Could You Not Tease Me? - Chapter 86 Fanwai just met you 4 (end)

"Of course it is," Winston replied.

"Hahaha! I had good luck with you!" Hunter suddenly lowered his body, hugged Winston's legs, and hugged him.

"What are you doing!" Winston pressed his shoulders firmly.

"Bru says I hug your thigh! I feel aggrieved! But I can't let him swallow what he said! So I can only really hug your thigh!" Hunter squinted his eyes, unconscious He smiled lunglessly.

Winston lowered his eyes to look at him, the big boy's eyes were all his look.

Unique, it fills the world within your eyes.

Just as Hunter was about to put him down, Winston tilted his face and looked at him coolly and said, "Then if you have the skill, don't let me down."

"what?"

"I really like this height. When I'm satisfied, you let go."

"No, I'm just kidding. Are you really angry?" Hunt's expression was a little scared.

This panic gave Winston an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

"I'm not angry. I like your joke quite a bit, so let me like it a bit longer."

"Isn't it ... just hug you for a moment and get angry?" Hunt's expression was like a little lion cub. He wanted to tease an adult male lion, thinking that the other party would not take himself seriously. The lion patted him on the waist.

"Just hold me like that, I'm not angry."

There was no expression on Winston's face, with one hand resting lightly on Hunter's shoulder.

Pedestrians pass by from time to time, looking at them with strange eyes.

Hunt was embarrassed at first, and then he showed a broken jar and a slammed expression, holding Winston upside down.

"Okay, you like it, then I hug you."

I don't believe that with so much attention, Winston can't tell him to let him down.

It turns out that Hunter underestimated Winston, the man can automatically filter on people and things that he doesn't care about.

For five minutes, Winston didn't even move.

Although it is said that controlling the steering wheel of F1 requires extremely strong arms, but Winston is not light, and he is relatively high in the hand of the racer, and has a high muscle density. Unbearable.

"Well, we're just a bit boring like this, otherwise how about you take out your phone and put some music on?" Hunt asked each other.

"Your arms are a little jerky, can't you hold on?" Winston asked.

"I can't stand it? I'm fine for more than two hours of competition. It's only a few minutes?"

Hunt's pride was hurt a little.

"That's it." Winston raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "It's about a quarter of an hour now, with an hour and forty-five minutes left."

Hunt's lungs trembled.

"You are heavier than the steering wheel ..."

"Then you want to let me down?"

"miss you……"

"Let it go."

Hunt dreamed of amnesty and put Winston down.

"Let's go and watch the striptease you said."

Hunt followed quickly, his arm was still slightly sour, but he couldn't help but push his head up.

"Hello! You are not angry with me? I heard you have a clean habit, generally do not let others touch you, is it because you are angry with me?"

Winston suddenly stopped, and Hunter hit him directly behind him.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Can not remember……"

"If I have cleanliness, I will turn around immediately after I walk into your apartment."

"Ah ... makes sense ..."

"I won't sleep in your bed at night."

"... So too." Hunt had a "reasonable" look on his face.

"After you dance and you're sweaty, I won't endure you holding me for that long."

"Yeah, then you should have no cleanliness!"

"Where's the bar you're going to?"

"Are you really going?"

"Learn."

"What to learn? How do you striptease?" Hunt found himself unable to keep up with Winston's thinking.

"How to run a bar."

"Oh ... do you really want to open a bar?"

"Ok."

"Suddenly there was a feeling of being friends with the rich."

Winston said so, and Hunt decided to take him to a better bar "seeing insight".

The light in this bar is not as gloomy as the average bar, but the cold light creates a mysterious and ambiguous feeling. The drinks here are also expensive, because they arrived late and they were not in the middle.

On the steel pipes on the stage, there are already a few women with stupid figures performing.

Different from the steel pole striptease in general bars, the dance here has obviously undergone a special choreography. Every turn, from top to bottom, is full of inspiring hints.

Hunter ordered Winston a glass of "FLASh", but he only needed a glass of lemonade.

He watched the performance on the stage with big eyes, and soon jumped out of the bar chair.

"I'll go to the bathroom!"

"So you react?" Winston's cold voice penetrated the ambiguous music and breathing into Hunter's ear.

Hunt lowered his head and glanced at Winston: "Wow ... your guy looks so big ... don't fret, it will affect your health!"

After speaking, Hunter pushed away the standing crowd and went to the bathroom.

Two seconds later, Winston also left the bar chair and followed Hunt.

What turned out to them unexpectedly was that the bathroom was overcrowded, and they didn't go to the toilet, but were doing things inside.

