Between the messy roses, Hunter pulled Winston forward, his voice proud and unrestrained: "I am your king. I tell you to fall and you will fall, I tell you to cry, you You have to cry for me."
Winston's surprised look Hunter didn't have a chance to see, his throat was squirming, and he just looked at Hunter's back coldly.
"I wipe... Didn't you say that this kid is naive and sexy? I think it's arrogant and sexy!" Carlos's fingers almost cramped when he pressed the shutter button.
Losey sighed. "He should be glad we are all here. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise Winston would have killed him here long ago." Carlos smiled unkindly.
Next up is the Beast Murdering the Prince.
"I don't want to be killed by you..." Hunter muttered in dissatisfaction.
Why is there such a shooting theme
"It's fine to be eaten by me, then," said Winston.
"cut… "
Hunter was lowering his head to study whether the flower in his hand was a climbing rose or a European rose. Suddenly, a hand clasped his chin, forcing him to look up. He met Winston's pair of blue The dark eyes and the strong possessiveness seemed to break through the seal of the ocean and kill Hunter.
At the same time, Winston held a rose in his hand, and its sharp stem stabbed hard into Hunter's chest.
It was pinned to a button exactly, but the pain felt so real in that moment.
Hunter felt as if he had been pierced and destroyed.
He stared at Winston with wide eyes, and the incredible horror was captured by two photographers.
"Awesome..." Losey exclaimed.
"I have a hunch... That kid will cry in pain tonight." Carlos's tone became worse.
"Come on... I don't think Winston can bear it."
Hunter bumped Winston with his elbow: "Nima! Scared me to death!"
Winston let go of his hands, signaling Hunter not to be nervous, and then the rose in his hand fell to the ground.
"The photography has just started, and you're still playing," Winston said.
"I'm scared by you to have nightmares at night!"
Winston deceived his head: "So you think, I will kill you?"
"no… "
I thought... it would be worse than killing me.
"Another one! Good one! The beast murdered the prince, Winston! Kill him again!" Carlos exclaimed.
"And to be killed?" Hunter's expression looked like he was about to cry, "How many times did you tell me to be killed!"
Losey looked at Hunter in the camera and couldn't help laughing.
"To be killed many times!" Carlos replied.
Winston came to Hunter's side and whispered: "You can't do it again with such a natural expression just now, right?"
"Nonsense." Hunter looked at Winston puzzled, "Why did I become a prince and you became a beast? This is not in line with everyone's perception!"
"I think you are carefree, heartless, and always believe in my prince. Isn't it more suitable for me than you to be deliberate and step by step?" Winston said, looking into Hunter's eyes.
Carefree, heartless... Maybe in the eyes of many people, such as Marcus, they will think that he is like this.
But only Hunter himself knew that, starting a long, long time ago, he was doomed to not be carefree.
But Winston said "I want you to be carefree, heartless, always trust my prince", which means that he has always understood him.
"Okay." Hunter said with a smile.
"Then trust me." Winston took off his tie and put it lightly on Hunter's eyes.
He tightened his tie, and Hunter couldn't see anything for that moment.
All he knew was that Winston put the rose in his hand, took his hand, and lifted it up.
Hunter felt that nothing was important because he could feel Winston's heartbeat on his back, and the back of his hand was the temperature of Winston's palm.
Losey and Carlos were stunned.
The picture in front of him is that Hunter, who can't see anything, is holding a rose in his hand, while Winston is holding Hunter's hand and tying the tip of the rose to his neck.
"How could I be willing to kill you. Even if you refuse to give yourself to me."
Winston whispered in Hunter's ear.
Hunter's shoulders shrugged instantly, and his voice was so cold that he suddenly wanted to hug him tightly.
Filming at the Million Rose Manor ended at 4pm.
The best daylight has passed.
Versace's stylists told them they could keep the outfits worn in the last set of photos as a souvenir. In the future, when Hunter attends any dinners and business events, Versace will tailor his clothes for him. Hunter suddenly feels that this is also very good. At least I won't dress like a hotel waiter anymore.
Losey hugs Hunter goodbye: "I'll send you the magazine. Be careful not to fall in love with yourself."
