Hunter was stunned for a while, he remembered that Shen Chuan had said that Shen Xi was never joking.
"You... really want me to pick you up?"
"Well! I really want to know what it's like to sit on someone else's shoulders, but eldest brother doesn't have that much strength!" Shen Xi said with a regretful expression.
Shen Chuan turned his face helplessly.
Hunter smiled, and he clapped his hands at Shenxi: "What's so difficult about this!"
The power of the racers is not small.
Hunter lowered his body in front of Shen Xi and hugged her easily.
This little girl is as light as a feather. I haven't seen her eat less snacks all day long, so why don't she gain weight? Or was it really consumed by her smart brain
Shen Xi showed a smile, she hugged Hunter's neck, looked at her brother, and then slowly opened her arms.
"When she was young, I was able to carry her like this. If you look at you, I will spoil her." Shen Chuan shook his head.
"Hehe, because Xiaoxi is cute!"
"No, when I said I was going to kill you with lightning, you were obviously frightened, how could you think I was cute?" Shen Xi, who was sitting on Hunter's shoulder, pushed his glasses and asked seriously.
Hunter paused, suddenly not knowing how to continue.
Shen Chuan changed the topic for Hunter: "By the way, Hunter, there will be a dinner party at the Palace Hotel tomorrow night. Do you have a suitable dress?"
"...Do you think I have it?"
Hunter put Shen Xi down from his shoulders.
"It's okay, the PR manager probably expected it long ago and has prepared it for you. Remember to try it tonight."
"I see!"
So this whole night, Hunter did not sleep.
He held his mobile phone and opened Xiaoxiaole, but his fingers did not move.
This time, he not only won the fourth place, but also competed with Ciel and Winston! With so much progress, so much achievement, how could Winston not even have a phone call or a text message
This unpleasant feeling is becoming more and more obvious.
He suddenly remembered that the first time he won fourth place, he rushed in front of Winston, and this guy picked him up...
Hunter was nostalgic about being held high by Winston.
"So stupid." Hunter patted his head.
He adjusted his mood, grinned wickedly, and sent a text message to Winston: "I won the fourth place in the substation! You won third, this is the closest I am to you!"
Winston, Winston, I can't believe you don't remember our agreement!
Striptease! Striptease!
Think about it, Hunter fell on the bed and rolled.
Winston's text came at about the same moment: congratulations.
Hunter felt like a basin of cold water was pouring down.
that's it
congratulations
Who wants you to congratulate
Hunter angrily continued to press the text message: Where's my striptease
I won't give you a chance to escape this guy!
Who knows, a few minutes have passed and Winston's text has not been answered.
Hunter threw the phone on the mattress and stared at it cross-legged, the more he looked at it, the more unhappy he became.
"what happened?"
At this moment, in the bathroom of the visiting room, Winston leaned back against the door of the compartment, raised his head, and seemed to be forcibly suppressing something in his throat.
"Winston! Are you inside? The media interview is about to start." The voice of the public relations assistant came.
Winston gritted his teeth, and he could feel the vibration of the phone in his trouser pocket, the distinctive ringtone he had set for Hunter.
Every time the bell rang once, the blue veins on his forehead stretched even more.
He looked up at the bright lights above his head, but his eyes seemed to go somewhere else.
"Winston... you're not in there?" the sound of footsteps as the PR assistant left.
When the bathroom fell silent again, Winston's throat made the sound of deep breathing, until the desire to destroy him was briefly released and a force burst out.
He exhaled forcefully, but he clenched his teeth and frowned.
The sound of text messages belonging to Hunter kept repeating.
After ten seconds, everything finally stretched out.
He walked out of the bathroom, calmly sorted himself in the mirror, and then faced the curious and expectant gazes of countless media.
There are many things to watch in this race. Although Winston did not win the championship in a row, his high-level performance still attracted admiration from the media.
Most of the questions focused on the technical and tactical aspects, as well as comments on Irving and Shire's play.
The reporters also knew very well that Winston would not answer questions outside of their profession. When the media interview was halfway through, Audrey Wilson raised his hand: "In this race, you fought with your friend Evan Hunt eight times. Although Hunt did not succeed in surpassing you, every time It was very thrilling, how did you feel at the time?"
Winston's battle with Shire and Owen has been around since he entered Formula 1, but with Hunter is fresh. The reporters looked very interested. But at the same time, they also believe that with Winston's cold personality, he has always been reluctant to talk about other players.
Winston was silent for about two seconds. The other reporters even planned to be disappointed. Only Audrey Wilson remained standing there, waiting for Winston's answer.
"From the point of view of driving skills alone, Hunter's performance is perfect. The control of the braking timing and the control of the routing, compared with the previous races, although the ranking has not been significantly improved, but His strength has reached another level."