"Can't these guys ... just go to the hotel and open a room?"

Hunter's face was going green.

"What about you?"

Winston's voice rang from behind Hunter, who turned to look at each other.

"You ... why are you here?"

"Or I'm blocking you, you get out quickly. Too long will affect your health."

Winston gave him back what Hunt had just said.

Hunt's face was bitter.

He turned and faced the wall, Winston leaning against him.

Someone keeps entering the bathroom all the time, and some people swear and yell at the people doing things inside.

Hunt was resolved in just a minute.

"So fast?" Winston began when he heard Hunt's zipper.

"I ... I can hold on for a long time!" Hunt's voice sounded prideful and stabbed countless times.

"Go back tonight, can I help you time?" Winston said as he walked to the bathroom door.

"No, are you telling the truth or not?"

"Of course it's fake. Am I so bored?" Winston asked coldly.

"Aren't you bored? Who asked me to hold his thigh on the street for a quarter of an hour?"

"That's not me bored, but you're bored."

Hunter's expression was blocked again.

When they returned, they found that their original position was gone.

Hunt had lost his interest.

The two walked on the way back.

"Hey, what did you think of going to the bar just now?"

"Ensure the number of toilets," Winston replied.

Hunter laughed immediately.

The two will arrive at Hunt's little apartment and booked a ticket to the UK tomorrow afternoon.

Hunter, who always slept on the pillow, got up in the middle of the night and frequently went to the bathroom.

When he returned from the bathroom for the fourth time, Winston turned on the bedside lamp directly.

The room lighted up for a moment, and Hunter stretched out his hand and covered his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Winston frowned.

Because at this moment Hunter was not only sweating his hair, but also his lips were whitish and his face was unsightly.

"I don't know ... I always feel like my stomach is twisting, it hurts a while ... I don't have any energy ..." Hunter shook back, "I'm sorry, I woke you up."

Winston reached out and touched Hunter's forehead: "You look like acute gastroenteritis. But both of us eat the same thing this day. Unless there is a problem with the drink you drink at the bar. "

"Probably not ..." Hunt looked very tired.

"What do you eat after you return?"

"... When you went to the shower, I drank a glass of yogurt ..."

Winston got up, walked to the trash can, found the yogurt box, glanced at the date, and looked back in a cold voice: "It's expired for three months, don't you know?"

"... Expired? I don't remember ..."

"Get dressed and I'll take you to the hospital."

"Going to the hospital ..."

"Do you want dehydration? You must recover before the next race."

Winston's attitude is tough.

Hunter had no choice but to get dressed.

At the door, it was supposed to lower his body to tie the laces, but his body shook. As soon as he sighed, Winston lowered himself, kneeled in front of him with one knee, and fastened his laces with his fingers. .

"Thank you ... It's such an honour to let the Formula One goddess tie my shoelaces on one knee ... I didn't have the energy to take a picture."

"Wait for you, just shoot."

When I went to the hospital, it turned out to be acute gastroenteritis as Winston said. The hospital arranged an infusion for Hunter.

In the morning, the stomach pain eased, and Hunt's face looked much better.

It was just when he called Marcus that he was scolded.

Winston sat beside him coldly, staring at Hunter indifferently.

I'm sure I can't rush to the UK this afternoon. Fortunately, the free practice session will start next week.

When he hung up the phone, Hunter exhaled a long breath.

"I'm sorry ... I'll change my ticket now, and you'll go to the UK first." Hunt looked at Winston poorly.

"No, I've changed both of our tickets and will go to Britain the day after tomorrow."

"Ah, what ... Mr. Miller at Ferrari will hate me ..."

"My performance is more stable than you and I have more experience than you. Missing some pre-match discussions will not affect my final results."

Hunter's face was blown again, but he could not refute it.

After a few minutes of silence, Hunter suddenly said, "Thank you."

"Thanks?"

"No one is more precious than time. Thank you for being here with me."

"It's nothing."

Hunt turned to look at Winston: "The infusion is boring ... can you talk to me?"

"What do you want to say?"

"You are so cold ... I have to talk to you every time ..."

"Well then, let me find the topic. Why didn't you order yourself a glass of wine last night?"

"... I'm not old enough and I used Brue to borrow my ID when I went in."

Winston tilted his head, his expression obviously saying: This is not the answer.

"Okay, okay ... it's because of my father. He is a stock manager on Wall Street. He went bankrupt after a failed investment. He was drunk all day long. My mother couldn't stand it and left this home. I went for a kart race and the bonus was There were a lot of them, some of which were used to pay off debts, and some of them were bought by him. One day before last year, I smashed all the bottles and had a fight with him. He rushed out the door to continue to buy wine, and then ... Something unexpected ... so I ... "

Hunt's voice trembled, and tears in his eyes unknowingly flowed down.

