As soon as Marcus finished speaking, Hunter almost choked on his own saliva.
"You... you... what did you say? You're crazy!"
Hunter immediately ran to rummage through the suitcase. He didn't have the habit of washing his bottoms every time he came out to play, and basically threw them all the way. Marcus shouldn't have put his dirty bottoms up for auction! Is there a lower limit
"Hunter, what are you looking for?" Marcus asked in confusion.
"Look at my bottoms!" Hunter found that he couldn't remember how many pairs he had left!
"Of course not less. I asked the assistant to buy it long ago." Marcus raised his chin.
The public relations assistant came out with a pair of black tight briefs and shook it.
"Huh?" Hunter said, pointing to it. "Are these my panties?"
"From now on, it will be. Look at this style, how irritating. There must be a lot of female fans who like you bidding wildly!" Marcus said proudly.
I wipe! These guys are so dishonest! Even the panties are fake!
"Do you think I'm Winston or Owen? Please don't embarrass me! I tell you, I will never go to the dinner party!"
Hunter imagined the embarrassment of the audience when the auctioneer revealed the bid.
All present were business celebrities, and Hunter felt that his reputation would be discredited, and he would not be able to raise his head since then.
"Don't worry, after my preliminary investigation, your underpants have been fired for $100,000!"
"...Are you dreaming? Most importantly, that's not my panties!" Hunter yelled from the room.
Strangely, everyone present was like a roar that was not heard. It was time to tidy up the dinner dress, and the one who should comb his hair should comb his hair. Hunter was indignant in his heart: next year, he must change teams! absolute!
The Ballroom of the Palace Hotel is luxurious and grand.
When Hunter followed Marcus in, he found that many people looked over, which made him tug at his bow tie uncomfortably.
do not look at me…
Why are you all looking at me
Hunter felt like he was suffering from persecution paranoia. He always felt that the guests who were talking to each other were looking at him from the corner of their eyes.
Could it be that they were laughing at Marcus when they knew that he had put his underpants up for auction
What are you doing!
Can't you just auction off a normal thing like a T-shirt like a Ferrari charity dinner
"Hey, little one... you're so... appetizing tonight."
Hunter turned his face to one side and saw Owen with one hand in his pocket and the other with a champagne glass, looking at himself with a smile.
Owen did not deliberately comb his hair behind his head like many male guests, but casual but not messy, with a strong sense of fashion. His dinner dress set off the line of the shoulders and back, the guy was tall and straight with a hint of laziness, and those emerald eyes faintly revealed a hint of evil.
"Is that so? I see you're quite unappetizing."
Hunter deliberately closed his eyes and looked around.
"What, are you looking for Vann Winston?" Owen asked with a smile.
Hunter did not answer him.
Owen leaned against the table indifferently, lowered his head and smiled more clearly: "Hunter, get him, you don't have to keep chasing him with your eyes like this. You can hug him, kiss him, watch him for You look like you can't help yourself."
He clearly told himself to ignore every word Owen said, but Hunter's face was hot at that moment.
Hunter was about to leave quickly, but Owen grabbed his back hem with his fingers.
"Hunter, I said I could get him for you. Are you sure you don't?"
"You... crazy!"
Hunter was about to shake Owen away, but Owen let go first. As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Mr. Miller, the manager of the Winston Followers team, walking into the venue, and immediately blocked everyone's attention.
He was wearing a pure black dinner dress, and he had a good figure, especially his long legs. The edge of his neckline was dotted with bright spots like fine sand, which flickered faintly whenever he walked. The designer's ingenuity makes the understated black come alive.
Unlike before, after Winston took the champagne from the waiter's tray, his eyes did not meet the oncoming admiration, but swept across the audience and stopped on Hunter's body. .
The moment he saw Hunter, his eyes suddenly stopped.
Hunter turned his face away immediately - bad! The dinner dress that the PR manager chose for him turned out to be exactly the same as Winston!
Hit the shirt! Although men's dinner dresses are similar, their neckline edges are specially designed, and you can tell they are the same at a glance!
Hunter frantically complained in his heart: Why don't you just follow the retro style honestly!
Winston, however, walked towards Hunter step by step, only to hear the slight sound of glass crashing, and the atrium also filled with echoes.
Hunter looked up and saw Winston's gaze.
The sight made Hunter feel hot, and the blood hidden in the deepest part of the body kept surging up, as if it was about to burst out.
Winston's knuckles brushed the shattered hair in Hunter's ear and said in a voice only Hunter could hear, "It's good they didn't give you hairspray."
"I don't like hairspray either."
"You looked a lot sexier than the last time you were at a Ferrari charity dinner."
"Are you complimenting your own taste? We both have the same dinner dress."
"Then next time, I'll give you the choice."
