"Whose poem is that? Keats's too?"
"Marguerite Duras."
"Oh, thanks."
"Go to sleep."
The next morning, while Hunter was in a daze, he felt something touch his forehead, and then he heard the door closing.
"Huh?" Hunter rubbed his eyes, then remembered that Winston slept in his room last night.
He should have left the hotel to go to the airport.
Hunter stretched and went to the restaurant for breakfast after getting up.
He remembered Mr. Marcus' reminder that he must send flowers to Audrey today.
There is a flower shop on the road near the hotel. The fresh flowers look very protective in the morning light.
Hunter looked in his pocket, and the girl in the flower shop came over and asked him what flowers he wanted to buy.
"Well... don't need red roses, other things look good."
"I thought you were going to buy flowers for the woman you like, but it wasn't."
Hunter was stunned, yes... He had always liked Audrey Wilson, why did he blurt out "no red roses" just now
"What do you think of the combination of foreign peony, goldfish flower, and gypsophila?"
"very beautiful!"
Hunt replied with a smile.
"Would you like to write a card?"
"of course yes!"
Hunter took the card and pen. What was the poem Winston taught him last night
I meet you.
I remember you.
The city is born for love.
Your soul was born for me.
Hunter smiled, raised the pen to think for a few seconds, then carefully wrote a few lines, put his name on it, put it in the flower, and instructed the flower shop to deliver the flower to Audrey's hotel room.
He also needs to pack up and prepare to fly to Japan, the destination of the next race.
When he got to the airport, Hunter felt bored. He was playing the game while standing in front of the beverage machine, considering whether to buy a bottle of Coca-Cola or Pepsi.
"I really waited for you for a long time. Actually, if you can drink it, I can buy you all the drinks in the beverage machine. I just want a bottle of juice."
A slightly mocking voice sounded from behind Hunter.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Owen's beautiful eyes.
"Oh... Owen... do you want a drink?"
"Hmmm. At first I thought you had a phobia of choice, but now it seems that you just like to stand in the way of others."
"You can call me earlier." Hunter stepped aside embarrassedly.
"It's okay, I'm standing behind you for less than three seconds."
Owen took the drink and turned to Hunter and smiled.
"Wait... I suddenly remembered something!"
"what?"
"Last time you said, if I could beat Donald in the race..."
"I'll invite you to the party," Owen replied.
"Just remember it!"
"My taste is bad, are you sure you want to come and play?"
"It's not like a bundle party..."
Owen smiled: "I can't see that you have such a strong taste. When you arrive in Tokyo, does your team have time to rest?"
"Well, the first day."
"I'll pick you up." After that, Owen left with his drink.
"Are you coming to pick me up? Do you know where I am?"
This guy obviously doesn't even have his cell phone number!
Maybe Lawrence Owen is just as Donald said, seemingly amiable on the surface, but doesn't really intend to be close to anyone.
At this moment, Hunter's cell phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number.
Hunter connected suspiciously, and Owen's voice came.
"Stinky brat, do you think I'm playing tricks on you?"
"Hey, how do you have my phone number?"
"What do you think?" There was a clear smile in Owen's voice.
"Oh, I see - Donald gave it to you!"
"After arriving at the hotel, I'll give you two hours. If you can't come out after two hours, our agreement will be voided."
After saying that, the phone hangs up.
Hunter suddenly felt that this guy Owen might be very willful. two hours? Where is enough of Marcus nagging!
When Hunter got on the plane, he found out that Owen and himself were on the same flight, but he put on his blindfold and went to sleep as soon as he sat down, and he didn't even have a chance to say hello.
It's like pretending they don't know each other.
In the hotel lobby in Tokyo, Hunter found that Irving and his team were also staying in the same hotel.
Owen wore sunglasses the whole time, with his pockets in his pockets and his head half-turned. Those who didn't know it thought it was a superstar going out. He completed the check-in procedure earlier than Hunter, and when he walked towards the elevator, he pointed two fingers at Hunter, meaning to remind Hunter that it was out of date.
Marcus really started to nag, and Hunter rolled his eyes ten thousand in his heart.
"Tokyo is a very special place, and some industries are particularly developed here!"