Winston was silent, and Hunter reached out and wiped his tears.

He tried to hold back, but his chest trembled even more.

Winston suddenly stretched out his arm, took him out of the bed, and drew it into his arms.

"Cry out when you want to cry."

Winston's voice was very light, but a gentle mouth opened in Hunter's heart, and the liquid that had accumulated for too long had poured out.

Hunt choked, then whispered softly, and burst into tears.

Winston's fingers were embedded in his hair, and he rubbed his head lightly.

"Why are you so good to me?"

Hunter asked as he left the hospital.

"Why did you grab my hand that wrong?" Winston asked.

"Because you happen to be standing by my side, I thought you were Miley!"

"Also because you're with me, it's just that I don't treat you as someone else." Winston replied.

When they returned to Hunter's apartment, they saw Winston opened Hunter's refrigerator and took out almost everything in it.

What ketchup, cheese, cheese bread slices, yogurt, jalapenos, and even frozen steak.

Throwing things is crisp and handsome.

"Hey! The frozen steak must not expire!" Hunt wanted to save.

"It will expire in another month. It is unlikely that you will come back this month visually." Winston looked at Hunt and said.

Hunter immediately became poor.

"Check the date before eating later."

"Oh……"

"But I don't think you will take it seriously."

Winston caught the blood.

They booked a flight to Britain the next day, and after packing up at night, they sat on the sofa and watched TV.

Winston was obviously not interested in television, watching the financial magazine of the month with great concentration.

Hunt also felt that there were no interesting shows at night, so he took out his mobile phone and started to dispel the music.

Because he had n’t been charged in the hospital, he just turned on the phone and his mobile phone went on strike.

"Hey, don't you need a cell phone?" Hunt bumped Winston aside with his elbow.

"No need to."

"Let me play?"

"What are you going to play?"

"... disappear."

"I won't let you play childish games on my phone."

Hunt's expectations dimmed.

"Well ... I watch TV."

Because the charging cable was not long enough, Hunter could not play the mobile phone while sitting on the sofa, but could only watch the TV boredly.

After changing the platform for more than ten times, Hunter still couldn't find what he wanted to see, and finally stayed on the shopping channel, which was selling some special men's products, such as ... Grey Cup.

The host described with great enthusiasm that he praised this grey machine cup to the sky.

Hunter showed a longing expression, and said with emotion: "I really want to buy one!"

Suddenly something smashed into his head.

"Ouch!"

Looking down, he found that Winston's cell phone had fallen.

"You take it."

"You asked me to download Fun?"

"Yes, I'll let you download the consumer music, you will change channels for me immediately."

After hunting for two seconds, he laughed, holding his stomach in his stomach, and then happily holding Winston's phone and playing with it until he was out of power.

Arriving at Silverstone the next day, Hunter and the team bounced into a pig.

In the free practice session, Hunt's performance was not greatly affected by the previous relationship with gastroenteritis.

He secretly rejoiced, in order to avoid Marcus's puppet, he took a cigarette, hid somewhere, squinted his eyes, leaned back on the steps, and looked at the sky.

At this time, the phone shook a bit, and it was Winston's text message: Where are you?

Hunter smiled, replied to the other party's address, and incidentally asked: what are you doing for me?

The other party responded: smoking.

Hunt couldn't help laughing.

A few minutes later, Winston came to Hunt.

"You're so slow, I'm all done!"

Winston sat down, and Hunt passed the other cigarette, which had been broken.

"Hey, I don't think you are the kind of person who needs to smoke refreshing or relax before the game. Because you have strong emotional management ability." Hunter asked curiously.

"Because you need it."

"Hahaha, are you here to accompany me?" Hunt raised his arms and wrapped Winston's shoulders. "Every game after that, where will I smoke and send a text message to tell you?"

Winston didn't speak.

In this game, Winston won Irving and Shire, while Hunter finished sixth.

After the match, the two met for a dinner.

Hunt suddenly thought of something and headed for a flower shop.

"You want to buy flowers?" Said Winston walking beside him.

"Yeah. The Marcus guy asked me to order flowers for Audrey Wilson and wanted her to write more about me in the article." Hunter shrugged helplessly.

"Send roses?"

"I won't give it away! Roses will be given to someone you like!"

Hunt pursed his pockets and casually browsed the various flowers in the flower shop.

"Ah, Winston, you have good taste. Help me choose. If you don't take it seriously, you will be annoyed by Marcus ..." Hunt sighed.

