Her facial features are intellectual, the big brown waves set off her rich Latin American style, and her undulating figure, as well as her undisguised "interest" in Winston in her eyes, attracts not only other media on the scene Eyes, and Hunter at the moment.
"Ah, ah... If I could be interviewed face-to-face by such a beautiful woman, I wouldn't be called a racing driver in vain." Hunter sighed holding the back of his head.
"I'm not holding anyone back. There are only three races to go."
Winston's words were very succinct, and the media at the scene suddenly fell silent.
"You mean, you can also be a champion, right?" The smile on Audrey Wilson's face became more obvious.
"Yes."
Neither the expression nor the voice can make people feel conceited or proud.
Awesome, but impossible to hate.
"Don't watch, don't watch..."
I didn't sleep well on the plane at all, let's take a good rest...
He had just rolled up the quilt when the couple next door was doing errands again, and the lampshade of the wall lamp fell off the wall and hit Hunter in the face suddenly.
"I'll wipe it!" Hunter directly picked up the lampshade, rushed to the next room, knocked on the door of the other party, and pressed the doorbell hard.
But the heavy breathing and the greasy voice of the woman could be heard over the door, and Hunter's head was about to explode.
"You do it during the day! Do it at night! Please tell me when you're not going to do it! I sleep well!"
Hunter's roar echoed in the corridor, and it was certain that he was heard upstairs and downstairs.
But the other side of the door had entered a state of ecstasy, and Hunter rang the doorbell outside the door for almost twenty minutes before they stopped.
When the door opened, I saw a beautiful woman with brown hair and big waves, with a lazy and contented expression on her face. She was wrapped in a thin pajamas, and her exquisite lines were so clear that Hunter's ears turned red.
The other party smiled and said, "Tell us when you come back next time."
"It's almost there!" Hunter thought to himself that the other party must feel embarrassed and decided to stop disturbing his life.
"We invite you to ring the doorbell and pay you five dollars for ten minutes. Kid, you must not know that the more you press it, the more we feel, right?"
Hunter's eyes widened, as if he had heard it wrong.
What the hell is this
The other party chuckled and winked at him charmingly: "Your face is quite cute, but I don't know if the bottom has grown."
Hunter was a little pissed.
No, very angry.
This is the second time this week that he has been greeted by his little brother. The last time was in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix when a furious McGrady asked him if his hair was all gone.
"Oh shit… "
Hunter suddenly struggled to ring the doorbell again.
This time it was a man who opened the door.
The opponent's muscles are comparable to that of a bodybuilder, and his waist and abdomen are very strong. He looked at Hunter with fierce eyes: "What?"
Hunter, however, extended his hand to the other person without fear: "Your woman said, press the doorbell for ten minutes and give me five dollars. In addition to the ten seconds of pressing the doorbell just now, it is exactly twenty minutes. Please pay me ten dollars."
The bodybuilder was stunned.
The woman behind him laughed, took out her wallet, and put ten dollars in Hunter's palm.
"You're so cute."
"It's none of your business if I'm not cute."
Hunter stuffed the banknotes into his pocket and decided to go to the supermarket opposite to buy some yogurt to console himself.
This is a large general supermarket, and it is common to see parents putting their children in shopping carts and pushing them between rows of shelves.
Every time this time, Hunter would be a little envious. Not only because his parents are no longer alive, but more because even when they were still around, they tended to want what they wanted so that they wouldn't be thrown into the cart.
After choosing two boxes of yogurt, Hunter wanted cookies again.
He came to the biscuits shelf, saw his favorite Swiss brown sugar biscuits, took a pack, only to find that the shelf was just empty, and there was another man's profile on the opposite side.
It was just a gap, as if God deliberately narrowed Hunter's world, the other's forehead and nasal bone connected to a pleasing undulation, and the drooping eyelashes seemed very soft.
It was a man, but in Hunter's view, the subjective feeling of beauty is gender-neutral.
Hunter thinks that the other party is good-looking, so he will take a second look. Anyway, there is no need to spend money, and the other party will not lose a single hair.
But just as the other party's gaze moved in his direction and passed through the gap, Hunter secretly held his breath.
On the other side of the shelf is none other than Vann Winston!
The inadvertent glance seemed to have a penetrating power, and instantly crashed into the depths of Hunter's mind.
Obviously it was a desireless gaze, but Hunter felt that he was almost burned, and he took a step back.
He suddenly remembered the image of Winston zipping up his trousers in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix - it was a black history that he could never get rid of in his life!