"Thank you for reminding me, I will go and have a good experience." Hunter nodded.
"Hey! I want you to stay in the hotel to rest, don't think about going out to play! Don't consume your energy too much! Do you understand!"
"Then why did we come to Tokyo?" Hunter was disappointed.
"For the game!"
Two hours is not enough for him to talk nonsense.
Hunter picked his ears and put the luggage back in his room. Looking at it again, there were only five minutes left until the time agreed with Owen.
At this time, Hunter's cell phone rang, and it was Owen who called. He only said one sentence: "Get down."
Hunter rushed out of the room and pressed the elevator, and at the door of the hotel saw an arrogant Porsche 911, and Owen wearing sunglasses and basking in the sun with his head up.
Hunter didn't open the door, jumped directly into the co-pilot's seat, and pulled the seat belt.
"where are we going?"
"Will you know when it arrives?" Owen turned his face and smiled.
Hunter suddenly had a feeling of being on a pirate ship.
At this moment, Hunter's cell phone rang, and the number showed Winston.
The heart trembled for no reason, and Hunter connected the phone: "Hey—are you calling to ask me if I've been to Tokyo? I'm already there!"
Hunter grinned.
"Well." Winston's voice was calm. But even with just one syllable, Hunter could hear the tolerance in the smile.
"Hey, you called me, and then you hummed, gone?"
"Why didn't you put the poem I taught you on the card?"
"Huh? What?" Hunter was a little confused.
"Audrey Wilson did a pre-race interview with Ferrari just now. She mentioned the birthday card you gave her that she will never forget."
"Really... I don't even remember what I wrote!" Hunter said with a smile.
"What you wrote is, I hope that when I am fifty years old, you are still as beautiful as a girl."
"Is it not good?"
"Actually, you can't remember the poem I read to you at all, right?"
"Hey, don't underestimate my memory! I thought about it, the poem you read to me doesn't suit Audrey Wilson at all."
"why?"
"I'll save it for the marriage proposal."
"Proposal? I hope you remember."
For some reason, Hunter felt that the other end of the phone must be nodding and smiling.
I can't remember that poem, are you so happy
After hanging up, Hunter realized that Owen had been looking at him with a meaningful smile.
"Who to call?"
"Ah... it's that guy Vann Winston!" Hunter rubbed the back of his head with a smile.
"Oh? That's really weird... I thought Vann Winston wouldn't have anyone's number in his phone. It seems that the rumors say that he beat your team's McGrady for you, is that true?"
"You mean in the hotel? It's actually fine..."
"It's not the hotel. Of course it has something to do with what he said in the hotel. Didn't he say that as long as McGrady played, he would be sent off the track?"
"You mean the Austrian race? How could it be possible - McGrady was in a loop, and Winston just happened to pass by him. And after he passed, McGrady rushed out of the track!"
Owen smiled, his long arms flicked on Hunter's head: "Although from a rule point of view, there is no way to call him a foul, but he used his experience to cause Tracy McGrady's panic, McGrady thought he would go from the left Passed, but he cheated McGrady, causing McGrady to turn wrong."
"Impossible... Even if he let McGrady leave the track at the time, he wouldn't really do that. He and McGrady have no grudges, and the ranking is a few streets behind McGrady!"
"Because he's Vann Winston, and he'll do what he says. Be careful, Hunter."
"what?"
"Such a man, if you reject him, he will not let you go."
Through the sunglasses, Hunter couldn't see Owen's eyes, but his smile had a hint of evil.
"Why do I think you're gloating?"
"I am," Owen admitted generously.
"But... I think there's something wrong with what you're saying - what can I say to Winston!" Hunter was at a loss.
Owen still laughed: "I just know, the first time I saw Vann Winston call a driver instead of a team staff."
"We're friends!"
"Oh, it's the first time I've heard he has friends in the years he's been in Formula 1."
"All right… "
The car stopped at the intersection, Owen looked at Hunter with the window up, and said in a somewhat serious tone, "Hunter... Do you remember what I said to you just now?"
"What?"
You have said so many sentences, but what are you referring to
"I said don't refuse Winston, or he'll come hard."
The traffic lights changed and Owen drove the car out.