Winston's face was calm, but the reporters were surprised.
This is the first time Vann Winston has explicitly praised an opponent.
"Did you feel pressure when he chased after you?" Audrey asked again.
"Hunter never pressures me. He excites me."
The reporters were surprised again, including Audrey.
She stared at Winston, his expression so indifferent, the adjective "excited" never seemed to concern him.
The press conference was over, and Winston took out his cell phone, which already contained several text messages from Hunter: Hunter: Hello! Why don't you text me back? Are you afraid
Hunter: Striptease is your bet, don't you be embarrassed
Hunter: Why didn't you answer my text messages, did you lose your phone
Hunter: ... If you don't want to dance, you can buy me a drink.
Hunter: If you can't drink, then take me on a short trip!
Winston half-drooped his eyes, holding the phone in one hand to quickly press the keys.
It was the first time that Annie, the assistant walking by his side, saw him keep texting on his phone like this.
At this time, Hunter was sitting on the toilet enjoying music when suddenly a text message popped up, clicked on it, and it came from Winston: Do you want to see my body so much
Hunter's shoulders trembled, and the phone almost broke the screen.
He immediately replied: Who wants to see your body!
Winston's text was so fast that he seemed to know what Hunter would say: Then when I strip you, you must close your eyes and don't look.
Hunter's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys trembled: Of course I want to see it! It's my right!
Winston replies: When is it your right to look at my body
Hunter's ears immediately turned red, but fortunately Winston couldn't see it, otherwise this guy would definitely be more proud!
Taking a breath, Hunter replied angrily: I've been in the top five for three consecutive races, and it's my right to see you dance!
Winston's reply was still swift: what color panties do you like to see me wearing
Hunter suddenly remembered that he accidentally caught Winston's place in the Noboribetsu Hot Spring Hotel... His fingertips seemed to be electrocuted, and his phone almost fell to the ground again.
Hunter gritted his teeth and replied: Seven-color rainbow, do you have one
Winston replies: Little liar. You obviously like me wearing black.
Hunter tilted his head: why is it black
Winston replies: The visual impact is strong.
"Visual impact? What visual..." Hunter understood what the other party meant, and almost threw the phone out.
Obviously he won the bet, but why is he always at a disadvantage
Unhappy! So unhappy!
Two seconds later, Hunter grinned and replied: Black is not the most visually striking, not wearing it is.
You said you would take it all off and show it to me!
Who knows Winston replies: Okay, I see.
"Okay? You understand? What do you understand!"
Hunter really hates the way the other party speaks like this!
At this time Winston's text message came again: Do you want to have breakfast together tomorrow morning
Hunter looked at this text message countless times. He was angry just now, but now he suddenly felt warm.
He replied: OK. Are you on a media visit
Winston replied: The interview has been over for ten minutes.
Hunter rolled his eyes, the interview is over, why are you sending me text messages for so long! Don't call directly!
The next morning, Hunter rarely slept in. He pulled on his sweatshirt and trotted to the restaurant of Winston's hotel.
It is the best choice to say goodbye to the IELTS port circuit while having breakfast here.
When Hunter walked into the restaurant and subconsciously looked for him at the place where he had dinner with Winston last time, he saw Winston's arm was wrapping around Audrey Wilson's waist.
Hunter froze there.
He saw Winston bow his head, almost covering Audrey's ear, not knowing what to say, and Audrey's face immediately turned red.
Someone walked up to Hunter and said in a clear tone: "It's hard for any man not to be tempted by being pursued by a good woman for too long, unless he's not straight at all."
It's Lawrence Owen. This guy appears to be staying in the same hotel as Winston.
At this moment, for some unknown reason, the last person Hunter wanted to see was him.
"Haha... yeah..." Hunter said with a smile.
"You're laughing so hard." Owen snorted softly, "Imagine that one day, Winston will have breakfast with another person, go on a trip with another person, and tell his unknown joys and sorrows. Another person, can you really laugh?"
"Hey! Don't you say... like... like I like Winston!"
Hunter's heart beat violently.
Owen is kidding.
He is playing tricks.
This guy has always liked to play tricks.
"Don't you like him?" Owen's eyes squinted. "You were looking for Winston, didn't you? You know you look like my first love looking for me at the entrance of the amusement park on their first date. Like." Owen's voice contained a hint of teasing and ridicule.
"You're so boring." Hunter frowned.
I hope this guy doesn't talk nonsense in front of Winston!
Owen put his pockets in his pockets and leaned his face in Hunter's direction: "Actually, if you really like him, I can teach you how to get him."
At this moment, Audrey had left Winston's side. She raised her head with an unnatural expression on her face, and walked stiffly towards the restaurant's exit.
