MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 87 Extra Christmas Holidays

Hunter in the gym was working out on the treadmill, with a fitness coach next to him.

"Hunt, you are in good shape today! All day physical training is good!"

"I'm not a kid! What's not good!" Hunter's expression of extreme dissatisfaction, incidentally dragging the **** towards the other side.

"Because Winston has returned to the UK. You have been living by yourself for a month, and you get up every morning. Didn't you be late one day?"

"He's not my electronic alarm clock!" Hunt paused the treadmill, took a few steps to get down, warmed up, and was ready for other training.

"But no one can wake you up except him!" The fitness coach still gave up.

Hunter rolled his eyes.

He certainly couldn't tell the other party about Winston and himself.

When Winston packed his bags and went to Britain that day, Hunt was reluctant. In the past, I was alone. Suddenly someone was with me, eating and sleeping together and "exercising". I was accustomed to following the man's almost obsessive-compulsive disorder schedule. Hunter had the urge to simply abandon Marcus and go to Ferrari.

Hunt has been following Winston. He packed his bags and Hunt squatted to watch. He cleaned the refrigerator for Hunter, and Hunter followed. When he entered the bathroom, Hunter would follow, and just as he was about to enter the door, Winston put his hands around his chest and pushed him out.

"Do you know that you look like Labrador abandoned by the owner?" Winston sat on the sofa, looking at Hunt with his arms crossed.

"Labrador? Shouldn't I be Hakis?"

"You know yourself very well." Winston half-headed his head with a smile on his lips.

Hunt is not the taste anymore, what Labrador, what Hatch!

"Come and sit." Winston's voice was soft.

This was the least resistant tone of Hunter, which made him almost forget that last night, the man strongly pressed him to sit on the bedside. The second time, Hunter thirsty and uncomfortable turned over and drank water, only to turn around and pull up the quilt. I didn't know how to ignite the fire in Winston and was dragged back, both legs and waist Almost died.

The nutritionist also said why Hunter ate more than last year, but not much fat.

Hunter wants to cry without tears, obviously because he burns more calories at night, OK?

"Oh." Hunt walked to Winston and sat down.

Who knew Winston looked at him sideways: "I'm not talking about sitting there."

Hunt's heart trembled slightly, and he immediately understood what the other person was talking about.

"I just sat yesterday."

"You can sit in your pants today." Winston's voice was a little teased.

Hunt sat motionless. He still has back pain.

"Ms. Anne is already on the way, and it's about ten minutes away. You don't want to hug me at all?" Winston asked, turning his face.

That resentment rushed to Hunter's mind again, and he got up and sat on Winston's body.

Face to face, feeling the other person's breathing and temperature, and the strength of his hands to support him, Hunter actually likes it.

Winston raised his face and kissed Hunter's lips.

"This morning, Marcus heard that I was going back to Britain and seemed worried."

"worry about what?"

"Worried about not being able to wake you up in the morning, what about your physical training and test drive? Always asking me how I used to call you."

Hunter's ears went red immediately.

"I told him, no one else could use my method." Winston deliberately turned it up slightly, and Hunter quickly hugged his neck.

"I find that you are really intemperate at all! What if I get hurt?" Hunt asked the other with a very serious expression.

"Presumably I found temperance very meaningless. If I wasn't temperate enough, in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, I would make you cry, I don't need to spend so much attention to approach you." Winston's voice It was very light, but Hunter felt a pain in his lower back.

"How can temperance be meaningless!"

"I was surprised by your resilience, and I only did it once a week."

If you count the number of times, it is indeed one time, but this time it is more than one time.

"Now that's it. Your daily mobile alarm clock is seven o'clock. I'll call you at seven o'clock. If you don't answer the phone or your voice is drowsy, remember it once. Until Christmas holiday."

"... How about remembering it?"

"Just use it here." Winston's hand was slowly lowered, and Hunter couldn't sit still, tilted aside, but was immediately buckled back by Winston.

His warm breath was right next to Hunter's ear, and he was about to burn his ears.

"So Hunt, you have to get up on time when I'm not by your side. I've remembered too many times, and I'm afraid you won't be able to fit in your stomach at Christmas."

