MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 72 Pool party

"Hey ... why are you here?" Hunt stepped forward.

Irving knows how to put his arms on Hunter's shoulders. "Smelly boy, you're awesome! He won again Shire. The guy asked me to drink and drink late at night, and vomited me all the time."

Hunt lowered his head and smiled, then turned and gave Irving a hug.

Owen froze, then patted Hunt's back.

"Fortunately, you're fine," Hunt said.

For the first time he said in such a solemn voice.

"Sorry ... something went wrong with my suspension. It almost hurt you and Winston." Irving exhaled.

"The real harm is that if you really have an accident in the game, it will become the shadow of my life." Hunt replied.

"Yo, don't see it, how important am I to you?" Owen said with a smile.

"Of course it is important. Remember when I was driving a go-kart, I often watched your race against Shire. At that time, my dream was to become a driver like you. So Irving ..."

"I see." Owen also gave Hunter a hug. "Since I used to be your dream, then I will definitely complete my journey perfectly and make you yearn forever."

Hunter smiled widely.

"And don't watch Shire's face smell like that. He is just as fortunate as me. There are opponents like Winston, otherwise our days are really boring. We have won many championships, so ... … We want opponents more than champions. "

"Hahaha, then I will also be a competent opponent to make your life difficult!"

"Come on, stinky boy. Next stop at Sepang Circuit, Winston can't play, and you have to face the strangle of me and Shire alone, don't cry when you lose."

Owen pushed Hunter away with a smile and turned to leave.

Hunter sent a text message to Winston, only to know that the Ferrari team had media interviews in the afternoon. Hunter could only have lunch with the team members.

But having lunch or something is so boring.

Hunt thought about it and called Donald.

"Hey, dear Donald, how about we have a party to celebrate your third place?"

Donald, who answered the phone, snorted. Where did he dare to party with Hunter? After thinking about it for a long time, he squeezed out a sentence: "That ... the next race is too close, the team is tight. ... want to party next time? "

Hunter thought carefully, it seems that since the last bunny girl party ended up being sick because of this guy's diarrhea, every time after that, he talked about him at the party.

"How do I hear a party sound over you? You're too much. You never call me for a party! Let's never make friends!"

Donald suddenly panicked.

"That ... it's a very humble pool party ... our Sauber party ... there aren't many in good shape, especially boring! Really!"

As soon as Hunter heard it, his eyes lit up.

Turns out to be a pool party!

Donald didn't even ask him at all. It's too much!

"How can you know that I don't like to watch it?"

"That ... that I didn't invite you ... if I invited you, I would be miserable ..." Donald's voice was particularly grieving.

"Ah? You're miserable when you invite me? What's this ..." Two seconds later, Hunter realized something, "Isn't it Winston?"

Following the events in bars and clubs, Hunter gained a new understanding of Winston.

"That ... you know ... then you ask me ..." Donald's voice sounded pathetic.

But the thought of this guy hiding himself for so long, Hunt no longer sympathized with him.

"Then I ask Winston to let me go, okay?" Hunt said.

"Ah? Ask him, you ... are you all right?" Donald said.

"none of your business."

"Ah ... great! Great!"

"It's all about you fart. What are you doing!"

Hunter cut off the phone after he said it, and then sent a text message to Winston: I want to play at Donald's pool party.

A few seconds later, Winston responded with a text message: Yes, but I don't like people touching you.

Hunter smiled and replied: I don't like people touching you.

Take a cheeky laughing expression.

Hunt went back to the hotel, found his swimming trunks, and hummed to find Donald.

It was on the top floor of a garden hotel, and even the swimming pool was heard to be glass-bottomed. In the presidential suite on the top floor, the pose of the swimmer can be seen at a glance.

Hunter was thinking about being able to play with everyone in the pool, and incidentally bullying Donald, the insane guy, such as pushing him under the pool, it was so cool.

But when he reached the swimming pool on the top floor, he was completely stunned.

What kind of pool party is this?

Men wear t-shirts and beach pants, women also wear scarves, and some wear vests ...

"Ah! Hunt, you're here!" Donald hugs Hunter enthusiastically with open arms, "I'll introduce you to my friends!"

"Is it cold today? Do you wear so much at the pool party?" Hunt had a black face on his face.

"This ... the wind is strong on the top floor, so it's easy to catch cold if you wear too little ..."

Hunt regretted it like frosted eggplant.

"Don't be sad, Hunter! We have everything in beer! You can drink beer in Singapore!"

"Ok……"

It would be better to sleep in the room ...

But Hunter was an easy-to-satisfy guy, and soon became familiar with everyone, sitting on a beach chair and playing poker.

