MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 88 Give you a lifetime 【End of Fanwai】

Shire stood in front of the mirror, finishing his suit and bow tie very carefully.

This is not the first time he has attended a wedding. He has had four failed or short marriages, wedding marches, churches and even wedding vows that are more familiar to him than ordinary people.

But this time, he was nervous.

His hairstyle, whether his collar is flat, and whether his cuffs are perfect. When he looks at himself in the mirror, he even feels inexplicable-why he can't look as young as that guy.

Because he is going to attend the wedding of his fifteen years opponent or his only friend Lawrence Owen.

Irving is different from himself. He is free and unrestrained throughout his life. If one day he is willing to marry, then Shir believes that it must be a lifetime.

Unlike his ordinary love and marriage, guys like Irving, once identified, will never change.

Suddenly, Shire suddenly remembered many of the first time he saw the guy many years ago.

At that time, he was full of self-confidence, like the noon sun, and never put anyone in his eyes, even the top drivers sought after by thousands of media.

Because Charles knew that he would pick them down one by one.

When entering the first test drive of the Lotus team, the teammates who took the test drive with him showed superb driving ability. Each time he turned, Shir felt himself provoked, and even changed from provocation to It became more and more like some ambiguous ridicule, which made Shire's impulse to test drive for the first time at full speed, and the two cars almost burned tires.

This test drive made Shire's intentions endless. When he came down, the guy on the opposite side just took off his helmet and took off the fire hood. The flax-colored hair shook gently, and the ends of the hair were dotted with sunlight, and there was a hint of romantic meaning in the green eyes.

This is the first time Shire has seen such a nice guy. Is he a man? Still female?

Just when Charr was stunned, the other man passed by his side wearing a safety helmet and whistled softly.

The smile on the corner of that guy's lips seemed to say: Don't be obsessed with me, I'm straight.

The unnamed industry in their hearts rose in anger, kicking off a fifteen-year battle between the two.

At this time, Shier held the steering wheel with both hands and waited for the red light at the crossroads. Suddenly in his heart, what would Owen look like in a wedding dress? What kind of smile would your face look like?

With a sigh, Charles whispered, "You must be the happiest woman in the world, because he is actually a very good man."

There are more than ten seconds of red light. Shire suddenly remembered that he was seriously injured during the race for the first time ten years ago. The entire car seemed to be smashed into powder. He was taken to the hospital because of a concussion.

When he woke up, his thighs and neck were cast with plaster. At that moment, he had a little fear.

Ten years ago, the safety of the car was not as good as it is now. Such injuries will not only ruin his racing career, but may also ruin his life.

Fortunately, the team members told him that as long as he recovers, he can continue to race, but he will miss the whole season.

"Do you know that after this game, Irving came to the hospital to see you without an interview with the post-game media?" The assistant told him.

"Look at me? You can assure him, I'm not dead!" Shire imagined that Irving was laughing at him as he saw him lying in bed.

"You haven't been awake. He has been with you in your ward for more than two hours. Your fiancee came before he left."

Shire's heart was poked.

Almost every day, Shire had an upset conversation with his fiancee. For example, this day too.

They were sitting on a hospital bench, and Char was squinting to bask in the sun. He reached out and watched the sunlight passing by between his fingers. The imagination in his mind was the buzzing of the engine above the track and the air. The sound of a crack.

"Char, are you listening to me?" His fiancee Monica said dissatisfied.

"I'm listening. You want me to give up the car, right."

"Yes! You don't know how I saw your car hit and fly! I can't live in fear for you forever!"

"It's as if I'm terrible at technology, every time I crash." Shire looked at the other with a smile.

He liked Monica's beautiful face, she cared about him, and her scorched dim sum, but it was a pity ... Monica could never understand his pursuit of speed and limits.

In her heart, she is always just a crazy adventurer.

"It has nothing to do with your technology ... but I'm afraid of losing you. You just need to tell me, can you stop? Can I ask you to stop?" Monica's tears fell.

So weak, that makes people want to embrace.

However, he could not stop.

"You know at the moment of the collision, I'm not worried about whether I will die, but whether I can still race a car?" Shire looked at her seriously.