Winston moved closer to Hunter, causing Hunter to lean back subconsciously.
There was a faint smell of cologne on his body, and it was clearly cold, but after entering Hunter's lung cavity, he wanted to burn.
Mr. Miller called out Winston's name, Winston said "let's talk later", and the moment he turned around, he pinched Hunter's ear again.
Hunter realized that his ears must be red again.
"Guess what he wanted to do when he saw you just now?" Owen's voice sounded in Hunter's ear again.
This guy is really endless!
"Can you go and play with others? I saw Charles there! Or, get Donald to play with you?" Hunter said helplessly.
Owen laughed sullenly: "He just wanted to take off your clothes."
"Because I bumped into his shirt."
"Tear off your bow tie."
"what?"
"Pull your shirt off and do whatever you want."
Suddenly, Hunter remembered Winston's bitten lower lip and the mark on his neck.
"He wants to bite you into pieces, swallow it. There's no slag left." Owen's voice seemed to be squeezed from between his teeth, with the strength of crushing Hunter.
"You... you think you're making a horror movie!"
Hunter walked away immediately.
Owen's laughter came, and Hunter wanted to beat him back.
Marcus had a very good chat with several sponsors, and he waved to Hunter. These sponsors included luxury watches, famous supercars, electronic communications, and even cigarettes.
Hunter just tried to squeeze a smile and deal with them.
Time made Hunter feel like years, and he subconsciously looked for Winston.
His profile was still stern, but both his movements and his demeanor were decent and elegant, which Hunter wanted to enjoy quietly.
The auction was about to start, and the audience burst into applause, and all Hunter wanted to do was to hide in the bathroom.
It's just that he didn't take two steps before he heard the host read his name: "The first auction item in tonight's auction is also very concerned by the Formula One fans present - the bottom of Evan Hunter pants!"
Hunter immediately covered his face, he felt that he had no face to play again!
The applause of the guests was more enthusiastic than before, and the laughter came as Hunter expected.
"Don't be embarrassed." Qin Liang's voice sounded in his ears.
Hunter knew it was Winston.
"It wasn't your panties that were auctioned off..." Hunter almost didn't cry.
"But those aren't your panties either," Winston said.
"how do you know?"
"You wear boxers, not triangles. You're an insecure guy, and triangles make you insecure and uncomfortable." Winston's voice was calm.
For some reason, Hunter, who was originally embarrassed, raised his head.
He found that although everyone looked at him, their eyes were at least kind.
The price of the underpants was raised from $5,000 to $100,000, and Hunter was dumbfounded when he heard the price.
And in the end it was Nikki!
When did this guy come in
Hunter was so utterly embarrassed that he didn't even notice him.
Nikki was opposite Hunter and raised his eyebrows with a smile. The "Beauty and the Beast" theme party entered Hunter's memory again, in stark contrast to Nikki's heroic temperament today.
"I… should I tell Nikki that's not my panties?"
"What? You see he spent $100,000, so you want to give him a real one?" Winston asked rhetorically.
"how is this possible!"
"Then think about how he'd cost you $100,000 for pretending to be a beauty at a club party."
Hunter wanted to cry a little, and Winston reminded him that he still owed him $100,000!
The next thing that was auctioned was Donald, Owen, Shire, Enzo, Penny, and some really weird stuff. For example, the mask that Shire used, and the toothbrush that Owen used. Hunter was genuinely skeptical, and Owen brushed the toilet with that toothbrush.
Finally, it's time to auction Ferrari's donated auction item - Winston's pen.
It was a solid black parka that didn't look any fancy, but was full of intellectual and homemade flavor.
Its reserve price is $10,000, and it reaches 150,000 in less than a minute.
Hunter opened his mouth: "My God... I still want to take a picture!"
He was pretty sure that, unlike the fake bottoms that Marcus had provided, Winston must have used the pen.
"What did you film it for?" Winston asked.
"Take it as a souvenir!" Hunter replied casually.
"Why do you want to commemorate it?"
"Because...because I like your writing."
Hunter did not say that he kept all the bedside notes that Winston wrote to him.
"Whatever you want to see me write, I'll write it to you. You don't have to buy this kind of stuff."
Hunter's heart beat wildly again with Winston's soft voice.
"Really write anything?" Hunter winked with a smirk.
"Okay, just let me see your lower limit." The small smile on Winston's lips clearly regarded Hunter as a child again.
At this time, Nicky walked towards the two of them.
"Did you agree to wear the same clothes?" Nikki raised her eyebrows, "But your bottoms are mine."
Hunter was a little embarrassed.
"You... those underpants are not mine."
Nicky tugged at Hunter's collar lightly, turned his face sideways and said seriously, "Of course I know it's not yours. You're so conservative, you should prefer to wear boxers."
