shook her head and smiled softly: "Don't pull me into the water."

At this time, Shen Xi explored his head and said, "Well, isn't there a team that pays us one third of the annual salary to dig us away? Does Hunter want to go with him?"

Marcus hugged his head: "That's it! I know you guys are trying to kill me!"

"Remember to pay me a lot of dividends at the end of the year!" Hunter went to his room with a smile.

From his room, you can just see the scenery of the IELTS port, the track is not far away, and the hotel where Winston lives is far away.

Hunt couldn't help wondering if he could see Winston if he set up his telescope?

What is this guy doing now?

Ah ... he loves cleanliness, he must be in the shower now.

Hunt thought about it and sent a text message: Ben came to your door to find you, but knocked on the door for a long time and there was no response, I went back!

Unexpectedly, within two seconds, Winston replied: Little liar, you have never been here.

Hunt covered his mouth and laughed, and quickly replied: oh, are you not in the shower?

Winston's text message comes: Would you like to come over at night?

Hunter just wanted to reply to each other, and suddenly remembered his agreement with Audrey Wilson, so he replied: I look at Miss Wilson's interview arrangement, and go to your room to visit if there is time.

Winston replied: OK.

Hunter called Audrey Wilson and didn't expect her to be in the same hotel as Marcus.

So they made an appointment to meet in the restaurant on the top floor of the restaurant. Audrey specifically requested that Mr. Marcus not send a public relations manager or assistant to follow. She hoped that Hunter would accept her interview in the most natural state.

The public relations manager and public relations assistant came to Hunter's room and found that the guy was sitting in bed in jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt and playing with amusement with intent, showing a collapsed expression.

"Hunter! Are you going to be interviewed by a well-known media person, what about your suit?"

"Isn't Miss Wilson saying that you want to complete the visit in a relaxed state? And if you can't say it, you all told me, I remember!"

"Hunt ... you weren't like that before! How much do you want to be interviewed by Audrey Wilson? You also said that she is your goddess of dreams!" Said the PR manager silently.

Hunt froze ...

Yeah, Audrey Wilson interviewed himself, he was very happy. But the feeling of happiness and expectation was completely different.

His mood is pleasant, but his mood is peaceful.

"I didn't bring a suit." Hunt looked at the PR manager.

"Oh ... my **** ..." the PR manager covered his eyes.

So, in the end, Hunter wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans as standard and went to the restaurant on the top floor.

It was a terrace shrouded in floor-to-ceiling glass, and Audrey Wilson reserved that location so they could chat without interruption.

She wasn't very formal. The hem of the shirt was tied to the waist and the lower body was also jeans. The light makeup on the face made Hunter feel close and bright.

I'm glad I didn't wear a suit again, otherwise it would be ridiculous to compare with Audrey.

Beside Audrey was a photojournalist carrying a camera.

"The light here is very good, and you don't even need a light board." Audrey said with a smile.

Hunt sat down, looked at Audrey, and smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Audrey asked curiously.

"I ... just remembered that a friend said to me that I like to see me sitting in a bright place. Then today I saw Miss Wilson sitting in a bright place. Everything about you is so clear. I suddenly understand that my friend told me The mood when I said that. "

Audrey also smiled sideways: "I also seem to understand the mood of your friend. Because Hunt, when you smile happily, even if there is no light around, it will make people feel bright."

Hunter's face suddenly turned red, and even his ears went red. He lowered his head halfway and touched the tip of his nose.

"Well, I won't tease you, please answer my question seriously and honestly. At this moment no PR manager or other members of the team are watching you. If you have anything to say, you can talk freely."

Audrey's problems are mainly focused on Hunt's Formula One career planning, field strategy and judgment, Hunt's expectations of FIA reform directions, and so on.

No matter what Hunter says, Audrey always keeps listening carefully. Sometimes when Hunter doesn't know how to express her meaning, Audrey can always stab the core.

This made Hunt feel very grateful for her understanding.

"Well, let's talk about professional topics here first. Now let's talk about topics that fans are interested in. Almost all Formula One fans know that Ferrari's Fann Winston has always been cold before the public. You've hardly heard any news about him communicating with anyone before, but you've now become the official Winston friend of Ferrari. How do you know each other? "Audrey asked curiously.

This problem suddenly stumped Hunt.

Yeah, how do they know each other?

It seems that the first time I spoke to each other was in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix.

"What's wrong? Hunt?"

"Probably because ... I'm real, so Winston took the initiative to talk to me?"

I can't say that he forgot to zip his pants when he hit McGrady in the bathroom. Was reminded by Winston?

Audrey took out her phone and said with a smile, "In fact, I interviewed Winston before I interviewed you. The question is the same. Do you know how Winston answered?"

"How did you answer?" Hunt's small heart beat. Any embarrassment about Winston's guy can be said rightly. If the Spanish Grand Prix toilet thing is made public, Hunter feels he can't continue.

"He said ..." Audrey pulled up the corners of her lips, which made Hunt feel a little bad. "You feel unbearable when you open your pants with a zipper in the bathroom and go out. Remind you. "

Hunt immediately covered his eyes: "Would you be so honest!"

"Second question, have you ever thought about working with Winston in the same team one day?"

Hunt looked up, and discussed the issue with Winston when he left the airport today.

"Yes, how could it have never been thought of? If you are in the same team, you can train together, go to race together, and have more time to learn and communicate with him. But ... I am three or three times smaller than Winston. Four years old. I ’m like a kid in front of him. If he is in the same team, he will take care of me and protect me, then I will not grow up. So, I would rather be his pure opponent on the track, so I To really grow up. "

Hunt held the glass in front of him and said it seriously.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: Actually I won't let you be my teammate, but I'm afraid I can't help it.

Hunter: Can't help it?

Winston: I can't help making you cry every day.

Hunter: ... how many dark thoughts do you have in your head?

Winston: A lot. Would you like to see it?