He got back into the passenger seat of the Ferrari.
The icy air allowed the alcohol in his body to diffuse out, and he clearly felt that his brain was becoming more and more sober, but Winston sat on the bar and looked at his smile, and when he remembered it, he felt blood rushing.
"Damn... YOU RULE ME... Won't be poisonous!"
The driver's door was pulled open, and Winston took a long leg and sat in.
"What is poisonous?"
You are poisonous, asshole.
"Nothing. Suddenly a little sleepy."
"What time is the flight tomorrow?"
"Three o'clock in the afternoon."
"And you?"
"I'll fly over before you."
"That...in the back alley of the bar...you forgot it?"
"Forget what? Is it your breathing? Is it your trembling? Or have you been unable to get out?"
Hunter rolled his eyes to the sky: "Forget everything! Or break up with friends!"
"Then break up."
"… "
The feeling of a heart block is multiplied.
Winston drove the car back to the hotel.
The two walked into the elevator together.
Hunter put his pockets in his pockets and lowered his head. The moment the elevator door opened, he held down the door and said, "Today... Thank you!"
"Hunter, if you're afraid of something, not touching it doesn't mean you've overcome it."
When the elevator doors closed, Hunter understood why Winston took himself to the warehouse bar.
He had already seen through himself.
Winston was telling him that everything that ruined other people, even his father, the alcohol that ruined his family, was just that.
Hunter lowered his head and smiled: "I'm not like you, born strong and fearless."
"Hunter."
"Um?"
"I'm not 'born strong and fearless'."
"Thank you for your humility." Hunter smiled.
"Just because of you."
Winston's lips curled into a faint smile.
"what?"
"Good night."
The elevator door just closed.
Back in the room, Hunter fell asleep.
His head was heavier than usual, probably because of his drinking.
Half asleep, he felt that he wanted to go to the bathroom, opened his eyes, and just adjusted to the darkness, he suddenly realized that someone was in front of him.
The other party's hands rested on his pillow, looking down at him condescendingly.
"Wen... Wen..." Hunter's throat seemed to be locked again, unable to speak normally.
But the other party turned his face sideways and pressed down suddenly, his lips were like falling sky, blocking everything in Hunter.
His kisses and sucks were like a storm passing by, leaving nothing behind.
He was clearly frightened, but he ruled him ideologically, making him unable to struggle and taking everything from him, including his breath.
A bell rang, Hunter opened his eyes suddenly, and bright sunlight leaked from the gap in the curtains.
The breath stuck in his throat could finally be spit out.
He gasped for breath, and suddenly realized that the Winston who appeared in his room was just a dream.
"Fuck... what a ghost dream!" Hunter grabbed his hair into a bird's nest.
Such an expression, such a thing could not have belonged to Winston!
Hunter immediately drove all those imaginary images out of his head.
"If Winston finds out, he will probably tear out my bones!"
The more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes!
The phone is still ringing over and over again.
An assistant's voice sounded outside the door: "Hunter! Hunter, are you in the room!"
Hunter quickly replied: "I'm here! I'm here!"
"Why didn't you answer the phone! I thought something happened to you!"
Hunter took the phone and saw that Marcus' name was flashing, and he secretly shouted "not good" in his heart.
Sure enough, Marcus was going crazy.
"Evan Hunter - what the hell is going on with you! Not only did you not get up for breakfast in the morning! Are you planning on having lunch too? Are you thinking of yourself as a race car driver! Are you thinking of your body as a something!"
Hunter's head was about to explode.
"Sorry. I just felt very tired, so I fell asleep..."
"Don't think I don't know what you were doing last night!" Marcus was really angry.
"what?"
Did he know that Winston took him to the bar
"You're fooling around with Donald from Sauber! You know, the other party has absolutely no good intentions! He's going to use alcohol and women to break your will! Waste your energy!"
Luckily... he didn't know... the man who used wine and women to break his will was actually Winston.
"Oh… "
"Oh? You and me? You get me down for lunch right now!"
"Yes!" Hunter immediately put down the phone, washed as quickly as possible, and rushed to the elevator door.
The diet of the racers is strictly controlled. The act of not having breakfast by myself... is very inappropriate. It's disrespectful to the nutritionist if you don't even eat lunch.
