Hunter just exhaled when Owen suddenly said, "Hey, Hunter, why don't you even look at Winston? Winston has been looking at you all the time!" Owen used a playful voice Say.
"Where... where is it!"
Hunter's ears turned red involuntarily.
Charles sighed and said to Hunter, "You brat is just too thin-skinned. Look at me, what this bastard says, I'll give him a blank look. If you blush, I'm sorry, you lose! "
"Charle..." Hunter looked at him.
"What?" Charles asked angrily.
"I adore you!"
"Oh? Didn't you worship me before? A lot of drivers got into Formula 1 because they worshiped me!" Charles showed his trademark arrogant smile.
"Huh? Someone got into Formula 1 for admiring you? Who?" Owen looked surprised and curious.
"Enzo from Lotus Team! Maiden from Force India!" Charles looked at Owen with smug eyes.
"Hehe... they're so tasteless!" Owen shrugged.
Ciel was about to kick Owen's chair again, but who knew that Owen would lift his leg and kick Ciel.
Probably just kicked Ciel's shin, the guy grunted and glared at Owen.
As if he had done nothing, Owen took Hunter's shoulders and said, "Hunter entered Formula 1 because of his admiration for me! And he beat you in this race, hahaha!"
Hunter paused: "When did I worship you!"
"Isn't it?" Owen's eyes were gloomy, as if warning Hunter about something.
Thinking that he had done so many wicked things for Winston, this guy knew that, Hunter could only nod his head obediently.
At this time, Hunter's cell phone rang, and it was Marcus' call.
"Hello, Marcus?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm eating a beef burger in the news center. What's wrong?"
"Did you record a talk show with Winston?"
Not good... Is Marcus going to be cranky again
"Winston was there for less than five minutes in that interview, but I was..." Marcus interrupted before he could finish saying that he would never go to Ferrari.
"Did you know that there were the chief designer Versace and his wife in the audience? She liked you very much, and this time you and Winston were both wearing suits for an interview. She felt that your temperament matched his husband's design. And that designer loves you two too! Versace has signed Winston to shoot their fall print ad before the season. They've been following you since the race at Silverstone. And Japan After the race, they sent the contract! Let you take pictures with Winston!"
"Huh?" Hunter thinks that his ears are broken. When did his appearance have anything to do with the fashion of first-class brands
On top of that, Winston has always had a fashion sense, how can I put it... the kind of eye-catching and impressive quality in front of the camera. But he's like this... it's too far off, okay
"I have already agreed! The filming location is in New York, although the time is a little tight, but it only takes two days. It happens that the time difference between this competition and the Singapore competition is two weeks! You will be with Winston after you finish filming. Go to Singapore!"
Hunter wants to say... Is Marcus crazy? Arranged commercial shooting during the season
"Wouldn't it be interesting to shoot with Winston? Winston is mainly a formal series, and you are a casual series. The designers of Versace want you to be in the same frame, and the two temperaments of elegance and leisure will collide and contrast. , and the two of you have a tacit understanding and can combine the two styles without being obtrusive!"
Hunter was a little cautious.
But he also felt that the shooting of print advertisements was very cumbersome, and he didn't like taking pictures, so he didn't want to agree at all.
But... do commercials with Winston...
"Have you... signed a contract?"
"Versace is also very interested in sponsoring us! The chief designer has a lot of power. After meeting you at the Abu Dhabi Palace Hotel, he said that he was inspired and even designed a casual suit for you! They sent it over The contract has been approved by our legal advisors! After reading your interview today, I am more impressed! I hope you will complete the fall print advertisement with Winston!"
As soon as these words came out, Hunter suddenly felt that he could not refuse.
Finished eating the burger.
The driver is not the soul of the team... the sponsorship is! Owen and Ciel are still chatting with each other because of the black fan, occasionally fighting each other.
The burger was over and his stomach was full, but Hunter didn't remember any taste.
No matter how dissatisfied Ciel was with Owen, he still followed him back to the hotel with his pockets in his mouth.
Hunter and Winston walked down the street, neither of them intending to stop the car back to the hotel.