Hunter looked at Winston on the side, why can you all see that those panties are not mine
Winston stretched out his hand and clasped Nicky's wrist, Nicky's brows furrowed, and he had to loosen Hunter's collar.
"If that pair of bottoms were really worn by you, I probably wouldn't be able to photograph it if I went bankrupt."
Nicky winked at Hunter and turned away.
When the auction ended, the dinner party entered the stage of invitation to dance.
Many guests with female companions had already slid onto the dance floor, which made Hunter envious.
He subconsciously looked for a woman he knew, and finally saw Audrey Wilson. He was about to step forward to invite him when Audrey was invited by a Middle East oil tycoon and slipped onto the dance floor.
Marcus wants Hunter to chat with the sponsor again, Hunter sighs, can't he just enjoy the refreshments and music
He stepped back without a trace, left the search range of Marcus, took a glass of soda water, and a snack that seemed to be exquisite and did not know how it tasted, and left the banquet hall.
The Palace Hotel is so big that he can walk around. If Marcus came to him, he said he was lost.
In the golden corridor, you can see rows of cabinets, which display unique Arabic crafts.
Hunter admired as he walked, and then his phone rang.
"Where are you?" came Winston's voice.
Hunter's lazy mood suddenly jumped up.
Did Winston look for him everywhere when he found out he wasn't at the party
"I'm... in the corridor west of the hotel."
"I'm coming here."
Hunter touched the tip of his nose. There was no one else nearby. Hunter followed suit: "Are you here to perform a striptease for me?"
"Of course you can if you want to see it."
The other party's voice was lighter than before, as if he breathed out in his heart. Hunter felt itchy, but couldn't catch anything.
"Take off your underpants, too," Hunter added.
"The last time you caught me in the hot spring, you've been wanting to watch it, right?" There was a faint smile in Winston's voice.
This guy really never knows how to be shy!
There were footsteps in the corridor, and Hunter saw Winston's figure walking in his direction. With a grin, he deliberately hid beside the cabinet.
Winston frowned, he looked for Hunter, took out his mobile phone and dialed Hunter's number again, but the voice prompt showed that Hunter had turned off.
Winston stopped, and said in a small voice that could be heard in most of the hallway: "Hunter, I know you're hiding on purpose. If you don't want to waste your time tonight, come out quickly."
Hunter twitched his lips and smiled. He didn't expect Winston to strip him all night. When Winston turned his face away, Hunter stuck his head out.
Even though his voice seemed calm, Hunter could sense from the other person's back that he was a little impatient.
Just as Hunt was about to step out, someone called Winston's name.
"I'll just say it's your voice, and Winston is here to help..."
It was Owen, who was holding someone up and seemed drunk.
Winston stood motionless.
"Um... who did you just say?" the guy who was drunk on Owen opened his eyes and asked vaguely.
"Winston." Owen sighed.
Hunter by the closet heard that the guy beside Owen was Ciel.
Haven't these two never been against each other, how could they come together
"Winston... it's that badass Winston..."
Ciel broke free from Owen and suddenly rushed towards Winston, but was dodged by the other side.
"He's drunk." Winston's cold voice sounded, completely different from when he called Hunter just now.
"I asked you to do me a favor because he was drunk." Owen held onto Ciel and sighed helplessly.
"I can not help you."
Just as Winston turned around, Ciel suddenly stepped forward, hugged Winston, and pressed his face hard against Winston's back.
"Don't go...don't leave me...I really love you..."
Hunter felt like a bomb had dropped in his ear, buzzing.
What did Charles say just now
"You're drunk." Winston broke Ciel's arm and hugged him, but the drunk Ciel was surprisingly strong, Winston frowned and looked at Owen, "You want this farce to continue. ?"
Owen spread his hands, "It's better for him to pester you than me."
"Although I'm drunk... but I know you... I love you, I really love you... I have always fought with you just to... To make you notice me..." Ciel's voice was full of grievances.
Hunter was stunned.
So... it's not drunken gibberish, it's drinking truth
Charles has always had a crush on Winston
"I'm divorced...I just want to be with you...Please look at me...don't be with anyone else..."
Hunter was even more shocked. Could it be that Shire's failed marriages were just to attract Winston
I wipe! Even the divorce is for him
Is there a more naive way
"Let go." Winston's voice dropped an octave.
"Don't be like this... Just now Ciel kept shouting your name when he was drunk. I thought he was trying to vent his anger after drinking, but it turned out to be a confession after drinking! It made me feel sad!" Owen's voice full of sympathy.
Hunter couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
This is so shocking! Charles actually likes Winston!
"I know you've always liked strong men...you don't like Audrey Wilson's...pretentious women...you only see strong men..."
"This is my business. Please leave me immediately."