When the elevator door opened, he saw Donald.
"Yo - Hunter!"
"Hi..." Hunt raised his hand in greeting.
There are still red marks on Donald's neck, and it seems that he had a great time last night.
"How were you last night?" Donald asked.
"Me? I'm fine..."
You bastard left me and went to pick up girls by yourself, but had the nerve to ask me if I was okay.
"I mean... Winston didn't do anything to you, did he?"
"Huh?" That name made Hunter's heart skip a beat for no reason.
"My teammate said that not long after the two of us left, he was returning from dinner when he was stopped by Winston."
"what?"
"It was the first time my teammates spoke to Winston. He said that Winston's aura was so powerful that his voice was so cold that he would freeze him into a big popsicle."
"Oh." Hunter suddenly realized that in front of him, Winston had never been as cold as anyone else.
Wait, what should Winston do with Donald's teammates
"So my teammate trembled and told Winston where we were both going." Donald patted Hunter on the shoulder apologetically.
So... it wasn't a coincidence that I ran into Winston when I was flirting outside the bar
No... When did I fool around with that Donald guy!
"Where did you provoke him?" Donald asked curiously.
"Who did you offend?"
"Van Winston! There's no hatred, he's going to ask my teammates where have you been?"
"If I really had a grudge against him, would I still be alive to this day?"
"That's true. Then he must love you very much, and he can't stand you messing around outside, so he goes into battle in person!" Donald joked shamelessly.
But Hunter showed a serious expression, looked behind Donald and said, "Winston... why are you here?"
Donald turned in horror and found nothing. Looking back, what he met was Hunter's smiling face holding his stomach.
"Stinky boy, you are courting death!"
"Hey... You have the ability to say 'you must love Evan Hunter' in front of Winston!"
"Fuck you!" Donald gave Hunter a middle finger and left.
In the dining room, across from Hunter was Maddie.
His face was still the same as if he had eaten fly droppings.
Hearing about his ankle, he can't participate in the British competition.
This made Hunter secretly refreshed.
"Don't think I don't know you're complacent," Maddie said fiercely.
ah? You know this as well? I'm obviously concentrating very well!
"Have you not read other professional reviews? Your performance is indeed unexpected, but like a dead gambler. No one thinks you can play consistently."
"Thank you for letting me know. I'll keep an eye out." Hunter nodded, carefully rolling the pasta into his mouth.
"At Silverstone, you'll be a piece of shit again. Vann Winston can't save you."
Hunter clenched his fork.
I'm shit, that's okay because I'm shit.
But why are you talking about Winston
"What if I can still finish sixth?" Hunter raised his eyes to McGrady.
"You? Silverstone? No kidding."
"What's wrong?" Hunter asked coldly.
“It has very long straights and high-speed corners. To run well on this track, you need first-class technology and racing cars. Although our car also uses a Ferrari engine, our matching power unit is not comparable at all. Get on the big team! And there are a lot of accidents at Silverstone, so be careful not to break your leg!" Maddie snorted.
"Then I thank you for telling me. Now what I'm asking is, what if I can still finish sixth?" Hunter continued.
Maddie suddenly felt that his eyes were a little scary.
"what do you want?"
"Simple. You can mock me any way you want in the future. But don't mention Vann Winston again."
Yes, he is a stuttering old man for him. Maybe not normally, but he was literally speechless when he was agitated. So Maddie mocked him for being a stammer, and it didn't bother him.
Abusing his parents... It's no big deal, they're gone. For people who are no longer in this world, they can't hear what Maddie says.
But Vann Winston is different.
How can a man who stands tall with strength be insulted by others because of himself
Maddie looked at Hunter, and this time it was his turn to say a word.
"Yes, or not?" Hunter asked.
"...Yes, if you really have that ability!"
Marcus frowned and came over: "Hey! You two! Don't make trouble for me again!"
"We didn't cause trouble. Didn't you see the food still on the table and Maddie didn't stab me with the knife?" Hunter said with a shrug.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Hahaha, Donald said you love me to death!
Winston: Yeah.
Hunter: I love you too!
Winston: Thank you. Besides loving you to death, can I kill you
Hunter: I want to die in gentle country.
Winston: Am I not gentle enough with you? You are enough to die.