"Hey, you were just under the table...what...what?"
Hunter asked in a serious tone.
He hoped that Winston would face up to the problem.
"What have I done?"
"You're too embarrassed to ask what are you doing? You use your shoes to touch my trouser legs! I avoid you once, and you switch to the other leg!"
"Oh—you didn't say last time, Owen taught you how to seduce me, but last time you rubbed Owen with your foot under the dining table."
"Ah... why do you still remember that!"
Hunter wanted to scratch his hair again.
"Don't let Owen teach you again."
"what?"
"I can teach you myself." Winston leaned into Hunter's ear, "Just now, did you learn it?"
His voice was still so soft, and Hunter's heart trembled.
"I... I don't have to seduce you at all now!"
It's obvious that you have long been mean to me!
"That's a pity. I want to tell you how to seduce me, you just follow. Owen can't teach you how to seduce me." Winston replied.
The smile in his voice made Hunter feel sexy again.
"Then I'm really curious, how can I seduce you!"
"Actually, you've been doing things like this all the time. On the way to the burger joint just now, it was a very successful example. Complete Evan Hunt style." Winston said with a small smile.
"Evan Hunter style? Like? How come I don't know?"
Hunter doesn't know he still has style
"For example, that time on the track, you were fighting against me, and you were definitely going to overtake me, which made me so excited that I almost reacted in the car."
Winston's voice was in Hunter's ear, husky and fatally attractive.
"Hey! You old rascal! What the hell are you thinking when you're driving F1!"
"Then the whole game turned into torture and I had to make it over as soon as possible... or I'd go crazy."
The sound of the Formula One engine, the temperature under the racing suit, and the thirst for restlessness seemed to ring in Hunter's ears.
"After the game, I locked myself in the bathroom, thinking about you and comforting myself."
Hunter certainly knew what it meant to "comfort myself".
"You… you can shut up."
Hunter stretched out his hand to cover the opponent's mouth, not wanting this guy to go on, but just as his palm was covered, something soft pressed his fingers between his fingers.
As if half scalded, Hentrick retracted his hand and looked at Winston in surprise.
"You... you guy... "
"Every time I'm about to be released, text messages from you guy come one after another."
It was only at this time that Hunter understood why the text message he sent to this guy took a long time to be replied after the Abu Dhabi race was over!
"My phone keeps vibrating. Just thinking it's you makes me feel it again."
"Enough! Enough! I don't want to hear it! It's not me who seduced you at all! It's something in your own head that's wrong..."
"Yes, because I have a problem with my brain, you can seduce me with a text message."
God, who will save him!
Vann Winston is a lunatic!
"Stop, I don't want to hear this anymore!"
"Okay, let's get another one."
"What the hell! You still have?"
"You know how much you like to lie on your bed and play with your phone?" Winston asked.
"I know. What's the matter!" Although Hunter didn't know what Winston was going to say, his ears and neck must have turned red again.
"From your shoulders, to your back, to your waist, especially the line below the waist..."
Hunter suddenly understood: "You are not allowed to think wildly! You can think about anything, I lie on the bed and play with your mobile phone. You have a problem with your brain!"
"Yeah, I just have a problem with my brain, so when I see you like this, I want to lift the back collar of your T-shirt, bite the back of your neck and neck... I want to pull your T-shirt up..."
"Damn—you're enough!" Hunter felt like he was really going to explode in place.
Winston is so perverted!
Can't you face the posture of lying on your stomach and playing with your mobile phone in the future
"You don't like this one? Then let's change it."
"Don't change it, I don't want to hear it anymore!"
"You don't want to listen, or don't you want to learn? You can play it a bit and say something similar to me." Winston's lips were clearly smiling.
Hunter bumped him with his elbow: "I don't want to learn!"
"It's a pity. Because I really want to say it."
"What else can you say? You made it all up!"
"Why should I make it up?" Winston chuckled lightly. "Ah, there's another one, I'll tell you, it definitely doesn't look like it was made up."
"what?"
Asking the exit, Hunter regretted it. Where is the opponent of this old rogue, why do you ask!