"Be hard? How do you say I seem to be the woman he is pursuing?"
"Half right, half wrong."
Owen still said half of it, stayed half, and laughed horribly.
Hunter wanted to seriously discuss the issue with Owen, but the car stopped in front of a clubhouse.
"We have arrived."
"where is this place?"
"Shinjuku."
"Is it a clubhouse where there are a lot of maids wearing trays and sitting on my lap?" Hunter showed a look of anticipation.
"Have you watched too many vulgar movies?" Owen threw the car keys to the parking boy in a suit and took off his sunglasses, "Let's go. You have to improve your taste."
Hunter followed Owen without knowing it, only to find that it was completely different from what he imagined.
It was a huge runway, and all the guests sat on opposite ends of the runway. The lights are bright and the music has a certain rhythm.
"This is a fashion show?" Hunter was disappointed.
The models at the press conference are all to be seen but not touched! No fun!
"Fashion conference? That's boring." Owen raised his arm and put it on Hunter's shoulder. "Little guy, if you had a good time today, can you promise me a condition? I promise to make you happier in the future."
Hunter glanced at him sideways, combined with the unclear words Owen said on the road before, Hunter said angrily: "I won't let you force it anyway."
"I'm straight, not like you." Owen squinted at Hunter.
"I'm also very straight!" said Hunter with great dissatisfaction.
"You may have been very straight in the past, who knows what will happen in the future?" Owen pulled the corners of his lips, looking beautiful in the light.
Even a man in a suit on the opposite side winked in Owen's direction.
Hunter got excited and patted Owen on the shoulder with a big smile: "Hahaha! That's right! You're so straight! Only women wink at you!"
"Hey, didn't you see, is that man interested in you?" Owen looked at Hunter ambiguous.
"Ah? How could it be—I don't look as good as you!"
"You make other males want to conquer."
After speaking, Owen pressed Hunter's head on his shoulder, his smiling eyes suddenly cooled down, and he looked at the man in the suit opposite.
The man in the suit was defeated in the battle of sight and had to turn his face to avoid Owen's gaze. Hunter continued to look at each other in confusion, while Owen covered Hunter's eyes with his hands.
"Still watching? Just after I warned the other party, you kept chasing him. You are telling the other party that you can pursue it, understand?"
"What? What kind of catwalk is this!"
Men can wink at each other! Open a new world!
"The catwalk? Didn't I say bring you to the party? The theme of this party is 'Beauty and the Beast'. It may be beauty or the beast who walks onto the stage in a while. If you like someone, pay attention to the auction in a while. Yes. The target of the auction is the time of Beauty or the Beast. Once it is photographed, it will not be returned. So keep your eyes open and don't make the wrong choice."
"Auction?" The first thing that came to Hunt's mind was Winston's purchase of his baseball cap at Ferrari's charity dinner.
"What kind of mess are you thinking about? Almost all the successful people who come here are from all walks of life."
"Oh... well-dressed..."
"It's a well-dressed philanthropist. All the auction proceeds will be used to help children in poverty-stricken areas in Africa."
"Ah?" Hunter was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there would be such a "noble" purpose for this lavish party.
"That's the ingenuity of the owners of this clubhouse, to make those rich people donate money happily. So, Hunter, if you've got your eye on a certain object and it's auctioned to the other party's time, you're not allowed to roll sheets here. . This is the principle of this party - the auction is for time, not bodies."
"What's the point of that? Can you just talk and chat?"
"You can still kiss, except for rolling the bed. If you are good at kissing and the other party is willing to leave your mobile phone number with you, you can pursue your goals outside the clubhouse."
"I suddenly don't understand your rich people's pursuit." Hunter shook his head.
At this moment, the music sounded, and tall women in Chinese clothes came out one by one.
Some of them have blonde hair and blue eyes, some have big brown waves, and there are black-haired Asian women.
Their legs are graceful and graceful, and every step beats the beat of their heartbeat.
All the guests raised their chins and widened their eyes, as if looking up at the altar.
"They're so pretty..."
Obviously they are all beauties, where is the beast
Then, a girl with short brown hair in a long navy blue dress walked towards the guests.