Winston used his indifference to reject Ciel, but at that moment, Hunter's heart seemed to be pierced.
There is no doubt that the one who can be valued by Winston must be the strong one.
Whether it is Ciel or Owen, they all have the strength to compete with Winston, but he does not.
He was just behind him, chasing him all the time, looking up at him, and being taken care of by him like a child.
I want to be filled with crushed ice.
Finally, Winston shoved Ciel away and slammed into Owen.
"Hey! Winston!" Owen clattered as he sat on the ground while Ciel sat on top of Owen.
Winston continued to walk forward, turning his face to see Hunter.
"You're hiding here." Winston walked towards Hunter.
Hunter just squeezed into the wall for the first time.
"Haha... I can't see Ciel's confession if I don't hide it!" Hunter deliberately made his appearance look gloating.
"Really?" Winston put his hand on the cabinet. Hunter was about to leave from the other side, when Winston put his hand on the wall.
Hunter realized that he was squeezed between Winston's embrace and the wall, so close he could almost feel each other's breath.
Winston turned his face to the side, obviously just to see Hunter's expression in the backlight, but it looked like he was about to kiss him.
"Yeah." Hunter answered affirmatively.
"Charle wasn't drunk at all, he was a good drinker," Winston said.
"What?" Hunter's voice rose, looking in the direction of Ciel.
Owen sighed, got up and kicked Charles, who was sitting on the ground stupidly, with his toes: "Get up. Get dressed."
"Damn it! My acting isn't good enough?" Ciel snorted and got up from the ground reluctantly.
"If you want to fool me, at least from the first time you see me," Winston said.
"Damn it! The confession just now was a fucking waste! I'm getting goosebumps!" Charles glared at Owen.
"How could it be useless? At least you made yourself sick." Owen shrugged.
"I love you, I really love you. I have been fighting you all this time just to get you to notice me." Winston looked at Hunter and read out the confession from Ciel just now in his unique voice.
There was a certain repression and resistance in Shire's voice, but Winston said the same thing, like a willing fall.
Hunter's heart was lifted high.
Winston lowered his head, looked at him, then turned his face away and looked in Ciel's direction: "I thought this confession was given to Lawrence Owen under the guise of playing tricks on me."
His heart fell, and Hunter was inexplicably disappointed.
"What... what! How could I! This line was made up by Owen! This guy said that if I make such a disgusting confession to you, we can see your reaction! Maybe it will make your next stop As soon as the game sees me, I want to run away!"
Charles cried out.
Owen put his pockets in his pocket and pouted: "Can you not say everything?"
"The point is that this doesn't work at all! This iceberg face has seen through us a long time ago! Your acting skills are so good, why don't you confess!"
"Because Winston knows that he can't be my food at all. If I really bend, I will also choose Hunter, he is more cute!"
"What! I won't choose you even if I'm bent!" Hunter suddenly bumped Winston's arm and came to Owen. "And what makes me cute?"
"Wow, so cute." Owen smiled and reached out to squeeze Hunter's face, but he was thrown away by Hunter.
Hunter stared at Owen, but Owen didn't care.
He turned his face slightly, approached Hunter's ear, and said in a voice that only Hunter could hear: "Even if Ciel's confession is just a joke, such a confession will happen again and again in the days to come. Wen Stone will say no the first time, the second time, the third time...but there's always one time, he'll nod."
At that moment, Hunter's breathing seemed to be contained in his throat, and every cell in his body felt a dull pain.
He froze there, not knowing how to move his hands and feet.
Owen straightened, smiled and stepped back to Ciel's side, reaching out to him.
"Cut!" Charles reluctantly took a check from his pocket and slapped it into Owen's hand, "You'll be killed by money someday!"
"That would be the happiest way to die."
It seemed that Ciel's confession was just a boring bet between him and Owen.
"Hunter." Winston's voice sounded, he clasped Hunter's arm and pulled him in his direction, "What did Owen say to you?"
"It's nothing. I guess the FIA dinner is too boring for this guy." Hunter forced a smile.
Owen, on the other hand, took Ciel's shoulders and walked back.
Ciel threw his arm off and said dissatisfiedly, "You bastard! You play the same thing every year, do you think others don't know?"
"That's why I changed you! I don't know when a new person will join?"
"I think you want me to make a fool of myself?"
"Actually... I took a picture of you confessing to Winston just now!"
"what?"
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: This pen seems to be!
Winston: Are you sure
Hunter: I'm sure!
Winston: I have one more, you and I will get it.
Hunter: Okay… Hey! Why are you hooking my sleeve with a pen!
Winston: Don't you want to
Hunter: Why are you hooking my pants with a pen!
Winston: Don't you want to
Hunter: Why are you hooking my panties with a pen! go away!