"Hahaha, your level is really so high that you can make me fall in love with myself?" Hunter said half-jokingly.
"No matter how high-level photography technology is, it is impossible to make ugly into beautiful, and ordinary into special. We are only good at capturing the moment." Losey covered Hunter's ear and whispered, "Don't be afraid of his madness. .Because you are the only one he cares about in this world."
Hunter's heart shook.
"thanks."
Hunter and Winston drove back to the city.
They booked a flight from New York to Singapore tomorrow afternoon. Marcus is quite human, knowing Hunter's hard work, let him sleep in late tomorrow morning.
"I want to go back to the apartment to get some clothes."
"Okay, I'll go with you."
"Actually I'm curious, do you never have to go back to your own home in England to get things?"
"My assistant will help me with these things."
Hunter remembered that Winston had a life assistant.
so envious…
Back at his apartment, when the elevator door opened, he happened to meet the sexy girlfriend of the bodybuilder next door.
The other party smiled when he saw Hunter, and blinked when he caught a glimpse of Winston.
Hunter was a little resentful, looked back at Winston, and found that the other party was not looking sideways, and he was relieved.
Out of the elevator, Winston said, "She knows I'm with you."
"Ah? Then she winked at you?"
"She's just teasing me and you."
Hunter came to the door and was about to take out the key when he found that there was another rose on his door.
"Huh?" Hunter was about to take it off, but Winston grabbed his finger.
"be careful."
"No... not from you?" Hunter asked.
"If it was delivered by me, I would deliver it directly to you."
There was still a card stuck to the rose. Hunter was just looking at it, but Winston took it away.
"What? What is written on it?"
"You also have a madman fan." Winston's fingers tightened directly, and the card was completely wrinkled.
Looking at the icy aura exuding from his body, Hunter really dared to ask what was written on the card.
He lowered his head, took out the key, and when he opened the door, the crack seemed to hit something, and Hunter found that it was something like an envelope.
Is it a love letter
Hunter swallowed, he dared not bend over to pick it up, and glanced at Winston.
Rarely frowned, the other party bent down and picked up the envelope.
When I opened it up, it turned out to be full of photos!
Winston's fingers were pinching the photos, his knuckles turning white.
His gaze made Hunter see murderous intent.
"What photo is that?"
"Someone is following you."
"What?" Hunter was dumbfounded and reached out to take the photo.
Some of these photos are of him talking to the staff, some of him even in the hotel room without pulling the curtains to change clothes, some of him just walking out of the hotel room, and some of him playing with his mobile phone while walking... Almost all of them are He was photographed when he was alone.
"I... how come I don't know... "
Winston had taken out his cell phone to call the police and notified Marcus, telling him that Hunter must not be left alone.
"No wonder there was a rose on the door when I left Travis!"
"That guy knows your hotel address, your apartment in New York, your itinerary. I've called the police, and the police will call the surveillance cameras nearby. You'll be by my side until you find out who this person is. ' Winston pressed the palm of his hand on Hunter's forehead.
"I see."
If you don't tell me, I don't dare to be alone!
Winston made a phone call, the laundromat brought back the clothes that Hunter had sent last time, and Winston arranged some more for the other party.
Then he packed up the clothes that Hunter often wore at a very fast speed.
"Come on. You can't live here when the season is over."
"Where do I live?" Hunter scratched the back of his head.
"You don't live with me, where do you want to go?" Winston raised his eyebrows, and Hunter had nothing to say.
Winston obviously took Hunter's secret filming very seriously, and even contacted a well-known law firm in New York to act as an agent to follow up the police investigation.
"Maybe it's just some crazy fan?"
"Crazy and insane are two different things. I'm madly infatuated with you, too, but I'm not going to shoot you across from your hotel with a telescope," said Winston coldly.
Hunter touched the tip of his nose, thinking that when you were playing in Dubai, didn't you secretly take a lot of pictures of me
But thinking of what happened to Owen, Hunter was also a little worried.
The hotel they booked was near the airport, which meant Hunter could get a good night's sleep.
He sat on the head of the bed after taking a shower and started texting with Owen.
Hunter: I also have a crazy fan who sticks roses on my door and candid pictures of me in the cracks of my door.
