Chapter 25: he's mine

Hunt held his chin and laughed while looking out the window: "If you speak to the media this way, even if you have a big ice cube face, they wouldn't write about you arrogant, your eyes above the top three years ago"
"I don't care what they write."
"I know. It used to be gloating to see who they slammed. But it's not working now ..."
"what happened?"
"If anyone says bad things about you, I'm afraid I can't help but choke him."
Because ... you seem to be my only friend.
"That's why you cried after the game, right?" Winston said.
"Ah?" Hunt froze.
"Because I worry that I'm not good enough, I will be criticized."
Hunter's brows frowned. At that moment he hated the man, and he always spoke other people's minds in such a natural tone.
"Isn't it? You are a driver who can compete with Great White Shark and Red Bull's Irving for the annual points championship. I and you are like two worlds." Hunt shrugged.
"I always wanted to be close to you, although I don't know how to do it in the shortest time. If you think we are far away, I don't know what to do."
Hunt lowered his head and covered his eyes: "God ... don't talk to me like this."
"Then how should I speak to you?"
"Okay, sorry, Winston. We have been on the same track, now, and later."
Hunter looked up at each other.
Suddenly he couldn't help thinking, if anyone would say such a serious word to him like Winston in the future, making him feel like the most special person in the world.
Lunch was a small steak that was cooked just right. Hunt had a good appetite. Looking back at Winston in front of him, it was not too slow. His fingers pressed the back of the knife to cut the steak with a touch of decisiveness.
"What are you looking at?" Winston asked, eyes narrowed.
Does this guy have eyes on his forehead? I knew I was watching him!
"This ... learn your elegant western etiquette and improve my self-cultivation." Hunter said with a narrow smile.
"But I don't want you to learn what I look like. I hope you will always behave as you want." Winston put down his knife and raised his eyes.
"Whatever you want to do?" Hunt twitched his lips. "So Winston ... can you or not change, I hope we can chat like this many years later, you are still the most important person around me friend."
Please don't be like my mother, turn your back on me for the so-called "restart".
Don't be like my father, because of the so-called failure, only drinking, but not seeing me.
"Hunt, I can't be your friend forever."
Winston's voice dropped, and Hunt subconsciously clasped the knife in his hand.
Sure enough, you and I are independent people, no matter how good friends-there is no endless banquet in the world.
"But I will always be by your side, even if you fear me, get tired of me, and struggle to leave me."
Winston's voice was clear, but Hunt had the illusion of being trapped.
"How could I be scared of you? Bored of you? Well, sometimes I do get bored ... As soon as you guys show up, I do n’t have a girl to hang on, they all just see you."
And I have hands and feet, no matter who I want to leave, I don't need to struggle.
Winston did not answer.
Hunt thought for a while and said, "Wait, if you can't be my friend forever, how do you stay with me forever? Be an enemy for a lifetime? Like you and Mercedes on the track, love each other on the track kill?"
"I will be somebody for you, you think."
"I don't think it would be possible to break my head ..." Hunt frowned and crooked his head. "I find that I and your logic are often different. Of course ... this is also very interesting."
"I'm not very patient, Hunter. When you go beyond my patience, I won't be as gentle as I am now."
Apparently threatening himself, Hunter's fingers clenching the knife slowly relaxed.
"What can you do to me as a gentleman? Is it worse than Tracy McGrady?" Hunt asked, turning his face to Winston with a smile.
As long as you don't turn around like everyone I think is important, I don't care if you gentleman or not.
And Winston slowly leaned towards Hunter, looking at his eyes and answering, "Do you want to try it now?"
"Okay, come!"
Before Hunt had a chance to laugh, he saw Winston's face side by side, holding the table with one hand, and his lowered eyebrows were getting closer and closer. Hunter could almost feel the warmth of the other's lips, all feelings at that moment Extremely sharp.
At that moment, it should be the fastest reaction in Hunter's life.
He pulled back sharply, his back against the back of his chair, and stared at each other with his eyes wide.
"Idiot." Winston raised his chin and continued cutting the steak.
Hunt crooked his head ... as if this guy had been tricked again?
What does the phrase "idiot" just now mean?
Is the king contempt?
"Believe it or not, the next time you play me this way, I will poke you with a knife."
Hunt felt it necessary to speak to each other. What used to be cold humor ... Ah, no, it's harassment, now it's even more extreme.
"Okay, you poke." Winston had finished eating the steak and began to orderly after-dinner snacks.
"I don't just poke you, I will stick my tongue in and let you eat my saliva!"
Is it that the so-called "aristocratic gentleman" has no lower limit when discarding her cultivation?
"If you do get in, I won't let you out."