Her skin was fair, and those icy blue eyes made Hunter's heart sink for no apparent reason.
When she turned, the long skirt waved, and her eyes swept across Hunter's cheek, revealing a smile.
Hunter was completely stunned.
And after that, no matter if any beautiful girl passed in front of him again, he would never forget those ice blue eyes and that ethereal temperament.
After nearly an hour of running the show, the guests couldn't wait.
"Do you really like the girl with short hair and a long aqua blue dress?" Owen asked Hunter's ear.
"Well." Hunter nodded, "Can I auction her time?"
If it was her, Hunter would not be bored if he could listen to her quietly.
"I think she should be expensive." Owen replied with a smile.
"That's it... it's such a pity."
Hunter sighed, remembering the auction price at the Ferrari Charity Dinner, the girl's price would definitely exceed tens of thousands of dollars.
And it's clearly a place to burn money.
"I can ask you," Owen replied.
"No... no need!"
With such a large expense, Hunter couldn't have let Owen please himself.
"Don't worry. I can find someone to give it back to me."
At this moment, the music that was just like the New York Fashion Week catwalk changed, slowed down, stretched, and sounded like a sound after a long period of patience, which made the guests hoarse.
The girls on the stage twisted their waists, and steel pipes rose one after another on the T stage.
They ripped off the long skirts around their waists and completely released their maddening poses, making their hearts split open.
Hunter's eyes widened, and the girl with short brown hair circled around the steel pipe, stretching out enchanting lines from the neck to the back to the waist. Hunter never thought that there was someone in this world who could combine sexy and sexy. Pure all in one.
When the music stops, the so-called auction is about to begin.
"Every girl is put up for auction for only three hours. If you get her, you have to attract her to the fullest. Every second is precious. Otherwise, once you leave here, you may never have a chance to see her again." Owen prompt said.
But the time spent with the first girl was auctioned for $30,000, leaving Hunter speechless.
The price is also getting higher and higher, and the highest number has reached 60,000 US dollars.
Hunter looked sideways at Owen, the guy propped his chin and the smile on his lips continued, admiring every girl like a work of art.
When a girl with long black hair came to the stage, Owen licked his lips and raised his hand to bid without hesitation.
In the end, the price soared to $70,000. Hunter finally understood what "spending money" means, and the three hours of the black-haired girl finally belonged to Owen.
"Don't worry, I'll help you with whatever you want."
Finally, the girl with short brown hair came to the front of the runway, and the atmosphere instantly became warm.
Her reserve price was 30,000 US dollars, and the voices of bidding came one after another.
And she lowered her head and looked in Hunter's direction.
Those ice blue eyes seemed to be brewing a vast ocean, drowning Hunter.
Her name is "Niki".
Nikki smiled shyly at him, her eyes full of anticipation.
But Hunter was sad because the price had risen to $50,000.
"She seems to like you very much," said Owen, propping his chin.
"My annual salary is only 250,000 euros..."
"You got the points, and the team should give you a lot of dividends. Where did it go?"
"My house when I was a kid was auctioned off. I want to buy it back." Hunter lowered his head, not daring to meet Nikki's eyes, "I regret it now that I didn't try my best for the first three races... or I would have There are more dividends."
"You're so cute, Hunter." Owen suddenly clasped Hunter's wrist and raised his hand, "Sixty thousand dollars!"
"Hey—" Hunter looked at Owen in surprise, but the other party looked like the old god was there.
"Don't worry about money when you play with me."
At this time, the man in the suit opposite showed a surprised expression, and then joined the bidding: "70,000 US dollars!"
"Eighty thousand dollars." Owen raised Hunter's hand again.
"Hey! Owen—don't do that! I know you're richer than me, and I think it's fine if you treat me to a nice glass of red wine or go to the North Pole to see the Northern Lights, but that's going to cost $80,000..."
"Do you think that girl's expectations and affection for you are not worth $80,000?" Owen asked with a smile.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: Actually, I'm not at all worried that you're having an affair.
Hunter: Why
Winston: Because there must be something like me in your crush.
Hunter: Like you, it's not you! snort!
Winston: Then you'll find that the more you look at each other, the more you think about me, the more you come back to me.
Hunter: Damn it! So angry!