"I see. I don't think we need to continue anymore." Monica turned and pushed the wheelchair by the way.

"Hey! Monica! Anyway, leave the wheelchair to me!" Sher called out.

Monica left without turning back.

Shire smiled at himself, closed his eyes, and continued to face the sky.

He wouldn't jump back on one leg, only to wait for the nurse in the ward to find out that he hadn't come back to find him after dinner time.

A shadow stood in front of him, and Charles opened his eyes and saw Irving's beautiful green eyes.

"Oh ... damn, how could it be you ..." Charr raised his arms, and it was ridiculous to look at himself in plaster and a neckband.

"I'm going to the next race tomorrow. So I came to see you specially." Owen said with a smile.

"Will you be so kind?" Charles snorted softly.

"Do you still remember that I made a man play a role in joking you last year?"

"Do you think it's funny?" Charles snorted coolly.

"It's funny. It's even more adorable now." Owen squinted and smiled.

Shire relentlessly lifted the plaster and smashed into the opponent's leg, but was hidden by Owen.

"Hey! If you hit me, who will carry you back?"

"It seems like you will carry me back?"

"Yeah." Owen came to Charles, turned his back to him, and squatted down. "Come up, I'll carry you back."

Charles squinted and looked at the other side, imagining the madness of this guy in his mind.

"Are you trying to knock me down like this?" Irving asked with a smile.

Shire couldn't see his expression.

"No woman can offend you."

After speaking, Shire stood on one foot and put his arm on the other's shoulder, and Owen really carried him up, and turned up slightly.

There was a very refreshing shampoo smell between his linen-colored hair, and Shire was only a little closer, and Owen's hair tip gently rubbed the tip of his nose, a little itchy.

"Thank you for seeing me," Charles said muffled.

"Huh. Does my shoulder make you feel safe?"

"You think too much." Charles snorted softly.

"You should lose weight, or it's too gas hungry."

"none of your business."

Irving put him back on the bed and said nothing. When parting, Shire Yang raised his chin and said, "Don't let the individual points champion of this season leave the family."

Owen, who was about to leave, suddenly returned to the bed, leaned down, and leaned on one of Charles's pillows with one hand, his smile was so unpleasant: "It's so rare, do you ask me?"

"Are you out of your mind? Ask for a fart!" Shire gave him a middle finger.

"Farewell, Rudolph."

Owen turned and left, and Charles reluctantly remembered that this guy would call his name "Rudolph" every time he played well. But this time, where did he get tricked by him?

In the rest of the day, Shier was lying on the bed, brushing Irving's top three records every race, and really won the championship this season.

Shire, with his eyes closed, saw that he had never had a fight with Irving, constantly simulating the details beyond the other side.

The beating of the heart and the temperature of the fingertips are all different.

And the time spent in bed is so difficult.

Shire's mobile phone kept the text message that Irving sent him at the end of the last race: I won the championship, but it was boring without your season.

Before Christmas this year, Shier lightning got married. The object was not Monica, but a little nurse who accompanied him for two full months.

Charles called Irving: "Hey, I'm getting married. Would you like to be a best man?"

Owen's laughter came from the other end of the phone: "You said that you usually offend too many people with arrogance, don't you even have friends? The best man asked me to be a lord?"

Charles didn't speak.

Perhaps all this was his wishful thinking that Irving was his best friend. This kind of friend is different from the usual "drinking beer and chatting" and is more special than the so-called "friend".

But Owen's laughter made Charles feel hurt for the first time.

"I'm just kidding. The purpose is just to inform you that I am getting married."

Shir tried to make his voice sound as loud as usual.

"Hey, Rudolph." Owen's voice on the other end of the phone was a little soft.

"what happened?"

"You can easily fall in love because you need to be loved and cared for, not to satisfy your ego's self-esteem, but your lack of security."

"Don't say as if you know me well."

Irving chuckled: "Rudolph, wait until you meet someone who makes you feel safe, and then tell me, I will be your best man."

"Hey, are you cursing me for a divorce?"

"No. I would never be the best man of someone else. If it were you, I would be willing. But I only plan to do it once in my life. So tell me if you want to.

At that moment, Char was suddenly not angry at all.

