MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 75 Poems of Pushkin

"Hey, my interview will be over in a while. Would you sleep first?"

"Ok."

Hunt regretted that he had said "continue tonight" before.

Although it was late, Hunter didn't want to sleep at all. Now that there are gifts in the room, let's start dismantling them!

Hunt felt as if he had been sitting under a tree when he was a kid, removing Christmas gifts. Most of these were sent by his fans, including sportswear, travel gear ... and lollipops.

"Do I look like a kid? Why so many snacks?"

toffee? Handmade chocolate? Potato chips?

The only comfort is that the shape of the lollipop is normal.

There is also a relatively large gift bag. Hunter, looking at the above note, turned out to be Lawrence Owen! What do you think about this gift ... still don't take it apart.

Maybe I will be mad.

He kicked it aside with his toes, unpacked a bag of french fries, and after taking two bites he couldn't hold back.

What the **** would Owen give him?

It didn't take long for the game to end, and Owen's gift would be sent along with the fan's gift, indicating that this guy was ready before the game began.

what is it?

The more Hunter wanted to hold back from being curious, the more curious he couldn't even taste any potato chips.

Finally, he chose to hook the gift box back with his toes.

Ah, kinda heavy?

Forget it, it has been given to me anyway, if it is something weird like the last time, throw it away!

Hunt opened the box and found that it turned out to be a tablet computer.

"Hey, Owen would send something like this ... a practical thing?"

There is also a note on the tablet with Irving's casual handwriting: Little Hunt, hundreds of movies on the tablet are my gifts to you, enjoy it, and learn more!

"Ah? The movie?" Hunt scratched his head.

Irving not only gave himself a tablet, but also a movie in it?

The movie doesn't bite, so check it out.

What taste is Irving?

Hunter sat on the bedside holding the tablet, and after starting it, he found that there are really many movies in it, but the names of these movies are very strange, such as "Midnight Mania", "Knot Love" and so on.

Hunt clicked on one, and the first picture of the movie was two men sticking things together, straight into the theme.

Hunter frightened the tablet, and when he was in close contact with the ground, he pinched a corner with his finger and was rescued.

The heart was pounding, and his face was instantly red.

"Dead Owen!"

Hunt was angrily about to throw it aside, but the movie was still playing, and those sounds had some irresistible appeal.

Hunt swallowed and thought it would be okay to see what the two men could do!

For two and a half hours, the two leading actors in the movie didn't stop, and they were still playing live. Hunter was completely refreshed. He had changed at least five or six postures in the past half hour, and Hunter had never seen it before.

In these poses, Hunter thinks that the joints in his body are painful, but the two protagonists in the movie forget about themselves. This is what makes Hunter really difficult to understand.

Such a big thing ... doesn't it hurt?

Winston has been helping him get used to it, at most just two fingers, and more Hunter will start to get nervous.

Thinking of Winston's finger, Hunter reacted inexplicably. There was no one else in the room, and Hunt listened to the sound of the movie and began to comfort himself.

But just when Hunt was so immersed, the door to the room opened!

Hunt was relieved, and Winston, in a suit, was walking in. Hunter scrambled to wear pants, but the movie in the tablet had not been switched off, and it was playing at the loudest.

Winston had long legs, only two or three steps across the bed, and saw Hunt stopped.

Hunt, who was embarrassed at first, thought about where he hadn't seen each other, so he smiled shamelessly: "Hey ... you're not here, I'll fix it myself."

What's the big deal, I have been facing other classmates before.

The sound in the movie continued, Hunter stretched out his hand and wanted to close it, but Winston came over, leaned over, and took the tablet with one hand.

"Do you like these poses?" Winston chuckled slightly, raised his chin slightly, and pulled his fingers firmly on the tie to pull down the shoulders immediately, and Hunt subconsciously swallowed.

"No ... don't like ..."

If you answer "Like", will there still be life?

"But I've always wanted to try this." Winston's fingers clasped the tablet toward Hunter, his wrists rotated through elegant arcs, and the movie screen was explosive.

Where can I try this! Will die!