Hunter didn't want to show off to Owen, he just wanted to be like Owen, who had a calm heart even when he encountered a lunatic.
Owen: Hahaha, I don't know what's going on, that lunatic hasn't come to pester me lately. Maybe he's looking for you!
Hunter: That black fan of yours is a man
Owen: What he did was logical, not like a crazy woman. Besides you, crazy men and women alike can do it. But when the photos are developed and shown to you, the ones who show their presence are mostly men. Women are more inclined to collect your photos, they will make encounters and have sex with you. "
By this time Winston had finished showering and came to the bed.
"Are you texting Owen again?"
Hunter could hear the displeasure in Winston's voice.
"That... that... Owen said the person who filmed me was probably a man?"
"What's the matter? Your desire to have sex with crazy female fans has been shattered?" Winston asked back.
"..." Hunter wanted to say, since he was frightened by you, he never thought about rolling the sheets again!
"That person is indeed likely to be a man. As I said before, you have the potential to attract perverted fans." Winston lowered his head and edited the text message, "The rose is still fresh, which means that the other party has come soon. We're back. The police called out the surveillance downstairs for the past two days, and a guy in a sweater, a hood and a mask entered your apartment building."
"Sweater? Hood?" Hunter frowned. "Why does it sound like the guy who sneaked into Owen's room and made trouble with dead cockroaches?"
"Be careful yourself." Winston raised his hand and rubbed Hunter's head. "Go to sleep. We have to fly to Singapore tomorrow."
Hunter glanced at the hotel windowsill, and Winston said, "I've drawn the curtains and they're locked."
"Okay." Hunter pulled the quilt back, thinking about it, he still felt a little nervous. He stretched his arms around Winston.
The tip of his nose rubbed against his cheek, then kissed his lips.
For the first time, Hunter felt that the strength of the other party's kissing and sucking was not a threat, but made him feel safe.
This sleep, Hunter slept until almost noon.
Winston woke up earlier than Hunter, but instead of waking him, he leaned against the head of his bed to read the news on his phone.
Hunter was rarely like a child, with one leg resting on Winston's lap, his whole body wrapped around Winston's waist, his forehead pressed against each other, and he subconsciously rubbed against him when he slapped his mouth.
Winston moved his phone away and looked at Hunter, wrapping his arms around Hunter's ears, his thumbs gently brushing his cheeks.
"Um... um..." Hunter murmured a little.
Winston looked at him for a long time, until after eleven o'clock, when Hunter's stomach rumbled, he sat up.
He touched the phone and glanced at the time: "I can really sleep!"
"Yeah." Winston lifted the quilt and walked to the bathroom. "Tell me, let's go to the airport for lunch and then fly to Singapore."
"Well! Suddenly I feel full of energy! In Singapore, I have to pass Shire again, proving that it is not luck at the Austin track!"
When they sat in the VIP lounge at New York airport, the PR assistant burst into tears again.
Hunter has never been like this, everything is on time, everything is going very well.
The Singapore Grand Prix circuit is the Marina Bay Circuit with a total of 61 laps. This track has many vulgar corners and two long straights, and the main race is usually held at night.
There are five subway stations near the track, and the nearby hotel facilities are quite luxurious.
Hunter hoped in his heart that Marcus would book the hotel with the Ferrari team.
"Don't worry, I have told Marcus that our two teams have the same hotel. And I also told him to book the hotel in your name, but you will stay with me. If there is If anything happens, he will call my room to let me know."
"I feel that the lunatic should only be active in the United States, and won't necessarily chase him to Singapore, right?"
"Can you not underestimate lunatics," replied Winston.
"All right… "
The constant sound of the plane's engines on the long flight made Hunter sleepy again.
He tilted his head and fell asleep on Winston's shoulder.
Singapore is a place with well-planned urban roads and good greenery.
Hunter and Winston arrived at the hotel in the same car. In the lobby of the hotel, Hunter happened to see Owen talking to the front desk, and the girl at the front desk was blushing.
"Hey! Owen! You're still alive!"
"Oh! Little Hunter!" Owen saw Hunter and opened his arms to him. Just as he was about to hug him, Winston grabbed Hunter by the back collar and dragged him behind him.
