"Why did he play you?" Winston asked again.
"Probably because I turned him down. He came to see if I wanted to change jobs for Red Bull," Hunter told Winston without reservation.
"You're not going to Red Bull," Winston said.
"How do you know? If I want to go further, I need a strong backing. The Marcus team is technically and financially inferior to Red Bull by more than a little." Hunter said with interest.
"Because you are a simple person, and you value your relationship more than fame and fortune. Marcus has a kindness for you. If he doesn't take the initiative to terminate the contract with you, you will not leave."
"Thank you for speaking so noble of me." Hunter twitched the corners of his mouth.
"At Marcus, you are the soul. But at other big teams, you become a tool. You will never tolerate being a tool."
Hunter paused for a while before saying, "Thank you."
Thank you for getting to know me so well.
"One last point."
"what?"
"After you were played by Owen, how could you possibly join the Red Bull team and let him play all the time?"
"...I don't want to talk to you for thirty seconds."
Hunter turned his face sideways, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Winston actually tapped the countdown on his phone, counting thirty seconds.
Thirty seconds later, he said again: "Audrey Wilson praised me as an attractive man during the interview."
Hunter ignored him.
Miss Wilson appreciates you, you are very proud!
"Thirty seconds have passed, you can talk to me."
"… well, you're so charming, do you need me to set off fireworks to celebrate?"
"I'm not sure if her so-called charm really thinks I'm attractive, or is it just polite?"
Hunter frowned, he didn't think Winston would think about such a thing.
"Never mind her!" Hunter picked up the phone and started to play music again.
Winston stretched out his hand and took his phone away.
"Which part of me do you find most attractive to you?"
Hunter wanted to get the phone back, but Winston put it directly on the other side.
"You are charming everywhere!"
What happened to Winston
He shouldn't be interested in the subject of attractiveness or not!
What motivated you
"Perfunctory." Winston held Hunter's cell phone and hung it by the Ferrari's door with one hand, as if he was going to throw it down at any time.
"Hey!"
The car stopped just before the traffic light. The red light was on for nearly a minute and a half. Seeing Winston put the handbrake down, Hunter unbuckled his seat belt and threw himself sideways to get his phone back, but he didn't expect Winston He directly pressed him down with the other hand.
The face just fell on Winston's lap, one side of his face, the tip of his nose seemed to rub somewhere, and then Hunter became extremely embarrassed.
Even through the slacks, Hunter knew that little Winston had developed very well by looking at the silhouette. Although he was very quiet now, he was still not small in size. When he stood up, it must have a great visual impact.
"You let me up..."
"You answer my question just now, or we'll continue driving in this position. Seventy seconds left at the red light."
my God! What a ghost car to drive in this posture! Will the traffic police keep up with you
Hunter struggled hard, and he even reached out to lift Winston's hand, but the opponent's strength was very strong.
Obviously they are racing drivers, and their arms are very strong. Hunter doesn't understand how his two hands can't support the other's strength
"You... you are in good shape!"
Hunter closed his eyes and frowned, feeling that little Winston would suddenly stand up and hit him in the face.
"Little liar, I didn't take it off for you at all."
"Your legs are long... I can tell without you taking it off!"
"Not sincere at all. Fifty seconds left."
"You are handsome too!" Hunter twisted his neck, but was still pressed down, his head was directly stuck under the steering wheel.
What a fucking overkill!
"Oh? Where is he handsome?"
"Handsome! Let me get up!" Hunter's ears turned red.
"If your head keeps twitching, believe it or not I really let you get it out for me?" Winston's voice was cold and threatening.
Hunter froze immediately.
Even if he knew that the man's little brother was actually very sensitive, even if it was just the friction of the clothes, it would sometimes react, and he knew that Winston wouldn't really let him get it out for him, but it was still very intimidating.
"Think about it, where do you think I look good?"
"I think... Little Winston must be very capable, so women like it!"
Hunter had an idea, and he believed that no man would not like such a compliment.
"I haven't tried it on you, how do you know? It seems that I want to teach your mouth a lesson?" Winston's voice rose slightly.
"Don't! Don't!" Hunter panicked.