You should turn around and leave without interest!
"Didn't you almost fall in the bathroom of the sailing hotel that time?"
"Ah? You didn't even look at me when I asked you to bring me clothes!" Hunter got angry when he thought of this!
"You're sitting in the bathtub and can't see anything, what's so good about me? Or do you want me to step into the bathtub and kill you?" Winston asked back, and Hunter suddenly felt that what he did at that time was really true very dangerous!
Owen is not a good thing!
Just as Hunter exhaled, Winston said calmly, "Then you slipped in the bathroom, and as soon as I got in, I saw you hanging on the edge of the bathtub, nothing."
The time Hunter immediately thought of, he thought he would be injured, and his heart jumped with fright.
"The first thing I saw when I walked in was your butt. You still have water stains on your body, and it looked like you were waiting for me to bite down when you looked at it under the light."
Hunter shuddered, and immediately took a half-step to the other side.
"I… I told you… I… I… didn't mean to!"
"I know you didn't mean it. But at that moment, I wanted to put you on the ground and listen to you crying and begging me to let you go." Winston's voice was full of strength, as if at that moment Hunter really He tortured to the limit.
As if the prey had already touched the fangs of the beast, Hunter looked at each other stupidly. The madness in his mind immediately invaded Hunter's brain. He seemed to see himself being pressed on the tiled floor of the bathroom, unable to support himself, struggling to keep slipping, crying and begging the other party to let him go.
Hunter froze there. He didn't know that Winston was watching Hunter's expression silently, and every little emotional fluctuation of his was captured by the other party.
Including his panic.
"Idiot," said Winston in a playful voice.
"Huh?" Hunter raised his eyes.
Winston's hand gently stroked his face: "How could I be willing to treat you like that."
Hunter paused, obviously still afraid just now, but suddenly felt distressed because of those words.
"That...Are you going to fly to New York tomorrow to shoot a print ad for Versace?"
"Yeah. You have to come with me tomorrow, don't you?"
Hunt raised his hand, tugged Winston's tie lightly, and said in a tugging tone: "Hey—I'm not following you. Just happened to have the same business as you! And Marcus will make sure The public relations department sent an assistant to follow me!"
"Really? I'm not the same as you. I'm not a child who needs someone to watch over to finish the work obediently." Winston said with a smile, pulling the corners of his lips.
"Cut..." Hunter was about to put his hand down when Winston grabbed it.
"Actually, Hunter, you've always been gifted with seducing me." Winston turned his face sideways. "I thought you were pulling my tie just now... to kiss me."
"How could I kiss you on the street!"
"Yeah, what a pity."
Winston let go of Hunter's hand.
The two continued to walk forward and finally came to the hotel.
Hunter thought Winston would follow him, but he just stopped at the door of the hotel.
"Hunter."
"Huh?" Hunter turned around.
"I'm going to fly to New York tonight."
"Oh..." Hunter was a little lost.
"See you in New York."
Hunter did not enter the hotel, but stood there watching Winston go away.
When he came to the door of his room, he found a rose pinned to the door.
Hunter was stunned for a moment. Could this be given to him by Winston
But this guy has been with him all the time, where is the time to do such a thing
Hunter picked up the flower and opened the door.
At this time, the public relations manager called and told him that the team had booked him a flight back to New York that night.
I wipe, why didn't I say it earlier!
Then he can go with Winston!
He had to pack quickly and drive to the airport.
Hunter originally wanted to tell Winston, but then he thought, if it was the same flight, he would be able to give him a surprise!
Although I didn't expect him to show a surprised expression at all!
Hunter once again used the technique of cluttering and cluttering. After packing his luggage in five minutes, he urged the public relations assistant to set off.
There was only one flight back to New York in the evening, and Hunter was sure he would meet Winston.
When they came to the VIP lounge, Hunter saw Winston with a newspaper at a glance.
Although his face was covered by the newspaper, Hunter would never admit that he was wrong.
Hunter squinted and smiled, quietly took a newspaper, found another place away from Winston and sat down.
