"Hey, my interview won't end in a while, can you sleep first?"
"All right."
Hunter felt regretful in his heart, and he clearly said "continue at night" before.
Although it was very late, Hunter had no intention of going to bed. Now that the room is full of gifts, let's start opening them!
Hunter felt as if he was a child sitting under a tree unwrapping Christmas presents. These are mostly sent by his fans, with sportswear, travel gear...and lollipops.
"Do I look like a child? Why are there so many snacks for me?"
toffee? Artisanal chocolate? potato chips
The only consolation is that the lollipops are in normal shape.
There is also a relatively large gift bag. Hunter saw the note on it, and it turned out to be from Lawrence Owen! What do you think, how do you feel about this gift... Don't open it.
You might be pissed off.
He kicked it aside with his toes, opened a bag of chips, and after two bites he couldn't hold back.
What the hell is that guy Owen going to give him
Not long after the game ended, Owen's gift came along with the fan's gift, indicating that this guy was ready before the game even started.
what is it
The more Hunter tried to hold back his curiosity, the more curious he became. He couldn't even taste the taste of potato chips.
Finally, he chose to hook the gift box back with his toes.
Ah, it's still quite heavy
Forget it, it's already given to me anyway, if it's something weird like last time, throw it away!
Hunter took the box apart and found it turned out to be a tablet.
"Hey, how could Owen give something so... practical?"
There is also a sticky note attached to the tablet computer, with Owen's casual handwriting on it: Little Hunter, hundreds of movies on the tablet computer are gifts from me. Enjoy and study deeply!
"Huh? Movie?" Hunter scratched his head.
Owen not only gave himself the tablet, but also stored movies in it
Movies don't bite, so watch them.
What is Owen's taste
Hunter sat down to the bedside holding the tablet. After starting it, he found that there were really too many movies in it, but the names of these movies were very strange, such as "Midnight Madness", "Love in the Knot" and so on.
Hunter just clicked on one, and the picture at the beginning of the movie was two men sticking together to do errands, which was straightforward and straight to the point.
Hunter was so frightened that the tablet computer fell, and at the moment of intimate contact with the ground, he pinched a corner with his fingers and was successfully rescued.
His heart was beating wildly, and his face instantly turned red.
"Damn Owen!"
Hunter was about to throw it aside angrily, but the movie was still playing, and there was something irresistible about the sounds.
Hunter swallowed his saliva, thinking that it's okay to see what tricks two men can come up with!
For half an hour, the two male protagonists in the movie did not stop, and they were still practicing live ammunition. Hunter was completely refreshed, and he changed at least five or six postures in the past half hour, and Hunter had never seen it before.
When Hunter thinks about these poses, his joints all over his body are in pain, but the two protagonists in the movie are completely self-absorbed. This is what really makes Hunter difficult to understand.
Something that big... doesn't it hurt
Winston had been helping him get used to it, with two fingers at most, and any more Hunter would start to get nervous.
Thinking of Winston's fingers, Hunter reacted inexplicably. There was no one else in the room, and Hunter listened directly to the voice in the movie and began to comfort himself.
But just when Hunter was very immersed, the door of the room opened!
Hunter was nervous and released, and Winston in a suit was walking in. Hunter was scrambling to put on his pants, but the movie on the tablet hadn't turned off and was at its loudest.
Winston's legs were already long, so he only took two or three steps to the opposite side of the bed, and stopped when he saw Hunter's appearance.
Hunter, who felt extremely embarrassed at first, thought about where he had not seen the other party, so he smiled shamelessly: "Hey...you're not here, I'll take care of it myself."
What's the big deal, I have been facing other classmates before.
The sound in the movie continued, and Hunter stretched out his hand to turn it off, but Winston came over, leaned down, and took the tablet with one hand.
"Do you like these poses?" Winston chuckled, raised his chin slightly, hooked his fingers on the knot of his tie and pulled it down, the shoulders and back tightened immediately, and Hunter swallowed subconsciously.
"No... don't like... "
If the answer is "like", will there be life in the future
"But this one I've always wanted to try." Winston turned to Hunter with his fingers on the tablet, his wrists twirling in a graceful arc, and the movie footage exploded.