Can't fit ...

The moment he understood it, Hunter wanted to beat the man.

Then the doorbell rang, and it was Miss Anne who came to pick up Winston.

Winston got up straight with Hunter's legs and he leaned forward to kiss Hunter.

Hunt fell backwards as he moved, immediately reaching out to grab each other's shoulders.

Winston's kiss was strong, and his tongue curled like a force to take Hunter away.

Miss Anne rang the doorbell for a long time and no one opened the door. She had to pick up Winston's cell phone. But Winston was hugging Hunter, and did not mean to end the kiss at all.

Winston's ringtone stopped, but Hunt's ringtone rang.

Winston sucked hard, and Hunt badly tried to bite the opponent's tongue but failed.

"I'm leaving. See you on Christmas."

Winston turned around and put Hunt back on the sofa.

Hearing the sound of the trunk, Hunter's heart was empty.

In the first two or three days, Hunter did not take Winston's so-called memory in his mind. At eight o'clock on the first day, the fitness assistant knocked out the doorbell of his apartment. After waking up, the text message on his mobile phone was "remembered once."

The next day, Hunter slept until half past seven, and the fitness assistant felt it was quite comforting that he could get up at this time. The text message received on Hunter ’s phone was “the second time I remembered”.

On the third day, when the alarm of the mobile phone rang, Hunter stumbled up and almost fell asleep against the bedside. When the specific ringtone of Winston rang, Hunter was agitated and immediately picked up the mobile phone.

"I woke up!"

"Oh. I also said I can remember the third time. So I don't have to take you to Switzerland for skiing at Christmas. We are directly at home and you can lie in bed all Christmas."

Winston's voice was uniquely cool, and Hunter seemed to be able to feel the snow-capped mountains and soft snow.

"I'm going!"

"Go to bed?"

"Go skiing!"

"Then don't let your fitness coach continue to realize what it is to wake up a person who doesn't wake up."

So Hunter, like obsessive-compulsive disorder, wakes up every morning after being awakened by a mobile phone alarm and sits on his bed to wake up, waiting for Winston's call.

Until the Christmas holiday, Hunter was never "remembered" by Winston.

Both Marcus and the coaching team were very grateful to Winston, who felt that he had a very positive impact on Hunter and made him grow up.

Finally it's Christmas time. Whether the team of engineers, strategists or even the coaching team can finally go home on holiday.

"Merry Christmas, Hunter." Marcus gave Hunter a big hug. "Where do you plan to play during the holidays?"

"Go skiing in Switzerland!"

"Skiing ... you go skiing with Winston?"

"What's wrong? You want to go too?"

"No no no ... I would rather you go to the moon by rocket! I have to call Winston!"

"What's wrong with him?" Hunt asked the fitness coach aside.

"I'm probably worried that you will have an accident skiing."

Marcus, who was still nervous at first, relaxed his expression after talking to Winston for more than ten minutes.

He came to Hunter's side, patted Hunter's shoulder with a heavy expression and said, "Don't go crazy at Christmas."

"what?"

"Knowing that you are young and can't help but want to indulge. But indulging now is not good for the future."

"Ah?" Hunt was still confused.

But the thought of seeing Winston, Hunt felt happy to fly.

He rushed home, without Winston, he had to pack his own luggage.

When he opened the trunk and was thinking about what he was taking, he received a text message from Winston on his mobile phone.

It details the clothes and shoes you need to bring, and even writes clearly where they are packed.

Hunt touched his nose and smiled, replying to the other party: What can I do without you.

It took Hunter a lot of effort to stuff everything into the suitcase. Probably it was a lot of time with Winston, always watching him packing his luggage. Hunt, who had always been messy, accidentally trimmed his suitcase.

When he came outside, he saw Shen Chuan's car waiting for him, and his co-pilot sat with his wife Zhang Jingxiao.

Hunt put his luggage in the trunk and asked, "Well, what about the creek?"

"Xiaoxi has returned to China. Christmas is not a holiday in China. Xiaoxi went to Ruifeng Automobile as a technical consultant."

"What? She's leaving the team?" Hunt immediately lay on the back seat.