The PR assistant was about to report to Marcus that they had arrived at the airport when Hunter made a small gesture.
Five minutes later, Hunter crept up behind Winston, holding his breath and leaning into his ear.
"The stars are given to you, do you miss me?"
Winston raised his head abruptly, and saw Hunter's hand stretched out in front of him, and a few stars folded from the newspaper fell.
Winston was quick to catch it.
"Don't grab it too hard, it will collapse!"
Hunter smirked, lying on the back of Winston's chair.
Anyway, this time, if Winston asked him to grab these stars and go back to New York, he would ignore him.
Winston didn't speak, just picked up what he had, and the stars that had fallen on him, and put them in his coat pocket.
Just as Hunt was about to turn to Winston and sit down, the other party suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the back of his head, and pressed him down.
He kissed the corner of his lips, licked the slight depression with his tongue, and let go of him.
"Of course I miss you."
Hunter was startled, only to realize that Winston's other hand had been holding the newspaper, and no one noticed what they had just done.
There was a clear smile in Winston's eyes.
A few minutes later, it was boarding time.
After sitting in the cabin, Hunter found that Winston was sitting at the front of the first class cabin, and he was sitting at the back of the first class cabin.
so disappointed...
Hunter took out the eye patch and put it on his eyes.
When the plane took off and entered a stable state, someone walked up to the PR assistant.
"Can I switch places with you?"
Winston's voice sounded, and Hunter's heart tightened with the sound.
"Of course... of course..."
The PR assistant got up and ceded the position to Winston.
"thanks."
Because it was a night flight, it didn't take long for the lights on the plane to go out.
Winston leaned into Hunter's ear and whispered, "You're not asleep, you can take off the blindfold."
Hunter is not happy: you said I didn't fall asleep, I didn't fall asleep? I just fell asleep!
Seeing that Hunter didn't respond, Winston just chuckled.
"Within three minutes, you'll have your blindfolds off."
Hunter felt that the guy was too conceited.
To his surprise, Winston raised his hand.
Hunter couldn't hold back a shudder when those cool lips pressed against his fingertips and the tip of his tongue slid over.
Fortunately, the plane encountered a bit of turbulence.
Hunter adjusted his breathing and remained motionless.
He couldn't believe that this guy dared to kiss his fingers all the time!
But Hunter underestimated Winston.
The guy became more and more arrogant, and the tip of his tongue ran along his fingers to between the middle and ring fingers, where the skin was licked by Winston's tongue, and Hunter almost pulled his hand back.
Hunter had never thought in his life that someone could kiss his hand so sensually.
When Hunter heard the faint sound of a flight attendant walking ahead, Winston had already kissed his wrist and had no intention of stopping.
Hunter had to withdraw his hand, took off the blindfold and glared at the other party.
"Are you awake?" Winston's face was expressionless.
The flight attendant happened to pass by them and almost saw it.
"Or rather, stay awake all the time."
Under such darkness, the brightest eyes are Winston's eyes, which hide the sense of distance, like silent warm sea water.
"Night flight, you don't sleep... Do you want to chat?"
There was not much time, and I only had a few hours of sleep after getting off the plane, and it was time to start the shooting of Versace.
Time is so tight.
"We can do things without making a sound."
"what?"
"And it's something you should study hard."
Hunter seemed to realize what Winston was trying to do. He was about to avoid the window when Winston kissed him.
There was no pressure, the tip of his tongue tipped over Hunter, and he used his lips to press Hunter's lips.
Hunter stopped breathing, and all the sensations were taken away by Winston's tongue.
Hunter closed his eyes and clearly agreed not to make a sound, but the sound of sucking became more and more obvious.
Hunter was nervous about being discovered what they were doing, but he didn't want to just push Winston away.
It wasn't until the sound of the flight attendant walking back from the other end of the plane that Winston let him go.
"Now you can sleep."
Hunter's heart was still beating wildly.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: I love night flights.
Hunter: Because it's cheap
Winston: Because when the lights go out and everyone falls asleep, don't you think there's a lot of room to play
Hunter: Play what
Winston: Play on you.