Don't look at Hunter's average learning in high school, but Stud played very well, winning several rounds at once.

It's especially boring to win this way. Hunt thought and raised his hand and said, "People who lose will jump into the pool!"

Donald's Sauber team is also a playmate, everyone agreed.

When Donald realized what he wanted to stop, it was too late.

Hunter still keeps the record, winning handsome guys jumping pool.

Watching the young female assistants and marketing team members wetly climb up from the swimming pool, the gauze and t-shirt that were originally covered on the body were all attached to the body, and everything was clearly visible. laugh.

But the good times didn't last long, and Hunt finally lost.

Everyone shouted, raised Hunter directly, and threw it into the pool.

"Wow!" Fortunately, Hunter had already been prepared and was not caught.

Hunt stood in the middle of the water, wiped off the water stains on his face, and laughed with everyone.

"Wow ... I didn't even see it in a t-shirt. Ivan Hunt's figure is very good! Look at his waist, it's so beautiful!"

A young PR assistant talked to a colleague nearby.

"Yeah, I really want to roll the sheets with him. Did you watch the last interview with Cacho? He is really cute!"

Donald wants to cry without tears. Why are you thinking about this little ghost?

Can you touch this little devil?

Hunt plunged into the water, swam to the shore, just popped out of the water, opened his eyes, and saw a pair of leather shoes standing by the pool.

The ankle exposed by the opponent was very beautiful, and Hunter praised it in his heart.

But when the other squatted down, Hunt realized that it was Winston.

Hunt felt that he was particularly tasteful, and Winston looked good everywhere.

"Do you want to play anymore?" Winston asked softly, reaching out with his hand and rubbing it over Hunt's head.

"What are you doing here? Donald told you?" Hunt squinted his head and crooked his head, like a cat with a furry hair.

The Sauber female employees behind were whispering "cute" again.

"Um." Winston clasped Hunter's wrist and pulled him steadily.

Hunt originally wanted to pull Winston down, but he didn't expect Winston to be very stable and seemed to have been prepared.

Even his lips had a playful smile on his lips.

Hunter was a little stunned-he really couldn't play this guy!

"Then let's go to dinner! They can't win me any stud! Don't play!"

"Okay. Have you brought any clothes?"

"Bring it, take it! I'll change it!"

Hunt shook hands with Donald: "I'm hungry, and go to dinner with this guy!"

"Okay! Okay! You go!" Donald was relieved.

Winston nodded slightly to Donald and said, "Thank you."

The female employees at the scene talked again.

"Van Winston is so handsome!"

"Even if you are not close, you are still handsome!"

Donald suddenly felt sad in life: you women don't have to think about it anymore, Winston will never look at you more in this life!

A few minutes later Hunter changed into a dry t-shirt and came out, and the Sauber team waved goodbye to Hunter.

"Hunt! Come and play next time!"

"If the Marcus team is boring, join us at Sauber!"

When Hunter left, the Sauber team immediately surrounded Donald.

"Hey, you said it, Hunter came and we put on our clothes and give us a thousand dollars alone!"

"Here! Here! Here! I won't let it go!"

"Say, why are you doing this? I still want to show Hunter my good figure!"

"Yeah, what a pity!"

Donald was speechless. If you show it, you have to appreciate it!

Having seen Winston's wide shoulders and long legs, you ... can't see it!

Winston took Hunt to a local restaurant to taste Singaporean cuisine.

Since last night, Hunter has been in a very good mood, always in a state of excitement, obviously not sleeping for a few hours but not sleepy at all.

Hunter's appetite was seduced by Nyonya-style cuisine. The last time I learned how to use chopsticks with Winston in Japan, and this time in Singapore, although not very neat, Hunter has been able to smooth the food into his mouth.

Hunt ate while watching the opposite Winston.

"Why do you keep looking at me and the dishes almost fell on me?"

"You look good!" Hunter said without thinking.

Winston lowered his eyes, a clear smile on the corner of his lips.

"So which looks better than a bikini beauty?" Winston asked.

Then Hunt realized that going to the pool party by himself might make Winston upset?

"You look good."

"Liar." Winston smiled again.

Hunter suddenly felt that as long as he told the truth, he could make Winston laugh. Winston laughed, and he was particularly fulfilled.

"Eyes, nose, mouth, neck, shoulders, from waist to legs, are all beautiful!" Hunt once again said the truth in his heart seriously.

The smile on Winston's lips didn't close, which made Hunt more and more happy.

"The most important thing is ... it's all mine." Hunter said with a narrow smile.

Winston supported his chin and turned his face to the side.