Where can I try this! People will die!
Winston leaned into Hunter's ear and whispered, "I always think of you that way when I make it myself."
"You...you can think for yourself, but you can't do it like this!"
Hunter looked at Winston warily.
Then the smile on Winston's lips became more pronounced.
The tablet was thrown to the ground, and Winston put one hand on Hunter's side and kissed him on the lips.
It was a seductive kiss, and unlike the one in the movie that was purely instinctive, the tip of Winston's tongue seemed to burn Hunter's nerves.
"Don't watch these movies again," Winston said while kissing the tip of Hunter's nose.
"what?"
Thought you would like to see it too! Obviously... You know so much, you must have seen a lot!
"What are you curious about, I can tell you." Winston raised his hand, buttoned the collar of his suit, and took it off.
The moment Hunter heard the sound of the suit landing, his heart was beaten.
"Oh… "
"I can show you what you want to see." Winston's fingers slowly unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.
"If you want to know what that feels like, I can let you know too."
Winston gave Hunter another kiss on the lips, while his other hand tugged at the tissue by the head of the bed, wiping the traces that Hunter had left.
"I don't like you looking at other men's bodies, you know?"
Winston's voice was soft, as if trying to coax Hunter to sleep.
"understood."
So Hunter and Winston tossed again until it was almost dawn in the morning before falling asleep.
Exhausted, more stamina than a Formula 1 game.
Before falling asleep, Hunter said to himself that he would never accept any gifts from Lawrence Owen again, be it a lollipop or a tablet!
The next day, Hunter slept until eleven o'clock. He reached out and touched his side. Winston was gone, but Hunter touched the tablet from last night.
"Why is this thing still around!"
Hunter looked unhappy.
On the tablet was a sticky note with Winston's message: I've deleted the movie, and I've loaded you with some of the things you use.
Hunter turned on the computer and found that the desktop had been replaced with the photo of himself and Winston at the London Eye.
Hunter was happy: "I like this!"
The special action movies in it have been deleted without any remnants. But there are many new applications, such as fitness management, city weather, translation, dinner dress matching and the game Hunter plays regularly.
"hey-hey."
If Irving is a stubborn virus, then Winston is definitely a powerful anti-virus software.
After lunch, there were various interviews arranged by Marcus, and there was no idle time.
The next race will be held at the Sochi circuit in Russia, which is close to two weeks away. Hunter came to Marcus and asked expectantly, "Is there a small vacation?"
If it is for other drivers, Marcus will also worry that once the opponent relaxes, it will affect the state of the next race, but Hunter obviously does not have this problem.
He needs only a short amount of time to concentrate and usually doesn't give up on loose energy management except for sleeping in.
"Where do you want to fool around?"
"Hey." Actually, Hunter didn't think about it. Planning is what Winston is good at, not him.
"Going to play with Winston again?" Marcus raised his eyebrows unhappily.
For a small and medium-sized team like them, just let their drivers mess around, how can Ferrari not care about their drivers
Seems like Winston's self-management skills are pretty good... nothing to be managed.
"You'd better go to Russia if you want to play. Go to Sochi for two days. Don't miss the game. The season will be over in a few stops."
"understood."
Who knows if Winston has time, maybe he'll end up wandering alone on the shores of Lake Berga...
After the media event, Hunter sent a text message to Winston: Let's go to Moscow for two days!
Hunter was about to stuff his phone into his pocket when Winston's reply came: OK.
"Just answer a 'OK'? It's really disappointing." A teasing voice sounded in Hunter's ear.
Hunt turned his face to one side and met Owen's emerald eyes.
"You... why are you here?"
"I also have interviews." Owen leaned towards Hunter solemnly, "Have you seen the movie I gave you?"
"I didn't see it." Hunter rolled his eyes at the other party.
"Impossible..." Owen still didn't intend to let Hunter go, "I paid a lot of money for that."
"Eighty thousand dollars?" Hunter asked coolly.
"Twelve hundred dollars including the tablet."
Go for your big price!
"I kept the tablet for fun. Winston deleted everything else." Hunter shrugged.
"What? Deleted? Shouldn't it be the two of you lying together to watch and then the fire will make you unable to participate in the next race?"