Hunter almost did not spray black tea, he coughed violently, and probably became the first racer to be strangled by black tea.
"You can't win me, so don't try it." Winston handed the tissue to Hunt.
Yeah, yeah ... coming against you is hurting yourself!
After lunch, Hunter wiped his mouth. "I want to go to the supermarket. A small supermarket will do."
"What do you want to buy?"
"Hey. Cover." Hunter whispered to each other.
Good things will happen to him!
"You're going to mess up like last time?" Winston just glanced at him.
"It's a bunny girl party! Don't pretend, this is the dream of every normal man!" Hunt squeezed his eyes and pointed to the other side, "Even if it is cold on the surface, it will itch in your heart when you hear Come on! "
"I will," Winston replied.
Hunter smiled even brighter: "That's it! You don't need to carry such things in front of your brother!"
"If you put on rabbit ears," Winston said in a natural tone.
"... I don't want to be friends with you anymore."
"I said long ago that I didn't want to be friends with you."
Hunter rolled his eyes, and found that it was not enough to communicate with Winston, ignoring his aura, and more importantly, to have the stunt to be resurrected by anger.
"Would you like to go?"
Think about the picture of Winston surrounded by bunnies, and see if he can show a desireless expression.
"When?"
"tonight……"
"Who wants you?"
"Donald ..."
"Donald of Sauber?"
"Yes……"
"Last time he took you to the bar?"
"Yeah, what's wrong with this?"
"When did you get along with him?"
"Hey, what is it to be good with him! I have no deep hatred between him and me, and I like the honesty of this guy, what do I think in my heart, not hypocrisy ..."
Wait ... I feel Winston asks questions at a very fast pace. I don't even have time to think.
"If it's night, I can't go. The team will have a meeting at eight. I will fly to Austria tomorrow morning."
"Oh ... I flew in the day after tomorrow."
If you think about it, Winston is fine, otherwise he is the center of the Bunny Girl.
"I'll accompany you to buy a condom. Be sure to use it."
"Are you worried about me?"
"I'm worried about the woman you look after. It's best if you are a racer at this time next year and not busy making milk powder."
Having said that, Winston raised his hand to pay.
Hunt scratched his head and was accompanied to buy a condom. This is also the first time!
They came to the convenience store on the street. The small square boxes were neatly arranged near the cash register. It was tempting and a little excited for Hunt.
Winston walked in first, and Hunter followed him with his pockets in his pockets, lowered his head, and took the two boxes in hand to check out.
"The kind with particles is not for you," Winston began.
"Ah?" Hunter picked up the box and looked at it, and whispered, "Isn't this kind of good? I heard that it's better than normal?"
"Using this will make the other person feel incompetent. You need to use external forces to enhance your feeling, not your size or technology."
Although Hunt is not an old driver in this regard, this is not the first time he has come to buy a condom. In middle school, when he passed the convenience store in the morning, he also brought it to his classmates. At that time, they all liked threaded or floating point models.
Winston's words refreshed his understanding. I wonder if the brothers who used this type of words would suddenly wake up to understand that their girlfriends might be laughing at their backs?
"So ... aromatic?"
Do women not like to use any perfume? The shower gels also like the scented ones, so maybe they like the aromatic ones?
"Easy to allergies."
A simple sentence immediately dispelled Hunt's thoughts. He didn't want his little Hunter to be uncomfortable or itchy tomorrow.
"What to buy?" Hunt was helpless.
"The simplest is extremely thin."
"Oh ..." Hunt grabbed it with disappointment and placed it on the cash register.
The slim model doesn't look tricky at all ... it's really Winston.
Hunter stared at Winston, squinting and saying, "I thought you were really unmotivated. I didn't expect to study so clearly! It seems experienced! Where do you roll the sheets? The media pays so much attention to you, No one took it? "
"I don't need this kind of thing." The expression on Winston's face remained unchanged.
"You don't have to?" Hunter hit the other side with a funny smile. "Then you are not afraid that this time next year, you are making milk powder?"
"I will shoot inside."
Winston handed the credit card out.
Hunter blinked: My brother, he is really domineering!
Back at the hotel, in the elevator, Hunter did not forget to confirm to Winston again, "Are you really not going to the bunny party with me?"
"No need to."
"I said, don't you feel like you're teasing me in words, and you're living like a savage monk? Are you sure you don't come with me to let yourself go and try to live a life drunk?" Hunter deliberately Eyes licked the corners of his mouth.
Winston's eyes darkened, and he asked faintly, "You always seem to like trying new things."
"Crap, haven't you heard of it? Doing things you haven't done is called growth, doing things you don't want to do is called change, doing things you dare not do is called breakthrough." Hunter nodded earnestly.