"Then tell the truth."
"You... your eyes are the best!"
Hunter shouted, and at that moment, Winston let go of his hand, and Hunter quickly straightened his back.
"seat belt."
Winston reminded.
Hunter wanted to rush out of the car immediately, but... He didn't dare.
"Why do my eyes look so good?" Winston asked again.
"Good-looking is good-looking! How can there be so many?" Hunter's attention was completely on his mobile phone, and Winston put it on the other side, without any intention of returning it to him.
He didn't think Winston was normal today - terribly bad!
"I always thought you were good at saying nice things. You can memorize "If I Had the Brocade of Heaven" after just listening to it once, and you can still think of writing a poem to Audrey Wilson. Why can't you describe my eyes well?"
Winston turned his face sideways and looked at him with the corners of his lips pulled.
This guy is messing around again!
What the hell did I make you upset, just say it! Can't I change it
Or are you unhappy about letting you take me all the way back to the hotel
You can not come! I'll drive back by myself!
Although the Japanese speak English he can't understand!
Wait... Maybe it's Lawrence Owen who's sowing the rift
"I didn't graduate from Eton College!"
"I see. I thought your ability to play on the spot was good, but it seems that sometimes you are not good enough."
Winston parked in front of Hunter's hotel.
Hunter got out of the car, walked to the door, snatched his phone from Winston's hands, and walked into the revolving door with a breath of air.
Winston turned his face sideways and watched Hunter get into the elevator before driving away.
His mobile phone was connected to the Bluetooth in the car, and with a tap, a piece of audio was played.
It was a conversation between Hunter and Nicky in the room.
"…but his eyes are really good looking. His eyes are blue, like a frozen transparent ocean, the color of which is refracted by sunlight."
It's just such a sentence, being played over and over again.
When he parked in front of his hotel, the waiter came to him and was about to park the car for him, but he didn't hand the key to him... It wasn't until the audio was played three times in a row that he didn't care. Take a breath.
"I wanted to fix you. But when I said that, I had to soften my heart."
Back in the room, Hunter's heart was still beating fast.
When he turned on the phone, he saw a text message from Donald. The content was a sentence: Are you okay
Hunter gritted his teeth, but after thinking about it, it was not that Donald had not reminded himself, but the reminder was not very clear.
He called back and said, "Hey Donald, I'm having a good time."
"Oh... that's good! Just be happy! Are you ready to roll the sheets now? Or have you finished rolling the sheets?" Donald sounded relieved, it seemed that the guy was really worried about himself.
"Hey, Donald, I have a question for you, please answer me honestly."
"what is the problem?"
"You are so nervous about me, have you ever been tricked by Lawrence Owen before?" Hunter opened the door, crossed his legs, and asked while sitting on the sofa.
"Lawrence Owen has played with a lot of people, but not me." There was a little smugness in Donald's voice.
"Who is there?" Hunter suddenly became interested.
"'Jaws' Ciel! Ciel and Owen have not dealt with each other for more than ten years, why do you think it is?"
"Hey, let's hear it!"
"It doesn't matter if you tell me. Shire and Owen both worked for Lotus. One year in Las Vegas, the Lotus team threw a pool party. Shire was only twenty-four at the time, and he was in the limelight. Sheng, it's annoying to talk and do things, and pretentious."
"Well, what's next?"
Now 'Jaws' Shire's temper is still not good. Although Hunter has little contact with the other party, he has also heard a lot of this guy's domineering style.
"Owen found some pretty girls to hook him up from the pool party. They were about to have fun in the hotel room when they heard that Shire's pants were all taken off, only to find out that those girls turned out to be men! Ha! Haha! You say it's funny or not! The key is that one of the girls took a picture of Ciel's expression with a mobile phone! That's a life without love! Later, it was spread on the Internet and became a popular mobile phone screensaver back then!"
Hunter gulped and swallowed, suddenly feeling that he was more fortunate than Ciel.
"And Renault's Penny, Force India's Maiden has been tricked by him."
The original base is so huge.
Hunter's mind was balanced.