Hunt followed his face to look, only to find Winston's eyes full of smiles.

"You like pool parties so much that we go swimming at night?" Winston said.

"Yeah!"

The Malaysian race was so tight that they couldn't go out like they did at the end of the Abu Dhabi race.

But Hunter is happy to relax.

After eating, Winston took Hunt to a heated swimming pool.

This pool is also on the top floor of a hotel, except that it has a closed glass roof.

There is no wind, and the water is warm, so don't worry about catching cold.

And lying on your back, you can see the stars in the night sky.

Hunter changed his swimming trunks. After warming up, he couldn't wait to plunge into the water. Then he lay on the shore and watched Winston step out. Those two straight legs saw Hunter's heart tickling again.

"Why is there no one in this pool?" Hunter smiled, squinting, knowingly.

Winston stood by the pool, bowed his head, leaned against Hunter's ear, and whispered, "Someone can't do bad things."

Hunter's heart tightened, and Winston grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down.

He watched him pour into the water, be submerged, then slowly get up from the water, brushing the wet hair behind his head.

The water-stained face looks particularly **** and attractive under the bright night sky.

Hunt licked his upper lip, remembering that he had imagined a scene where Winston would be sitting next to the bath, and he felt a little hot.

"Have you fulfilled your fantasy?" Winston asked softly as he approached him.

Oh? Is this guy in his head? What he thinks, this guy knows!

"No! There are no underwater kisses!"

Hunter clasped Winston's shoulder when he finished speaking, and squeezed him down. The water splashed. Hunter was gasped for a long time, and blocked Winston's mouth tightly, preventing him from breathing.

Until Winston lay down on the water, Hunter covered his body, sucking his lips recklessly, inseparably, without any gap in the pool of water.

Underwater buoyancy is not easy to grasp, and Winston pressed on Hunter in less than two seconds.

His kisses were strong and suggestive, and it was tickling in Hunt's mouth. Within fifteen seconds, Hunter couldn't hold back.

Winston thought it all out, and brought him directly out of the water, and Hunter coughed.

"Are you still playing?" Winston asked with a smile.

"Play! Why not play! You said in the water, can you help me figure it out?" Hunter blinked, his face curious.

Winston smiled: "We can try it."

Then he suddenly pressed Hunter next to the pool and helped him immersed in the water.

Hunter almost didn't yell.

They played until the pool closed.

Sitting in the car back to the hotel, sighed with regret.

"What's wrong?" Winston asked.

"Since then ... the pool party is no longer attractive to me ..." Hunt's expression was sad.

"Really? I thought you would say one more attractive thing."

"what?"

"Swim with me," Winston replied.

Hunter closed his mouth immediately and stopped talking.

The two returned to the hotel.

Originally, Winston was injured and could go back to the UK to recuperate, but he still chose to go to Malaysia with Hunt.

In the evening, Winston packed his luggage for Hunt, while Hunter brushed his mobile phone news with Winston on his back.

Winston lowered his body, Hunter leaned back, Winston straightened up, and Hunter straightened up.

Although naive, Hunt found it so fun.

"Well ... the race in Malaysia, the Lotus team is about to change drivers."

"Because Enzo was injured."

"Um. Enzo is expected to rest for at least three races. I haven't heard of anyone playing for him. How do you pronounce it? Shen Mobai?" Hunt tilted his head.

Winston paused and said, "Chen Mobai."

"Well? Do you know him?"

"He is a Chinese driver and because of F3's excellent performance, Lotus applied for an F1 license for him."

"A Chinese rider? How rare!" Hunt stroked his head.

Winston turned around, clasped Hunter's shoulder, and said solemnly: "Don't take it lightly. Chen Mobai's strength is not under Enzo."

Hunter froze, and Winston was rarely sure of anyone's strength. It seemed that Chen Mobai was really powerful.

"He has strong control over the braking as well as the cornering time and the time of the exit. If he is out, you must be careful behind you except for Irving and Shire."

"I see." Hunter also followed seriously, and then subconsciously read the other's name again, "Chen Mobai ..."

Suddenly Winston kissed him on the lips, and Hunter looked up at each other.

"I don't like you taking other men's names so seriously."

Hunt was scratched again.

"What! You can pronounce this Chinese name, and you must have read it many times!" Hunter pretended to be dissatisfied.

"I can't pronounce any name more than you in my life," Winston replied.

Hunt's heart swelled again. Winston was a man who would never say something like an "old days" vow.

Once said, he will not change.

However, no matter what kind of opponent he meets, Hunter secretly resolves to keep the championship.

After lunch the next day, Hunter followed the convoy to the airport. Hunt originally felt a little regretful to be separated from Winston, but did not expect that Marcus and Ferrari would be the same flight.

