Could You Not Tease Me?

Chapter 21: never give up

"Ah? What?"

"It's nothing."

Hunt was playing, and he heard the sound of music. The man aside smoked cigarettes quietly.

After Hunt had played for a few minutes, Winston slowly said, "Would you like to take a sip?"

"Oh ... OK ..." Hunter didn't even raise his eyes, turned to his side, and leaned his head against each other with his mouth half open, still staring at the phone.

He felt the shadows approaching, and for a long time he had not seen the smoke in his mouth, and finally raised his eyes.

Thinking at that moment was frightened by a force, that was Winston's eyes.

Subconsciously, he wanted to step back, but he couldn't move, as if he had been locked in those eyes, and he couldn't escape when he rammed.

Winston exhaled the smoke contained in his mouth, right into Hunter's lips, and made a rotation between his teeth, submerging deeper.

When Hunt nearly coughed, Winston straightened his back and looked at him coolly.

"What the **** are you pumping! There you are ..."

wrong! What the **** are you doing near me! Scary!

Winston extinguished the cigarette and threw it into the trash can next to it: "Aren't you driving F1 through my head?"

After speaking, he left with his pockets.

Hunter was choked into his throat, and tears were almost falling.

Then he realized that Winston had never thought of taking a sip of himself, and he was just getting revenge on himself.

"I wipe ... what gentleman? I must report!" Hunter took a big sip of water and got up and walked back to the team.

No matter what, the depressed mood just disappeared.

The race will begin at eight o'clock the next night. During this period, Hunter needs to adjust his status and also need to communicate well with the team.

It has been a long time since Hunter joined the team waiting for my strategic analysis. The technical officer was satisfied with Hunt's focused attitude.

McGrady's ankle is almost better, and the imbalance in his mind has become more apparent for his absence from the British Grand Prix.

When Hunter got up and left, McGrady said, "This is your normal level."

Hunt pulled a corner of his mouth and smiled, and came to McGrady's ear and said, "In order to satisfy your ardent hope, I will play every game in the future."

What McGrady wanted to say, Hunter walked away in his pocket.

"Meddy ... Hunter is a kid. What do you care about him?" Luke patted Maddie's shoulder.

"He's a kid? Do you know what he did to me?"

"What did you do?" Luke became curious.

McGrady opened his mouth and said nothing.

All the cars are on their own.

Hunter's palms were sweating, and his heartbeat was like his own body.

He knew he was nervous.

He knew very well that from now on, he would not miss all fleeting opportunities.

Winston is ahead.

This time, he was the closest of all racers to the finish line, but he was farther away than the last time.