Hunter finally understood why Irving sent him those movies, it was just revenge for surpassing them.
"Play it yourself. Or do I prepare a tablet of the same, download a lot, and give it to Shire in your name?"
"Hunter... I guess Winston must be particularly evil..." said Owen, very worried.
"Huh? What's the matter with Winston?"
"You've been with him for a long time, and you're not innocent anymore."
Owen's expression was more regretful.
However, Hunter didn't want to talk to him any more.
As soon as he returned to the hotel room, he saw that Winston was already packing their luggage.
Hunter raised his chin and looked at each other.
Hunter's throat tightened inexplicably at the sight of Winston wearing only his shirt, stretching his arms and hooking up the pajama pants that Hunter had thrown on the bed.
"What are you looking at?" Winston, bent over, turned his face to Hunter.
"Look at you! I think I'm very lucky! You can do everything, and I don't have to use my hands or my brain."
"It's easy to get Alzheimer's." Winston packed Hunter's suitcase and dragged it to Hunter. "Let's go. I just booked my ticket."
"Such a late plane! Going to sleep on the plane again..." Hunter confirmed, and Winston put his blindfold on the outermost part of his backpack.
"Don't you want to take the night flight?" Winston lowered his head and leaned towards Hunter with a half-smiling expression on his face.
Hunter's heart thumped, and his ears were about to burn again.
So that night, Hunter was made unsteady by Winston in the restroom of the flight. This time, Winston was very patient and very bad. After Hunter hugged his neck and said "I can't stand it", the guy took a tissue to help Hunter clean up, and the two returned to their positions.
Hunter had thought he could take a little rest, knowing that Winston had put his hand under the blanket and harassed Hunter in public.
Hunter grabbed Winston's hand and didn't want him to move, but Winston leaned over and said softly, "Are you holding me like this when you're going to get off the plane?"
Hunter took a deep breath. He knew too well that Winston would be so bad that the whole world could not imagine it.
When the plane landed, Hunter's heart was about to beat before Winston stopped.
It wasn't until the notification sounded that the luggage rack could be opened that Winston finally stopped.
Hunter almost couldn't get up.
God knows he's terrified of the flight attendant finding out what's on the blanket.
Walking in the passage, Hunter's legs were still shaking a little, and Winston was standing not far away with the luggage of two people, waiting for Hunter.
When Hunter finally approached, he tilted his head and said, "Do you want me to carry you away?"
"Can you pick me up with two luggages? Come on, give it a try!"
Hunter was already on fire by the other party's indiscipline.
Who knew that Winston asked Ling: "Will you still take night flights in the future?"
"Sit!" Hunter grumbled as he brushed past Winston.
When they took a taxi to the hotel Winston had booked, Hunt was amazed by the scenery along the way.
The buildings here are elegant yet imposing, dominated by warm colors, the streets extend outward in a ring shape, and the green trees of the boulevards contrast with the warm-colored buildings.
Hunter became sleepy and soon fell asleep next to Winston.
Winston didn't speak, let him lean against him quietly, or when he occasionally turned, he would reach out and pat Hunter's face lightly.
Winston has always been very particular about the quality of life. He booked the Moscow Metropolitan Hotel, which is not only close to the Red Square and the Kremlin, but also can hear the sound of the piano playing in the hall.
Winston was checking in and Hunter stretched.
"Do you want to go to sleep in your room for a while, or go out to breakfast with me?"
"Eat breakfast! Then go play!"
Hunter is young after all, and his life is racing except for training, which makes him particularly want to play.
If I go back to my room to sleep, I'll fall asleep in my spare time.
Winston did not take Hunter for breakfast in the hotel, but chose a small roadside restaurant.
Sitting by the glass window, Hunter ate crepes, turned his head and looked out the window.
At this time, you can see many Russian beauties with blond hair and high noses walking by.
Hunter let out a soft sigh.
He remains in this position until the pancake in his hand is finished, then subconsciously reaches for the ham and cheese bread.
It's just that he couldn't touch it for a long time. When he looked up, he found that the opposite Winston was looking at him, and the basket with the bread had been moved to Winston's hand.
"Are Russian beauties good-looking?" Winston asked softly.
Hunter trembled in his heart.