When she glanced at Hunter inadvertently, she immediately turned her face away, which made Hunter feel strange.
At this moment, Winston also saw Hunter, his brows furrowed, and he stretched out his long legs. Before Hunter could react, Winston walked between Hunter and Owen.
"Owen, I thought you had left the IELTS port." There was a coldness in Winston's voice that Hunter hadn't heard for a long time.
"I still like it here. But don't worry, I won't disturb your breakfast time with Little Hunter."
After speaking, Owen turned and left happily.
But his words "I can teach you how to get him" echoed in Hunter's mind as clearly as a magic voice.
"You're still talking to Owen, aren't you afraid he'll play you?" Winston asked.
"I also happened to meet him. I saw you talking to Miss Wilson just now, so I didn't come forward. What did you say? Are you going to make an appointment for an interview?" Hunter immediately changed the subject.
"Nothing. Have breakfast."
There was no clue on Winston's face, but Hunter was disappointed.
Even if Audrey Wilson comes to you every time it's just those things, it's not "nothing."
What's more, you still hug her.
At the same time, Audrey, who had already entered the elevator, folded her arms and let out a long breath.
She deliberately came to this restaurant for breakfast today, just to "meet" Winston.
Today's Winston is completely different from when he faced the media.
He held the newspaper in his hand and flipped it gently, with a softness between his eyebrows. He occasionally looked in the direction of the restaurant entrance, as if waiting for someone.
Today, she deliberately wore a pair of high heels, walked past him, pretended to be swollen to the ankle, fell in his direction, and fell into his arms as she wished.
His arm was very stable, which made her feel the strength and security of being a man, but when his cold voice sounded, Audrey knew that everything would not go in the direction she expected.
"Is that how you got Hunter to support you?"
"I… "
Winston's words were too direct, and Audrey couldn't say the next sentence.
"Hunter looks childish on the surface, but he is a real gentleman at heart. But I'm different." Winston pushed her away from his side without any hesitation, "Don't approach Hunter just to approach me. .You are a senior media person, you should have professional qualities that belong to you."
Her face suddenly turned red.
"sorry."
As if fleeing, she quickly left his side.
When she saw Hunter walking in from the entrance, she felt a deep sense of shame.
Although Hunter was a little depressed, when Winston picked out the German sausage in the spaghetti and pushed it in front of him, he was suddenly not depressed at all and chatted happily about the dinner at the Abu Dhabi Palace Hotel.
"I heard that the hotel is often used to receive heads of state! Isn't it particularly magnificent?" Hunter asked with interest.
"The hotel is a bit big, just don't get lost." Winston took a sip of juice indifferently.
"I won't get lost!"
Hunter's heart skipped a beat when Winston's lips touched the rim of the glass and the juice spilled between his lips.
"What are you looking at?" said Winston.
"No... nothing... I was just wondering what kind of juice you were drinking." Hunter casually found a reason to prevaricate.
I don't know when it started, Hunter found that he liked looking at each other more and more.
Maybe there are many women in this world who are more delicate than Winston's facial features and more delicate and ups and downs than him, but Winston's unique temperament has always been pulling him.
Just as Hunter hurriedly lowered his head to eat the spaghetti, the man opposite suddenly handed the glass in his direction, his voice soft like the morning light outside the window.
"You taste it and guess what juice it is."
His beautiful fingers held the cup, and the graceful ups and downs of his wrist bones gave Hunter an urge to treasure.
His other hand rested on his chin, and Hunter felt warm even though he didn't smile.
Hunter opened his mouth slightly to catch the rim of the glass, and Winston had to reach out longer, tilting the glass, the juice seeping between his lips.
It was a sweet and sour taste, and Hunter was inexplicably nostalgic.
"What juice do you think it is?" Winston's voice sounded again.
"Um... can't guess."
He clearly tasted the taste of apples, but Hunter deliberately didn't say anything.
Winston chuckled. "You have such a dull sense of taste."
"No! Isn't the taste of fruit sweet and sour? I'll take another sip!"
Winston took another sip, and Hunter stared blankly between his lips, as if his thoughts had also become that glass of juice, flowing between his lips and hovering on the tip of his tongue.
"Okay." Winston stretched his arms again patiently, and Hunter leaned towards the other side, obviously he could reach for the juice, but he pretended to hold a knife and fork and let Winston feed him.
"Did you taste it?" Winston asked.
"Apple juice! It smells like papaya!" said Hunter, pursing his lips.
And your taste.
"Probably. I don't really like papayas," said Winston.
"Then give me a drink."
"You want juice?" Winston asked.
"Why can't I want to drink juice?" Hunter asked rhetorically.
All he wanted was the cup.