"No, just two weeks. I forgot to tell you that the MIT alumni who has been helping us build mathematical models is Chen Mobai."

"What? Where does that guy look like he graduated from MIT?"

"You don't look like you can win the F1 championship." Shen Chuan answered with a smile.

"But it seems that next season, you and him will inevitably be teammates." Zhang Jingxiao on the co-pilot made up the knife.

"Oh my **** ... that guy will ridicule me every day!" Hunt hugged his head, looking like he was going to burst.

"Relax, Xiaoxi is so upright. If Chen Mobai really bullies you, Xiaoxi will make him feel bad." Zhang Jingxiao turned and smiled.

"Oh, and your future teammate heard that you are going to ski skiing with Winston in Switzerland, specially for you. Look, isn't he trying to make a good relationship with you?" Shen Chuan passed a box back To hunt.

"... What is this?" Hunt stared at the Chinese characters on it, confused.

"The medicine you used to have a fever last time." Shen Chuan's voice was amused.

"Last fever ..."

His health has always been good. He hasn't even had a cold all year round. The last fever was ...

Hunter was immediately choked by his saliva.

This box of medicine suddenly became very hot.

"So, Chen Mobai is not that annoying, right?" Zhang Jingxiao said.

Hunter's eyes were going up in the sky.

It's not that annoying, it's even more annoying!

After a long flight, I finally arrived in Geneva.

When he left the airport, Hunter realized he wasn't wearing gloves. It was supposed to be picked up and ended up in bed.

When he started with hot air, he looked for Winston.

"Why didn't you wear gloves?"

The original cool sound quality became warmer in the cold air.

Winston was wearing a khaki ski suit, his legs were still so long, and he wore a dark woolen hat. The hair on his forehead was put into the hat, making his facial features more three-dimensional.

Hunt couldn't help but kiss it.

At this time, Winston was taking off his gloves, and when Hunter kissed him with a surprised expression, he hugged him directly.

With the provocation and sucking of the tip of Hunt's tongue, Winston's response also became enthusiastic from self-control. His fingers were embedded in Hunter's hair, because the kiss was too strong, and Hunter's back was tilted back, but was firmly supported by the other's hand.

Winston turned his face to the side, kissing in a frantic manner, as if swallowing Hunter.

Hearing only a bang, Hunter's suitcase was knocked down.

Winston just let him go. When Hunter opened his eyes, he could feel the warm emotion in the other's eyes as if to burn.

They will see you for a long time, and just a little bit of star fire can make it last.

"Come on." Winston took Hunter's hand and was about to put on his gloves.

Hunter laughed.

"We're all one by one!" Hunt put one of them in his left hand and held Winston in his right hand.

His palms were hot, and Hunter's cold fingertips quickly warmed.

There were white patches everywhere, and Hunter, wearing sunglasses, was excitedly talking to Winston about what happened recently.

When it comes to Chen Mobai becoming his teammate, Hunter's expression is still upset.

"Do you know he turned the stream?"

"It shouldn't be abducted, it's just agreeable." Winston's lips were a light smile, "like me and you."

"No! You are much better than Chen Mobai."

"Ok."

"Which ski resort are we going to?"

"Go and know." Winston replied.

Hunter thought they were going to the Villars, and saw many tourists coming to Switzerland to ski, but Winston drove the car through the most lively place, they got on the snowmobile Looking at a snowy field with no snow, he asked suspiciously, "Which ski resort are we going to?"

"I rented a private ski resort," Winston replied.

"Ah? Isn't it more fun to ski with tourists?"

Hunt asked, tilting his head.

"But I don't like to be lively. And in order to avoid tourists when skiing, I can't enjoy it." Winston replied.

It's really Winston's style.

The snowmobile took them to a two-story cabin in the middle of the snowy field.

Winston got out of the car with Hunter's luggage, and Hunter couldn't wait to run over and pushed the cabin door open.

The floor was covered with thick wool carpets, and the fireplace made a slight charcoal fire.

Warmness does not seem to belong to this world.

There was a sound of closing behind him.

Hunter turned around and slumped back on the carpet.

"It's awesome here!"

Hunt's face froze on the wool carpet.

Winston came to sit next to him.