"But Hunter... If you're going to have sex with a girl, don't let her leave marks on you... Don't take pictures, and don't mention it to anyone other than me when you go back. That... just be happy with yourself. "Donald said suddenly and seriously.
"why?"
"Someone will get angry and the consequences will be serious."
"Don't you notice that you always say half of what you say, and then omit the other half that helps me understand correctly?"
"It's not that I only speak half of what I say, it's that you lack the ability to read other people's cues," Donald said helplessly.
"Is there? What hint?"
"Sexual suggestion!"
Donald cut off the call like a tantrum.
Hunt scratched his head, repeating the phrase "sexual suggestion" in his mind.
Was there anything in Donald's words just now that had something to do with "sexual innuendo"
It's over! It's over! Is that guy Donald interested in me!
God, I am very envious of Donald's mature demeanor in front of women, but if he is interested in himself, he will be depressed!
Just when Hunter was asking for trouble, a text message from Winston flashed on the screen, clicked on it, and the content was: I paid Owen $100,000 for you.
Hunter shook his shoulders, which meant that Owen must have told Winston what happened in the clubhouse.
Suddenly I felt that I was low again more than a little bit.
He's pretty sure now that Owen's revenge for his rejection of Red Bull wasn't just not telling him Nikki was a man, but calling Winston!
Hunter quickly replied a text message to the other party: I will pay you back when I get the year-end dividend.
Winston's reply was quick: at interest on the loan.
Hunter rolled his eyes, $100,000 is nothing to this guy!
At this time, Winston's next text message almost made him fall off the sofa: Is it okay for you to be a man
"Sure enough! This guy knows about Nikki!"
Hunter stood up and walked around the room, and Winston's fourth text message came: If a man can do it, sleep with me for one night and write off $100,000.
Hunter read the text message countless times, his heart seemed to be pinched.
Was this Winston sarcastic about being bewitched by a man, or was he just… testing himself? When his fingers were editing this text message, was there a smile on the corner of his lips
Hunter was intimidated when the word "tentative" came to his mind.
Does this mean that he is looking forward to Winston
Hunter stared at the phone, what would Winston say if he didn't reply? Will he ask if he is angry? Or will he say "idiot" to let him know that everything in the text just now is a joke
The heart is beating fast.
Especially when he turned around and saw his double bed, it seemed like a force was pressing him up.
But half a minute later, there are no more text messages from the phone.
Wait, Winston said "sleep one night". They both slept more than one night, Hunter, Hunter, how could you still be frightened by a text like this
Winston has never been known to date a woman or even a man since he entered Formula 1. It was as if the man had no need, either physically or emotionally.
Hunter smiled helplessly: "This guy's routine..."
Seriously, you lose.
Hunter replied directly: Then you come.
By the way, sent a cheap swoosh emoji.
At this moment, Hunter's cell phone rang, and Marcus' name was flashing.
It's over, it's over, this guy won't be mad because he knows that he went out with Owen!
"Hunter! Did you bring a suit!"
"Ah? I brought it!"
Donald has repurchased a suit since being mistaken for a waiter at the last Ferrari charity dinner.
"Then put it on! Let me and Maddie have a meal with Mr. Narita, a famous Japanese automaker industrialist! We will sponsor our team!"
"Then you'd better not call me. I'm not good at socializing, maybe I'll anger that Mr. Narita out of nowhere!"
"Mr. Narita asked you to go by name! He was impressed by your performance at Silverstone! Mr. Narita's English is very good, and we went to a Japanese restaurant with three Michelin stars! It was delicious! If you don't want to talk, Just eat with your head down!"
Hunter sighed, knowing that sponsorship was Marcus' life.
"Okay, okay...I see..."
They got into the car that Mr. Narita had sent to pick them up.
Maddie was sitting next to Hunter, and Maddie still had a cold face, which made Hunter a little uncomfortable.
But in such an atmosphere, Hunter didn't feel comfortable if he didn't make any noise.
"I said Maddie... Do you think like everyone else that you ran off the track last race because Winston was scolding you, to vent for me?" Hunter asked.
Marcus sitting in the front row covered his face: Hunter, Hunter! Do you want to see Mr. Narita with panda eyes
"Isn't it?" Maddie asked angrily.