He always felt that even if they were both racing drivers, the level between himself and Winston was too far, and he would never have the chance to talk and meet again, but he didn't expect to meet them in the supermarket!
Hunter tried to look away, but he had the illusion that the other party was going to lock him up.
Probably because Vann Winston doesn't like being stared at, so he's mad
Hunter exhaled and carried the shopping basket to another shelf.
He has a very useful function, which is to treat all embarrassing, embarrassing or terrible things as if they never happened.
So, he never met Vann Winston in the bathroom, he never met him in the supermarket, and Winston wouldn't remember meeting him anyway.
So Hunter's mood was relieved, and he came to the checkout counter with a shopping basket.
There seemed to be a lot of people going to the supermarket on the weekend. Hunter took out his mobile phone again and played a game of matchmaking.
While playing, he watched the team in front of him enter the station, and kicked the shopping basket forward with his toes.
After ten minutes, he could finally check out.
As soon as he swiped his credit card, the cashier told him that he had reached the overdraft line.
It means... blown up.
Hunter scratched the back of his head, and then he remembered that he bought a set of speakers for his hip-hop buddies last week, paid the rent, and then ran into a competition... It seems that he forgot to pay back his credit card.
"Then don't want anything else except yogurt." Hunter took out the ten dollars he earned from pressing the doorbell from his pocket.
At this time, a cool sound like metal knocking in an empty room came from behind him.
"Except for the box of bottoms, swipe my card for everything else."
Hunter's shoulders tightened, and when he turned around, he suddenly found that Winston was standing behind him!
He still had the same expression without any waves, his outstretched arms rubbed Hunter's shoulders, handed the credit card to the cashier, his chest was slightly pressed against Hunter's back.
It felt... like being hugged from behind.
what's going on
When did Winston come behind him
Wait, they're queuing up... That is to say, not long after he came to line up, Winston also came to line up to pay
With so many checkout counters, why did he choose the one behind him
Under normal circumstances, Hunter knew he should say thank you, and then said that there was a chance to return the money to the other party, but when he opened his mouth, he said, "Why can't that box of bottoms?"
Everyone around looked over, and even the female cashier blushed slightly.
But Hunter doesn't regret asking the question.
If there is no answer now, he will definitely continue to think when he gets home.
"Because it's inappropriate." Winston's voice was still faint.
"Ah? Why is it inappropriate?"
"You can wear M, you don't need L." Winston replied, with the effect of authoritative certification, which is inexplicably convincing.
Looking at the other party's natural expression, Hunter's heart was stabbed heavily again.
What is "no need for an L"? Does that mean he's small there
Oh shit! This is the third time this week that someone has spoken about his little brother!
Just as Hunt was about to say, "I don't need you to pay for me," Winston spoke again.
"This kind of material loses its elasticity very quickly."
"… Oh."
At that moment, he had a feeling that his soul had been redeemed.
It wasn't that his little brother was too small, it was just that the quality of the underpants was not good.
"Thanks, I'll pay you back next time."
Hunter carried the supermarket bag, waved to the other party dashingly, and left.
Why don't you just stay there and talk to Winston about the quality of the underpants while waiting for Winston to pay for it
Carrying these things on the way, Hunter raised his hair and let out a sigh.
He still hasn't bought underpants... What are you wearing tonight? did not wash...
And the charity dinners on the weekends are annoying.
Where are the suits
Hunter returned home, rummaged through the boxes, and finally found a suit, which he wore on his body. It was very low-key, and Hunter expressed his satisfaction.
Wait... Winston will definitely attend Ferrari's charity dinner, so should he pay him back
Yes... how much
Don't remember, forget it.
Compared to Vann Winston's million-euro annual salary, he wouldn't mind paying for his supermarket.
Over the weekend, Hunter drove his little Jeep to the luxury hotel where the dinner was held.
You can see many men and women in formal dresses, accompanied by famous cars, and the stars are shining. Those celebrities walked up gracefully after handing over the car keys to the doorman.
The author has something to say: Small talk time
Hunter: Why did you show up in the bathroom after the Spanish Grand Prix
Winston: Because in a previous life you said you were beaten into the head by your teammates in the bathroom.
Hunter: Damn it! Then you should have stopped me then! I got out of the bathroom and was beaten into a panda!
Winston: Because in a previous life when you said you were pitiful, I didn't know what you did to Maddie.
Hunter: What the hell
Winston: You deserve it.