Owen looked sideways at Winston: "You really have no conscience."
"You think I don't know what you're thinking?" Winston looked sideways at Owen. "You're trying to distract me with Hunter, and you're not teaching him sincerely."
Hunter suddenly realized that this was Owen's purpose!
"Then you think of Hunter on the track, do you feel uncomfortable going up?" Owen asked with a smirk.
"Of course it's hard to go up, so you have to cross the finish line faster."
Hunter didn't want to listen to them anymore.
"Hunter, where are you going?"
Winston grabbed the young man who was about to pass him with his head bowed.
"I'm going to meet the team!" Hunter tried to shake Winston's hand away.
"Of course it sucks, so I have to cross the finish line faster," and Hunter really didn't want to hear it a second time.
"I'll go with you," said Winston.
"Don't you have to meet your team?"
"I'll go when I see you with Marcus and the others."
Hunter thought: All right.
In fact, the guy who took the sneak shot is a coward. If he really had the guts, he would have rushed in front of him long ago. What the hell is a sneak shot!
When Hunter knocked on Marcus' door, Winston only nodded to Marcus and left when he watched Marcus hug Hunter.
In Marcus' room, the technical officer and Shen Chuan were also there. Everyone discussed the characteristics of the Binhai City Circuit together, and Shen Chuan also informed the tuning focus of Hunter's engineer team, so that Hunter could give it a shot.
The whole meeting went on all day.
Hunter, Shen Chuan and Xiaoxi had dinner together and chatted happily with Shen Chuan, but found that Xiaoxi had been flipping through his phone with his head down.
"What happened to her?" Hunter asked, raising his chin.
"We will develop a new car next season. We need a lot of data, and we need to build a model to analyze the data. Xiaoxi found an alumnus on the forum who is very good at mathematics." Shen Chuan suddenly remembered something, "Marcus Say you have crazy fans? Even Winston, who has always been calm, was nervous when he heard that."
"Yeah, hahaha! So I thought I'd go to the door of the room that Marcus booked for me later. What if there are more roses on it?"
"You... I'll accompany you."
"No need?"
"I insist."
After dinner, Hunter and Shen Chuan came to the door of the room. The key card was clearly recognized. Hunter opened the door and became depressed: "Why is the room so small!"
"Because you don't live." Shen Chuan answered naturally.
"Give me such a small room if I don't live? It's too good to save money!"
Hunter opened the curtains, stretched out his head, and closed his eyes to feel the breath of the city: "The scenery is very good."
"Okay, for safety's sake, don't live alone." Shen Chuan patted Hunter on the shoulder, "Let's go, I'll take you to Winston's place."
"Hey, you and I are in the same team, why don't you consider sleeping with me?" Hunter said dissatisfiedly.
He has a feeling of being abandoned by the team.
"Because I can't wake you who pretend to be asleep." Shen Chuan smiled.
The acclimatization training in Singapore was normal for a few days, and the media activities were more than usual. Before I knew it, the free practice session was coming, and the team was also very hopeful about his performance in this stop.
On the third day in Singapore, Hunter propped his chin up and looked at Winston, who was sitting on the bedside reading financial information.
"What's the matter?" Winston looked sideways at him.
"I'm bored. It's boring to be with you every night."
And it's only nine o'clock in the evening, and they are already sitting on the bed playing with each other. How much like the life of an old man!
"You really want to be interesting?" Hunter's heart tickled with Winston's blue eyes.
"Yeah!" Hunter wondered if Winston had any fancy ideas? Don't underestimate this guy, in fact, he is very good at playing!
Winston put the newspaper on the head of the bed, turned around, and suddenly grabbed Hunter's wrist, pressing him back on the pillow.
The T-shirt he was wearing to sleep was already too wide, and Winston slid it around Hunter's neck.
"Hey! What are you doing!"
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: I want to be a beast! Bully the beast of the prince!
Winston: Of course you can be the beast you want, but the beast that bullies the prince probably can't do it.
Hunter: Why
Winston: You must be a pet beast (shou) that is smoothed by the prince every day and still feels majestic and majestic.