Winston leaned to Hunter's ear and whispered, "I always think about you this way when I make it myself."

"You ... you can think for yourself, but you can't do it that way!"

Hunter looked at Winston with alarm.

The smile on Winston's lips was even more pronounced.

The tablet was thrown to the ground, and Winston put one hand on Hunter's side and kissed his lips.

It was a seductive kiss, and unlike the movie, which was purely to show pure instinct, Winston's tongue seemed to burn Hunter's nerves.

"Don't watch these movies in the future," Winston said as he kissed the tip of Hunt's nose.

"what?"

I thought you would want to see it too! Obviously ... you know so much, you must have seen so much!

"What are you curious about, I can tell you." Winston raised his hand, clasped his suit collar, and took it off.

The moment his heart heard the sound of the suit falling, his heart was bounced.

"Oh……"

"What do you want to see? I can show you too." Winston's fingers slowly unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.

"If you want to know what it feels like, I can let you know."

Winston kissed Hunter's lips again, and the other hand pulled the paper towel over the bedside, and wiped the trace left by Hunter.

"I don't like you looking at other men's bodies, you know?"

Winston's voice was soft, as if to hunt Hunt down to sleep.

"Got it."

So Hunter and Winston tossed again until the morning dawned before falling asleep.

Exhausted, more physical energy than a Formula One.

Before falling asleep, Hunter told himself that he would never accept any more gifts from Lawrence Owen, whether it was a lollipop or a tablet!

The next day, Hunter slept until eleven o'clock, he reached out and touched him, Winston was gone, but Hunter touched the tablet last night.

"Why is this thing still!"

Hunter's expression was upset.

A note is affixed to the tablet, with a message from Winston: I have deleted the movie and installed you some things you use.

Hunt turned on the computer and found that the desktop had been replaced with the picture of himself and Winston in the London Eye.

Hunt laughed, "I like this!"

The special action movies inside were cut out completely without any residue. But there are many new applications, such as fitness management, city weather, translation, evening dressing, and games that Hunter often plays.

"Hey."

If Irving is a stubborn virus, then Winston is definitely a powerful anti-virus software.

After lunch, there were various interviews arranged by Marcus.

The next race will take place at the Sochi circuit in Russia and will take almost two weeks. Hunter came to Marcus and asked with anticipation: "Are you going on vacation?"

If it is for other drivers, Marcus will also worry that once the opponent relaxes, it will affect the status of the next race, but Hunter obviously does not have this problem.

He needs a short amount of time to concentrate, and usually does not give up loose energy management in addition to sleepiness.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Hey." Actually Hunter didn't think about it. Winston is good at planning, not him.

"Going to play with Winston again?" Marcus frowned angrily.

Their small and medium-sized teams let their own driver Hu Lai just leave it, how does Ferrari care about their drivers?

It seems Winston's self-management skills are good ... nothing needs to be managed.

"If you want to play, it's best to go to Russia. Play in Sochi for two days. Don't delay the game. In a few stops, this season will end."

"Got it."

God knows if Winston has time, maybe in the end he wandered alone on the shore of Lake Berga ...

After the media event, Hunt sent a text message to Winston: Let's go to Moscow for two days!

Hunt was about to put the phone in his pocket, and Winston's reply came: OK.

"Just answering 'OK'? It's really disappointing." The sound of a joke sounded in Hunter's ear.

Hunt crossed his face and met Irving's emerald eyes.

"You ... why are you here?"

"I have interviews, too." Irving leaned honestly on Hunter. "Did I watch the movie I gave you?"

"Don't look." Hunter glanced at each other.

"It's impossible ..." Irving still didn't plan to let Hunter off. "But I bought it for a big price."

"Is it $ 80,000?" Hunt asked coolly.

"Including a tablet, it's $ 1,200."

Go for your big price!

"I left the tablet and used it for fun. Everything else was deleted by Winston." Hunt shrugged.

"What? Deleted? Shouldn't it be that you two lie together and watch the firewood and get you into the next race?"

Hunter finally understood why the movies that Irving sent him were pure revenge for surpassing them.