Hunt raised his hand and was about to take off the glove, but Winston's almost muttering voice came from his ear.

"Wait."

He rested on Hunter's ear with one hand, the fingers of the other hand sticking in along the edge of the glove.

His fingertips slowly moved up along Hunter's wrist and slipped into Hunter's gloves. His fingers manipulated all Hunter's sensations, and all the tiny blood vessels in the palm of his hand pulsated.

And when Winston's fingertips touched Hunter's finger roots, slowly curved, and then the fingers were interlocked, the gloves completely fell down and fell silently on the wool carpet.

Hunt had a dry throat, and of course he knew what Winston's hint meant.

"Do you really like it so much?"

He whispered to him, before Hunter had time to answer, Winston was already on him.

The ski suit had been untied and Winston's kiss fell.

It wasn't cold here, and Hunter felt that the air was hot.

It's been a long time since I indulged myself. The breathing and temperature of the two blended together. The intensity of Winston's collision was more severe than the night before they separated. Hunter's bones were to be smashed by him. He grabbed the wool carpet. , Tears could not help but fall.

Winston's tongue licked the corner of his eye, and every time the charcoal fire made a cracking sound, Winston bumped into Hunt's heart and jumped out.

He had to loosen the wool carpet and hug Winston's neck tightly.

The madness of the whole night led Hunt to suspect that Winston had deliberately set a holiday place here.

Don't know how long it has passed, Winston hugged Hunt and walked upstairs step by step.

Hunter gasped slightly. He still didn't look back. He rested his chin on the other's shoulders until his back touched the soft mattress. Hunter thought he could take a nap and Winston would replace Clean it up yourself, but it's clear that the other party didn't mean it.

"You have two punishments, remember?"

Winston's voice was cold and ambiguous.

Before the phrase "finished" in Hunt's heart fell, Winston kissed again.

When the madness drowned him, Hunter looked blured out of the window into a flawless snow field when he was confused, and he had nowhere to run.

By the end of the second time, Hunter was exhausted.

But when he was turned over, Hunter really begged.

"Let me take a break ..."

Hunter stepped forward, and as soon as he grabbed the head of the bed, Winston clasped his wrist, pulled it, and was pulled back.

The whole room was filled with the breath of Winston. Hunter wanted to look at the other person's expression at the moment. His arms wanted to touch the other person backward. Winston seemed to understand his thoughts and turned around. Hunter almost didn't cry out, but it was an overwhelming mad kiss.

Hunt's last energy was exhausted by Winston, and he fell asleep until the next afternoon.

He staggered down the stairs and saw that the mess on the first floor had been cleaned up, and Hunt was a little sorry.

He walked to the kitchen again and saw what Winston was doing. He held the frying pan with one hand, and tapped the egg on the edge of the pan with the other hand. The angle of the twisted wrists made Hunter 100 tired.

"Wake up." Winston turned and looked at Hunter with a small smile.

"You're too much," Hunt said uneasily.

"You can walk downstairs yourself, which means I'm not overly aggressive."

"Hey!"

Winston brought the plate out and nipped in his ear as he passed Hunter.

"We can give it a try this holiday season, how many times will you really not get up?"

"I don't want to try this!"

A week later, Hunter received a call from Marcus.

"Hunt, Merry Christmas! How about, have you learned to ski?"

Hunt only felt the sword in his heart.

"not yet……"

"It's impossible. With your sports cells, you can't learn to ski in a week!" Marcus' voice was a gloat.

Hunter wanted to growl, he hasn't had a chance to go skiing yet!

"I will learn, you can rest assured!"

"Hahaha, then ... pay attention to everything!"

Hunter frowned suspiciously. How did he hear how he felt that the phrase "pay attention to safety" was so subtle?

Hunt slammed the man beside him with an elbow: "Hey, what did you say to Marcus?"

"He was very worried that I would bring you to ski for accidental injury or something, so I told him not to worry, you will not ski too much."

"What does skiing mean?"

"Because the point is not with me?"

Winston asked with a smile.

At that moment, Hunter finally understood the ultimate meaning of the so-called Christmas holiday.

I don't know if the food in the refrigerator is enough or not, he never really had such a calorie-consuming holiday!