"I'll get you something else to drink," said Winston.
"What will you give me?"
I don't want any other juice, I just want your glass!
Winston raised his hand, adapting to him, "Please order me a glass of cherry juice."
"Why cherry juice?" Hunter asked resentfully.
"You don't think cherries sound like 'cherish,'" Winston said.
Hunter's heart seemed to be grasped by the other's beautiful fingers.
"I... I'm not a woman! What do you cherish!"
Hunter immediately covered up and shouted.
"Cherish me and your present. This is the first time I've ordered cherry juice for someone else. So..." Winston stared straight into Hunter's eyes, "If I find out, you order someone else's cherry juice... "
"Why..." Hunter suddenly recalled the scene where he was smoking a cigarette with a woman outside a bar in Montreal. At that time, he was imitating Winston's way to attract the woman, but he was discovered by the other party on the spot.
Although Winston didn't say anything at the time, he always felt ashamed.
"I'll fix you well."
"How can you fix me?"
"Why don't you try it?"
"Still... forget it..." said Hunter spinelessly.
"Are your evening gowns ready?" Winston asked casually.
"The PR manager will prepare it for me. They're probably going to get my hair done or something."
"Pity."
"What a pity?"
"They'll definitely put hairspray on you."
"...Then you can't use water. Hair falls out easily." Hunter touched his bangs. He hadn't cut his hair for a while, so it grew longer, "Hey, do you remember? In Ferrari's At the dinner party, you get my hair up for me!"
"I remember, your hair was soft."
"Really?" Hunter raised his hand and pinched his hair, "I just wanted to cut myself a board inch."
"That's good. It's too short to get a grip."
Hunter laughed: "Hands? It sounds like you touch my head every day."
Winston didn't answer.
Hunter squeezed his eyes and leaned towards each other: "Don't forget your striptease!"
Hunter thought he could see a different expression on Winston's face, but the guy's face still didn't show the slightest hint of expression.
"I didn't forget."
"That's it? You don't even have a look of embarrassment?"
Hunter was disappointed.
Winston imitated Hunter and approached: "If you're embarrassed, you lose."
As soon as Hunter raised his eyes with the pasta in his mouth, he saw Winston's eyebrows lowered and a shallow smile on the corner of his lips.
After breakfast, Hunter left the IELTS port with the convoy and headed to the Palace Hotel.
This is an 8-star hotel located on the Arabian Gulf, with a private beach for more than a kilometer, complete facilities and gorgeous interior decoration.
Hunter had a feeling of being blinded.
Once at the hotel, the PR manager began fitting Hunter, and Marcus even actually hired a makeup artist.
"I just have a little freckles... don't be so exaggerated..." Do you want to put a thick powder on his face
"Hunter! My Hunter! Don't you know you're a top driver now?" Marcus looked at him and said.
"…I've always been a first-class driver and that never changes." Hunter shrugged.
"Well, four months ago, you were the bottom 'top driver' and you couldn't see your name in the standings! But now, you're a driver who can compete with Winston and Shire! The most important thing is that you are not yet twenty years old! You have to pay attention to your appearance!"
Hunter's eyes lit up: "I'm a driver who can compete with Winston and Shire!"
"Yes! It's a dinner hosted by the FIA, and there will be a lot of Formula 1 sponsors here! Show them your best look!"
As if he hadn't heard Marcus' words, Hunter continued to sigh: "I'm a driver who can compete with Winston and Shire! But my annual salary is only 250,000 euros!"
Marcus covered his eyes and sighed: "Hunter! We signed a supplementary agreement before the Abu Dhabi station! Now, excluding dividends, your annual salary is already 2.5 million!"
"Oh! Is that so!" Hunter laughed.
The next race is in the United States, and he is going to buy back his father's villa!
At this time, the assistant came over and motioned Hunter to take off his T-shirt and put on a specially tailored shirt and dinner dress. Hunter walked over to the mirror unconcernedly, and when he saw his first glance, he couldn't help but sigh, "I'm so handsome. what… "
"Of course you are handsome! Did you know your fans have a website for you? Did you know the Audrey Wilson interview is on TV tonight? I saw the demo, you are so cute Now, there will be many women who will fall in love with you!"
"The demo is out? It's going to air tonight! Can I stay here and watch the interview?"
"No!" Marcus rejected him categorically.
"I hate dinner parties... don't auction anything... it's boring..."
"Yes, there is indeed an auction tonight, and the money will be used for research on environmentally friendly fuels."
Hunter sighed: "What are you going to auction off of mine?"
"Pants."
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Hey, what kind of bottoms do I have the most visual impact on
Winston: No.
Hunter: …I’m so serious about discussing this with you…
Winston: I answer you seriously.