"it is good."

Marriage and love are two different things.

Shire's first marriage ended in a chicken flying dog jump.

Irving didn't come when he got married.

On the first night after signing the divorce agreement, Irving drove an extraordinary car for more than an hour to accompany Shire to drink at the bar.

"It's my fault. I didn't have enough time to accompany her and I couldn't take good care of her." Shire said looking at the large glass of beer.

"Neither of you is wrong. There is always a price to know about a person. Marriage counts."

After drinking beer, the two went to play a bowling ball. Shire lost defeat and was so angry that he wanted to hit the floor with the ball.

"It's just bowling. Don't be so anxious." Owen's voice was slow and long.

Charles exhaled, learning the style of Owen and sending the ball out, showing a grand slam.

"Look, right."

The next season will be very fulfilling for Shire. Because every game must do his best, focus on exploding, because his opponent is Irving. His months of simulation and training in the brain finally showed up, and he won the personal point championship of the season with a 2-point advantage.

"Congratulations." Owen hugs him with a smile, but slaps him hard in the media.

Angered, he wanted to beat him.

But this guy always laughed lightly and calmly, no matter how sharp the fight on the field, he will accept any result frankly.

Later, Shire got married again, and he called Irving.

"Would you like me to be your best man?" Irving asked.

"Well ... I'm not sure. It won't work, just be my son's best man."

"it is good."

Probably because of such uncertainty, Shire's wife was burst out during the season and Shire's accountant fell in love. The media have speculated that this will affect Shire's game, but he simply won the championship again from Irving with a slight advantage, and then gave a divorce agreement to his second wife.

After signing, Shire drove for more than an hour to the city where Irving was located. The two played billiards for several days in a row and both lost.

"How do you feel about this divorce?"

When eating together, Irving dragged his chin and asked him.

"What do you think of watching your second failed marriage?"

"Love will inexplicably come and leave inexplicably," said Owen.

"So, when you are not in love, let the other side be free, so that you will remember that there will not be too many complaints when you are in love." Charles replied.

"Rudolph."

"Ok?"

"In fact, you are a gentleman and gentle to women. You need to be loved but never forced."

"Thank you."

After two consecutive seasons, Irving won the championship.

In the third year after the divorce, Shire fell in love again.

The other party was a female lawyer.

"Women's lawyer ... isn't it strong?"

When Irving and Shire met in the channel of the Grand Prix, Irving chatted with him.

"Yes."

"Oh ... you like the feeling of being controlled." Owen touched his chin pretending to understand.

"Hey! What are you thinking blindly!" Charles glared at the other.

"What do you think I'm thinking?" Owen asked.

"It's not a good thing anyway!"

"You said, when you were doing things, were you on it, or was she on it?"

"none of your business!"

"Ah, it looks like she's on it, because you blush."

"Lawrence Owen--"

Shire really wanted to strangle this guy, clutching his collar, and watching his eyes couldn't keep going.

"Hey, do you want me to be a best man?" He asked, leaning his chin.

He suddenly remembered the way he saw him for the first time. The guy still hadn't changed, his pretty face ... and his pretty eyes.

"No!"

"Women's lawyer, you'll be a lot of money when you divorce!"

"none of your business!"

"Rudolph ..."

"What?" Shire really didn't understand why he cared about this guy.

"You are really brave." Irving smiled, but his eyes were serious.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because every time you take your love seriously, but you never get what you want."

Shire rolled his eyes: "Curse me again, I will really hit you!"

This marriage lasted for the longest time, because Shire's third wife was an independent and independent woman. They respected each other and enjoyed each other when they were together. Life was still full when they could not see each other.

On the third anniversary of Charles's wedding, Irving sent him a text message: Did you regret not letting me be your best man?

Shire smiled helplessly when looking at the text message: No.

He didn't know why he said that, but his marriage really came to an end.

The seemingly independent and undisturbed life gradually became a gulf, and Shire found that he and she had no more topics.

The divorce was peaceful and didn't divide half of his money like Irving said. She's still her, Shire's still Shire's, like she's never been together.

"You're about to become a divorce master," Owen said on the phone.

"How about going on a trip together?" Charles asked suddenly.