"Winston isn't that kind of person, really," Hunt explained earnestly.
"So it's because of my poor skills that I was not only hooped, but also rushed out of the track?"
Hunter opened his mouth and finally said: "If Winston slaps you off the track can give you comfort... then Winston slaps you out."
"You—" Maddie's eyes widened.
But Hunter had an expression of "this is not going to work, so what are you going to do".
"Okay! If you two start making trouble in front of Mr. Narita, I'll let you all get out!" Marcus's forehead was already bulging.
Hunter closed his mouth and quieted down.
This is a traditional Japanese restaurant, and Hunter groaned at the low table.
After that Mr. Narita stood up to greet them, Marcus took Hunter and McGrady and the team's accountant and public relations manager to sit down on his knees like Mr. Narita.
Even if there is good food, this posture will make his calf cramp.
Seeing Hunter's uneasy appearance, Mr. Narita smiled and sat down with a gesture, indicating Hunter to sit casually.
Hunter then exhaled and straightened his legs.
There's no denying that the food tonight was delicious, and Hunter's appetite was whetted.
And most of the time, it was Mr. Narita who communicated with Marcus and the accountant.
Not knowing what to say, both Narita and Marcus laughed. Narita looked at Hunter and suggested in broken English that Hunter could try Japanese sake.
Hunter looked confused.
Don't you say this guy is good at English? Why can't I understand what he's saying at all
"Haha, this guy is not yet twenty-one years old, and he can't drink in the United States." Mr. Marcus took Hunter's shoulders, looking like he couldn't find his focus.
From experience, Hunter felt that Marcus should be getting drunk.
Mr. Narita once again sent an invitation to Hunter: "Japanese sake is famous all over the world. It's a pity to come here without tasting sake. In Japan, it is legal to drink at your age."
Maddie glanced at Hunter and muttered as if to say, "Sure enough, it's a brat who doesn't have full hair, and he doesn't even dare to drink sake."
The kindness is hard to accept, and the degree of sake is similar to that of red wine. Hunter drank a small glass under the watchful eyes of Mr. Narita.
On the palate it was crisp and supple, and pure, Hunter winked.
Mr. Narita smiled: "Is it delicious?"
In this way, Hunter drank four or five glasses in a row, especially with the fresh seafood dishes, which made him even more delicious.
Before I knew it, Maddie and Marcus had both collapsed on the table, and only the accountant was barely awake.
And Hunter gradually felt dizzy, and the world seemed to be turning.
This feeling is a precursor to drunkenness. Unlike the last time he drank strong alcohol, this time he felt as if his nerves were sober, but he couldn't control his body. Especially when he wanted to pick up a piece of sushi, but couldn't get it.
The opposite Mr. Narita smiled and said, "Drunk, drunk, they are all drunk."
Vaguely seems to hear them saying that although sake is not as strong as Chinese liquor, it is easy to drink, not to mention that they are drinking good sake.
The phone in my pocket kept vibrating.
As soon as Hunter picked it up, the phone fell to the ground, Winston's name flashing on the screen.
He pressed it for a long time and couldn't press it in the wrong place.
The accountant on the side helped him connect the phone: "Hello, I'm Vince, the accountant of the Marcus team. Are you looking for Hunter? He's drunk... "
"where are you?"
The chilling voice made the accountant's head dizzy from alcohol instantly sober up.
"Tiger White..."
"Then I'll come now."
"Thank you?" the accountant answered uncertainly. He glanced at Hunter, who was in a daze with his chopsticks, and remembered that he had heard that this kid had a good relationship with Winston.
But as soon as the other party heard that Hunter came over drunk, the relationship was too good, right
Regardless, accountants feel that they need help.
Mr. Narita kept two assistants, but the Marcus team got four drunk and the accountant was faltering himself, and it would be nice if Winston could come.
When Narita's assistant helped Marcus, Maddie, and the public relations manager into the car, the accountant was struggling to get Hunter up, but Hunter just shook and didn't mean to get up at all.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: When do you think I'm the most attractive
Hunter: When you don't like me!
Winston: Well, it looks like I'll have to give up on glamour forever.