"You play for yourself. Or should I prepare an identical tablet, download it in bulk, and give it to Shire in your name?"

"Hunter ... I guess Winston must be particularly evil ..." Irving said worriedly.

"Ah? What about Winston?"

"You have been with him for a long time, and you are not pure."

Irving has so much regret.

But Hunt didn't want to talk to him any more.

As soon as he returned to the hotel room, he saw that Winston was packing their luggage.

Hunt looked at each other with his chin resting.

Winston wore only a shirt, and stretched his arms to jump over Hunt's pajamas indiscriminately, making Hunt's throat tight.

"What are you looking at?" Winston bent over to look at Hunt.

"Look at you! I think I'm really lucky! You can do anything, I don't have to use my hands or my brain."

"It's easy to get Alzheimer." Winston packed Hunter's suitcase and dragged it to Hunter. "Let's go. I just booked a ticket."

"A plane so late! Sleeping on the plane again ..." Hunt confirmed, and Winston put his blindfold on the outermost side of the backpack.

"Don't you want to take a night flight?" Winston lowered his head and leaned to Hunter, with a smile on his face.

There was a clatter in Hunt's heart, and his ears were burning again.

So tonight, Hunter got stuck in the washroom of the flight by Winston. This time Winston was particularly patient and bad. After Hunter hugged his neck and said, "Can't stand it," the guy took a tissue to help Hunter clean, and the two returned to their positions.

Hunter thought he could take a little rest, and would know that Winston's hand reached under the blanket and harassed Hunter in the public.

Hunt clasped Winston's hand and didn't want the other party to move, but Winston leaned in and said quietly, "Do you hold me like this when you plan to get off the plane?"

Hunter took a breath, and he knew too much that Winston was worse than the whole world could imagine. He could only bite his teeth and try not to make any noise to make the other party come.

When the plane landed, Winston hadn't closed it yet, and Hunter's heart was about to jump out.

It wasn't until the notification that the luggage rack could be opened sounded that Winston finally closed it.

Hunter could hardly stand up.

God knew he was afraid of being caught on the blanket by the flight attendant.

Walking in the aisle, Hunter's legs shook a little, and Winston stood with two of them alone, waiting for Hunter.

When Hunter got closer, he crooked his head and said, "Would you like me to take you?"

"Can you pick me up with two bags? Come on, give it a try!"

Hunter had been ignited by the intemperance of the opponent.

Who knows Winston's rhetorical question: "Will you take a night flight in the future?"

"Sit!" Hunter hummed past Winston.

When they took a taxi to the hotel booked by Winston, the scenery along the way surprised Hunter.

The buildings here are elegant without losing momentum. They are dominated by warm colors. The streets extend outward in a ring shape. The green trees of the tree-lined roads and the warm colored buildings contrast with each other.

Hunter was sleepy and soon fell asleep by Winston.

Winston didn't speak, let him lean in quietly, or occasionally turned, he would reach out and gently pinch Hunter's face.

Winston was very particular about the quality of life. He ordered the Metropolitan Hotel Moscow. Not only was he close to the Red Square and the Kremlin, he also heard the sound of piano performance when he entered the hall.

Winston was checking in, and Hunter stretched.

"Want to go to the room to sleep for a while, or go out with me for breakfast?"

"Eat breakfast! Then go play!"

After all, Hunter is not very young. In addition to training in life is racing, which makes him particularly want to play.

If I go back to the room to sleep again, I will end up falling asleep.

Winston did not bring Hunter to breakfast in the hotel, but instead chose a small roadside restaurant.

Sitting by the glass window, Hunter ate crepes, leaned his head over his head and looked out the window.

At this time, many Russian beauties with blond hair and high noses can be seen passing by.

Hunter exclaimed softly.

He held this position until the pancakes in his hand were eaten, and then subconsciously reached out to look for ham and cheese bread.

But he didn't touch it for a long time, and when he lifted his eyes, he found that the opposite Winston was looking at himself, and the basket with bread had been moved to Winston's hand.