As the manager of a large convoy, Mr. Miller met Marcus when he entered the cabin, and greeted him in an incredible way. This made Marcus rejoicing and said to the public relations manager around him: "Did you hear that? Miller, Ferrari, greeted me!"

The public relations manager sighed and whispered, "You don't worry, is Miller's good intentions to rob Hunter?"

As a reminder, Marcus was immediately alert and the smile on his face was gone.

He looked back, just to see Hunter's little head above the back of the chair, and Winston sat beside him. Hunter was cheerfully wondering what to say to Winston.

I used to think that the time spent sitting on the plane was boring and boring, but after the plane entered the stable state, Hunter didn't seem to have any intention to sleep, and he looked around and wondered what he was thinking.

"I'll give you my blindfold?" Winston said, turning his face.

Hunt leaned towards Winston and whispered, "You don't want to try it on the plane?"

After Winston's gaze, Hunter knew that Winston was also interested.

"Fool. This is not a night flight. Two people squeeze into the bathroom and everyone will pay attention to you."

Hunt sighed with regret: "The movies are deceiving."

Winston smiled, covered Hunter's ear and said, "Next time we book a night flight."

Hunter's face blushed immediately, and he lowered his head and said "um".

"Then give me your blindfold. I'm asleep."

"Okay." Winston removed the blindfold and put it on Hunter.

Hunt tilted his head and heard a slight snoring noise within two minutes.

Marcus yelled in particular: "I always think Hunter will be run away by Winston. He is so kind to block Hunter's car for Hunter. What Winston said, he would definitely agree, right?"

The thought of a few more races this season was about to end, Marcus was worried.

"You change the angle. Winston is willing to protect Hunter when he gives up the race. That will allow Hunter to turn him to our team."

I have to say that the statement of the PR manager gave Marcus a comfort.

When they arrived in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, it was already night.

The hotel facilities near Sepang Circuit are relatively complete, but the two teams are in different hotels.

Winston doesn't play, so it doesn't matter where he lives.

The Sepang circuit has many braking points, so it is difficult to complete the race, and overtaking is not easy, so the results of the qualifying are very important.

The Marcus team uses a Ferrari engine this year. There is nothing to worry about in terms of horsepower, but the requirements for the racing suspension system are very high.

On their way to the hotel, they just passed the Sepang Circuit.

Since its completion, this track has become a template for many new tracks.

Hunt stared out of the window with a fascination.

"There is nothing to worry about. Suspension is a field that Brook is very good at. Even Ferrari and Mercedes can't find a suspension system engineer comparable to her." Winston, sitting next to him, began.

"Oh, yeah!" Hunter smiled, squinting.

Deep in his heart is hesitant.

Because of this game, Winston will not participate from beginning to end. Even as an opponent, as long as he appeared on the track, Hunter knew where he was aiming.

"It's hotter than Singapore ..." Hunt frowned at his collar.

"Well, this is one of the hottest spots in the race. The high temperature and humidity will make you consume more in the race."

"Ok."

Just listening to Winston, Hunter felt relieved.

"I told Shen Chuan that I would definitely check the drinking system in your car." Winston touched Hunter's forehead.

Hunter remembered it. The year before last, there was a problem with Winston's drinking system on this track, but this guy hardly completed the next third of the race without rehydration. Endurance is really Like God.

"The Sepang circuit has many corners, the ground is rough, and the tires will wear out a lot. In the free practice, you must feel and evaluate well, so that in the race, you can make a progress that suits you. Station strategy. "

"I know."

Henry nodded.

On the first night when they first arrived in Malaysia, the team had not arranged any activities, just to let the drivers adapt to the climate here.

Winston accompanied Hunter to jog near the hotel, but it was clear that Hunter was nervous, as if jogging with Winston while thinking, he didn't know where to fly.

"Hunter." Winston stopped Hunter, who almost ran into a palm tree.

"what?"

As soon as Hunter looked back, he found himself in Winston's arms.

Visitors looked around, and Hunt was embarrassed to want to step back, but was pinched by Winston.

"You don't need to be nervous."

"... Um." Heng nodded.

"You don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. You don't need to fight for me, you just have to be yourself."

Hunt touched the tip of his nose: "I'm still immature, right?"

"You're not immature, you just care about me too much," Winston said.

"I really want to ... win the championship and give it to you."

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: There will be a lot of parties for me and you in the future.

Hunter: Excited! for example?

Winston: Submarine Party, Wine Party, Italian Chandelier Party ...

Hunter: Wait, I can imagine the first two, what is the third?