After asking a little regret.

He won't be happy with this guy who always annoys him.

"I want to go to Santorini."

"You don't want to get married, what do you do there?"

"The sunrise in the left hand and the sunset in the right hand are a lifetime."

"Lawrence, haven't you thought about getting married? Or staying with someone forever?"

"Yes."

"with who?"

"With you."

Shire was almost not drunk by his own saliva.

"We are racing fast, crossing everything, there is no end." Irving said.

Shire's eyes were inexplicably hot.

"I want, too."

Imperceptibly, they spent thirteen years in Formula One.

Charles also ushered in his fourth marriage, and the other party was also a woman who had a failed marriage, with two children.

Shir likes her and she likes her children.

"This time, should I be your best man?" Irving asked.

Charles smiled. "Wait a second."

"But I always think this is the last time."

"why?"

"Because we are no longer young, we cannot run forever. You will settle down after all."

Only then did Shire realize that many drivers would have retired at their age.

"Unless you're tired, I won't stop," Charles replied.

"okay."

This year, they met a very talented and troublesome young man, Vann Winston.

He was like a sharp blade, piercing into their world.

"Suddenly interesting. It would be nice if this kid appeared early."

Owen and Shire were sitting in a small restaurant, and Owen looked at the window with his chin on his back.

Shire's brows frowned, and he stomped the other side with his feet directly under the table.

"Hey! You guy! Have I bored you in the past?"

"You did make me boring, because it was so tricky. If you didn't even have it, I would have been bored to death."

"Then give you a message that makes you more boring."

"what?"

"I am divorced."

Owen didn't even have the look of surprise, but raised his eyes lightly: "Why?"

"She doesn't think I will be a good father."

"But you love children."

"Love kids, and you can be a good father are two different things."

After two seconds of silence, Owen replied, "I'm sorry, Rudolph."

"Um ..." "You love how she feels about your home."

"Ok."

"You should let me be your best man, maybe forever."

"Because you said that you will only be a best man once in your life, so I feel very solemn. It seems that I have not reached the most important point every time." Charles replied.

"Thank you."

Fifteen years after meeting Irving, this guy is finally getting married.

Without knowing why, Charles felt that Irving's marriage was different from his own.

As long as he fell in love, he would have the urge to get married if he wanted to live together, but the guy Irving ... was pursuing inner peace.

He is the type of person who will only get married once in his life.

During the hour driving to the church, he almost recalled all the time he had known this guy.

He suddenly discovered that his four marriages might not have been together with Irving for longer, and he had never realized it before.

When he parked the car and came to the church, he planned to say a few emotional words, and then saw the guests leaving. Only Owen's assistant stayed beside him, and Winston just stood there blankly, Hunt Holding on to the back of his head, he didn't know what to comfort.

"What's wrong?" Charles asked.

"Nothing, the bride is gone." Owen looked up and said with a smile.

"Run ... run?" Shire couldn't react.

"Don't do this. At least you have four failed marriages. I haven't had them yet." Irving was still nothing.

"Why did she run away?" Charles asked again.

This guy Irving has a pretty face and understands fun. Can't think of a woman who promised to marry him and run away?

"Because she is a scammer. She doesn't want to lie to me." Irving said helplessly.

The subtext is: I am so affectionate that the scammers have been moved by me.

"What do you say now? I've been here for more than an hour!" Charles shook his head hard.

"You can go to another wedding."

"what?"

"Winston and Hunt. I lent them to my priest."

"Oh ... haven't I watched enough this whole year? Absolutely not! Walk around!"

"where to?"

"Everywhere you go! Just don't watch their wedding!"

"Be jealous because you know they will never divorce?"

"none of your business!"

"Where do you say?"

"I don't know! Don't watch their wedding anyway!"

Feeling panicked!

"Shall we go to Santorini?"

Owen, who followed Charles out of the church, suddenly stopped.

"What?" Charr turned around, frowning at each other.

"The sunrise in the left hand and the sunset in the right hand. In a blink of an eye, it is a lifetime."

He folded his pockets, dressed in the groom's clothes, and smiled lazily and casually.

Daylight fell on his face.

Just like when Charles first met him.

"it is good."

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