"Does Russian beauties look good?" Winston asked softly.

Hunt shuddered.

"No ... nice without you ..."

"Really? But you've all looked at them without ever seeing me."

In Moscow's morning light, Winston's features are soft.

But Hunt had a bad hunch.

"I ... I want to see you all my life, don't mind if you look at the beauties in a little time! I won't touch them!"

"What did you say?" Winston braced his chin, and tapped the fingers of his other hand against the food basket.

"... I won't touch them ..."

"First sentence," Winston reminded.

"First sentence?" Hunt couldn't remember what he said.

But if he can't remember, Winston will surely upset Hunt for a long time in his way.

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember it." Winston pushed the basket in front of Hunt.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, more charming and mature and temperament than those beautiful women outside the window.

"I'll watch you forever," Hunt said.

Then Winston rolled her face and smiled.

He smiled so well that Hunter's heart was beating faster.

"You never remember what you said when Hu Zou was."

"So what I said was not nonsense."

Hunter took the ham and cheese bread and bit it down.

Winston accompanied him to Moscow's Red Square and the Kremlin. This is the first time that Hunter hasn't asked Winston to use his mobile phone to take a picture of him than scissors hands, because he knows that when he is inadvertent, Winston will definitely leave his best look.

In the afternoon, they went to the Pushkin Museum.

There are artworks from all over the world on display.

Hunter has no artistic cells, he looks around with his pockets in his pockets, but Winston savours before every painting.

"The narrator said just now that it was renamed in memory of Pushkin. Is Pushkin a poet?" Hunt came to Winston's side, but did not dare to exaggerate by the other side.

"Okay, you know Pushkin is a poet." Winston smiled slightly as he rolled his face.

Hunter followed with a smile: "What poem did Pushkin wrote, Mr. Winston, who graduated from Eaton?"

To speak English poems, Winston knows no surprise.

What about Russian poets?

The smile on Winston's lips seemed more obvious. He leaned to Hunter's ear and whispered, "You are the cutest. I don't have time to think about it, but after thinking, I still say so."

His breath slipped over Hunter's ears, and Hunter's face quickly turned red.

"Here is the museum, what are you talking about ..."

"This is Pushkin's poem. What are you thinking?" Winston's epilogue stretched, and Hunt's heart tickled.

"I didn't think of anything."

Hunter turned and left immediately.

Winston always followed not far behind him.

When they left the museum, Hunter looked back subconsciously.

"I heard that Pushkin died dueling for his wife," Hunt said.

"Well. But this duel was actually a trap set by the Tsar to get rid of Pushkin." Winston said.

"Oh ... it's like that. But if someone wants to take you away from me, I will fight against each other regardless of whether it is a trap or not."

Hunt walked in front of his pocket, and after a few seconds he realized that Winston hadn't kept up, so he turned around and found that the other party was still standing.

"Well, what's wrong?" Hunt asked, crooked his head.

"It's nothing, I just think that dueling is more like I would say it." Winston gave a smirk, and stretched his legs to Hunter's side.

"Ah? Do you need a duel if you have a rival? Where is your rival?" Hunt touched his nose with regret.

Winston is much higher than Hunt when it comes to attracting attention, whether of the same or the opposite sex.

"If I hadn't pursued you, you would have loved many people and many times. But now I don't give you such a chance. But you still have the possibility of being attracted by others, don't you? For example, Lawrence · Owen. "

"Oh ... can you not mention him?"

Hunt now has a headache when he hears the name.

"Audrey Wilson."

"I ... I don't like her anymore and have no interest at all! Don't you want to find a woman duel?" Hunt spread his arms.

Winston smiled again, and looked soft and soft in the Moscow sunset.

"So what about the Russian beauties you saw this morning?"

Hunt was completely speechless.

He felt that it should be discussed with the other party.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: I really won't break the gift from Irving in the future.

Winston: What to do if you dismantle again?

Hunter: Do it again ... what do you want to do?

Winston: I'll make a movie with you again, and show it to you every day.

Hunter: ... I will have a psychological shadow when I hear the word "movie" in the future!