"No... I don't look good without you... "
"Really? But you all looked at them and didn't look at me at all."
In the Moscow morning light, Winston's features were soft.
But Hunter had a bad feeling.
"I... I want to see you for the rest of my life, don't mind taking a moment to look at the beauties! I don't know how to touch them!"
"What did you say?" Winston propped his chin, the fingers of his other hand tapped lightly on the dining basket.
"...I wouldn't touch them..."
"First sentence," reminded Winston.
"The first sentence?" Hunter couldn't remember what he said at all.
But if I can't remember it, Winston must have upset Hunter for a long time in his own way.
"Forget it if you don't remember." Winston pushed the dining basket in front of Hunter.
He lowered his eyes slightly, more charming and mature and tolerant than those beauties outside the window.
"I'll watch you forever," Hunter said.
Then Winston turned his face away and smiled.
He smiled so beautifully that Hunter's heart beat faster.
"You can't remember what you said when you were hustling."
"So what I said just now is not nonsense."
Hunter took the ham and cheese bread and bit down hard.
Winston accompanied him to Moscow's Red Square and the Kremlin. This was the first time Hunter didn't ask Winston to use his phone to take a picture of him looking better than Scissorhands, because he knew that when he wasn't looking, Winston would definitely look his best.
In the afternoon, they went to the Pushkin Museum.
There are artworks from all over the world on display.
Hunter is not artistic, he looks around with his pockets in his pockets, while Winston savors each painting.
"The narrator said just now that the name was changed to commemorate Pushkin. Pushkin is a poet, right?" Hunter came to Winston's side, leaning against the other side but not daring to exaggerate.
"Yes, you also know that Pushkin is a poet." Winston turned his face sideways and smiled lightly.
Hunter also smiled: "What poetry did Pushkin write, Mr. Winston, who graduated from Eton College?"
When it comes to English poetry, Winston knows it is not surprising.
What about the poems of Russian poets
The smile on Winston's lips seemed to be more obvious. He leaned closer to Hunter's ear and whispered, "You are the cutest. I didn't have time to think about it when I said it, and after thinking about it, I said it anyway."
His breath slid past Hunter's ears, and Hunter's face quickly turned red.
"This is a museum, what are you talking about..."
"This is Pushkin's poem. But what are you thinking about?" Winston's voice stretched out, and Hunter's heart tickled.
"I didn't think of anything."
Hunter immediately turned to leave.
Winston was always not far behind him.
Hunter glanced back subconsciously as they left the museum.
"I heard that Pushkin died in a duel for his wife," Hunter said.
"Well. But this duel was actually a trap set by the Tsar to get rid of Pushkin," Winston said.
"Oh... that's right. But if someone tries to snatch you from me, I'll be desperate to duel him. Whether it's a trap or not."
Hunter walked ahead with his pockets in his pockets, and after a few seconds he realized that Winston wasn't following, and turned around to find him still standing.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Hunter asked, tilting his head.
"It's nothing, I just think it's more like I'd say something like a duel." Winston nodded and smiled, and strode his long legs to Hunter's side.
"Ah? You only need a duel if you have a rival in love, right? Where is your rival in love?" Hunter touched the tip of his nose regretfully.
When it comes to attracting the attention of both the same sex and the opposite sex, Winston is far higher than Hunter.
"If I hadn't pursued you, you would have fallen in love with many people, and many times. It's just that I don't give you that opportunity now. But you still have the possibility of being attracted to other people, don't you? Like Lawrence, for example. Owen."
"Oh... can you not mention him?"
Hunter now has a headache when he hears the name.
"Audrey Wilson."
"I... I don't like her anymore, I have no interest at all! You don't want to find a woman to fight, right?" Hunter spread his hands.
Winston smiled again, soft and soft in the Moscow sunset.
"And what about those Russian beauties you saw this morning?"
Hunter was completely speechless.
He felt that he should discuss this issue with the other party.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: I'm really not going to open up Owen's gifts in the future.
Winston: What if we dismantle it again
Hunter: Then dismantle... What do you want to do
Winston: I'll make a movie with you and show it to you every day.
Hunter: …I'm going to have a psychological shadow when I hear the word "movie" in the future!