"Actually it doesn't matter if you don't send her flowers."

"is it?"

"Just win me."

Hunter laughed, but finally chose flowers.

The clerk handed the card to Hunter. Hunter bit his pen and thought for a long time without knowing what to say. In the end, he just wrote a few words casually.

After leaving the flower shop, the two walked back to the hotel.

The street lights were soft and sloppy, and Hunter patted Winston's shoulder suddenly, squinting and smiling, "Hey! I meet you, remember you, this world is born to confront, and your soul is born to me."

"Where do you look?" Winston frowned slightly.

"The back of that card just now!" Hunt said with a smile.

"You remember wrong," Winston replied.

"Mistaken? Where have you seen these words?" Hunter asked unconvinced.

"I met you, I remember you. This city is born for love, and you are born for my soul."

Winston's voice was very light, as if it would be easily blown away by the evening wind.

"Cut ... where have you seen it?"

"That's Duras' Lover."

"Oh, I still think my version is better for me and you." Hunt replied indifferently.

"I prefer the original."

"It was really good. If it was me ... I would use it when I propose! Maybe I can turn to the other party, hahaha!"

Hunter's heartless laughter sounded.

At the door of the hotel, Hunter stopped suddenly.

"Ah ... a little bit want to go back to sleep."

"So what do you want to do?" Winston asked.

"Let's go to the movies? I just noticed that there is a small theater on the way back!"

Hunter probably remembered Winston's habits and habits. The law seemed to him like a monk. How could he go to watch a movie at night with him.

"Okay. Let's go."

As soon as Hunter's eyes lighted, he put his face on the other's shoulders facelessly and said, "Oh! I'm used to having you act with me! What if I marry a steward someday!"

"Then don't marry."

"Yeah, marry me!"

"You didn't marry me."

"You wait, I'll crush you on the track someday!"

"I'm not talking about this ability."

"What's that? Do you mean I don't have the money without you?" Hunt said unconvinced.

Winston lowered his eyes: "Mr. Hunt, who came out in less than a minute, do you think you have any capital to marry me?"

"I don't need to worry about it in the bathroom!"

"Hurry me up. I can't get you up in my life."

"Fuck!" Hunt snapped a big middle finger.

When they arrived at the so-called small theater, they seemed to be independent movies, so they were less popular. There was no more than three rows in a small theater. When they entered, they only had the last row.

The first two rows are couples, hugging together, listening to the snoring and knowing that kissing is in full swing.

Hunter didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He slumped into the chair, posing as a lazy man.

Winston sat down beside him.

The film has won several awards under the name "Murder at a Speed". Hunter chose this movie, partly because both protagonists are racers, and partly because one of the main characters is named Hunter.

The plot is very abusive, seeing Hunter's face turned aside, but still couldn't help watching it.

Until the end, when the two drivers drove towards the end of the screen, Hunter breathed a deep breath.

It's already two o'clock in the morning.

Hunt remained silent until Winston, who was walking side by side, suddenly said, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm just thinking, if one day I and you quit F1, will they get farther and farther from each other, and then become more and more lonely." Hunt lowered his head, his expression so serious.

"will not."

"Then what do you think of us?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Travel the world."

"Oh, where to go? I haven't even had fun in Britain!"

"Then start with Britain."

"Okay! I want to sit on the London Eye and go tomorrow!"

"it is good."

"anything else?"

"Go to Sapporo Hot Spring."

"Thinking about it is very comfortable." Hunter closed his eyes and sighed, as if he was already sitting in the hot spring pool.

"Go to Dubai for sand."

"I like!"

"Go diving in Tahiti."

"Do you know?"

"I will, I take you."

"Okay! What else?"

"Santorini, sunrise in your left hand and sunset in your right hand."

"How does it sound like a honeymoon? Your wife will hate me!"

"With your words. I should never marry anyone."

"Ha ha ha! Thank you, and sorry for future Mrs. Winston."

Hunter stopped suddenly, and Winston turned to look at him.

"what happened?"

"I'm thinking ... Life is like a Formula One circuit, with rounds and turns of repeated corners. I've been chasing you, trying to meet you, what if we missed it?" Hunter looked at Winston with deep eyes and said.

"Then I will catch you on the next lap."

In Winston's eyes, Hunter smiled to receive the greatest gift of life.

"Then you must do it, anyway ..."

Hunt looked at Winston with rare attachment.

"I'll catch you anyway."

Because you are my end.

The two walked side by side under the street light.

The author has something to say: Winston: Maybe you are also obsessed with me ...

Hunter: So we will meet again on the next lap.