"I just know—doing things you haven't done is called trying, doing things you do n’t want to do is compromise, doing things you dare not do is going crazy."
Hunt opened his mouth, speechless.
The elevator door opened, and Winston stepped out first. Hunter did not forget to remind him, "Hey, if you regret it, you know where to find me!"
Winston just raised his hand back to Hunter.
For the next time, every minute and every day is like a year.
Hunt was playing with his hair in the bathroom. He remembered that Winston had organized his bangs for a charity dinner before, so he started looking for hair spray everywhere. He had to dress himself up a bit to get the bunny girl's favor.
Otherwise, there is Donald's acquaintance, and his little rookie has no market at all.
But unfortunately, there was no such thing in his luggage.
"Hey, Luke, do you have hair spray?"
"No, I never use it."
"Maddy, do you have hair spray?"
"I'm not familiar with you!" McGrady hung up the phone fiercely.
"Ah? Is he still angry? Obviously we have talked well before!"
Hunter hit everyone in the team again, but no one brought hairspray.
Hunter suddenly thought of Winston, maybe the guy would have hair spray for post-match interviews or sponsor activities?
"Hey-Winston, do you bring hairspray? Wax or whatever!"
"No. You don't need that kind of thing."
"what?"
Do you know what I want to do with hair spray?
"When kissing, smelling the smell of hair spray on your head can affect your mood."
Winston's voice was as cool as usual, but he was not as as Donald.
Donald is a passionate Latin American man, but Winston is aggravated, the more aggravated, the more people want to explore everything.
"Oh……"
"The person who kisses you will definitely want to put your finger in your hair. If it's me, I just want to feel your hair, not hair gel."
"Oh……"
It makes sense, but can you not use yourself for example?
"Is there anything else?"
"No ... no more."
"Then I'll pack my luggage."
"Okay, see you in Austria."
"Ok."
After the call hung up, Hunter became excited again, jumped to the bed and rolled, and walked around the room for a while.
Bunny girl! Bunny girl!
When you think about it, your heart is surging!
Still Donald's guy can play! Will he follow him later?
But it didn't take long for Donald to call.
"Hello—Hunter! I regret to tell you, our bunny girl party takes ... cancel it!"
"Ah? Why?"
The cold water came from the sky and poured a heartfelt cold!
"Well, because ... because ... my teammates and I don't know what's going on, they're not very comfortable ... the condition is not good, shall we?
"Eating something? You didn't eat food prepared by a dietitian. What did you eat blindly?"
My bunny girl party! My life dream!
"Isn't that just keeping your mouth shut? Next time! Next time I promise to take you out for fun!"
Hunt tilted his head and squinted his eyes, "Hey, Donald, how do you think your tone is not right? It seems that there is something hiding from me? Shouldn't it be because I am not in the same team as you, you Don't play with me? "
"How come! Don't talk nonsense! I'm not in the right tone ... that's because I'm sick!"
"Isn't it that you look down on my place since the start of the tournament and think I don't have your push?"
"How is that possible? I also want you to stop chasing me behind on the Red Bull circuit in Austria!"
"really?"
"Really! Really! Truer than diamonds!"
"Then you'll be called when your party gets together, right?"
"Yes! Of course! Hahaha!"
"Shall I go and see you?"
"Look at me? Don't come! I'm sitting in the bathroom! Do you want to chat with me in the bathroom?"
"Well then, you rest more. In the Austrian competition, I will make myself a bit higher and try to get ahead of you so that you will not be chased by me."
"I rub! Don't be proud of your little ghost! I will definitely give you some color to see!"
"Let me color it when you don't need to squat in the bathroom!"
After hanging up the phone, Hunter was lying on the bed, watching the thin package he had bought.
It's a pity ... no chance.
At this time, Donald put the phone down and smiled awkwardly at the cold man sitting opposite him.
"So ... OK?"
"Yes, remember what you promised me."
After speaking, the other party stood up and left his room.
Donald looked at his teammate next to him, and they both drooled.
"We can't say it, right?" The teammate asked.
"of course……"
"Would you like to remind Hunter of Marcus?"
"Of course not! Are you stupid!" Donald said.
"But we don't say ... I'm afraid he will be miserable in the future ..."
"He is better than us!"
"That ... that's ..."
They nodded and decided to say nothing.
All of this must start from ten minutes ago.
When Donald and his teammates were cheerfully preparing beer and all kinds of interesting gadgets, the doorbell of the room suddenly rang.
"They're here so early?" Teammates looked at Donald.
"Isn't it about evening? I'll check it out. Don't be a coach, if you are found, you'll be preached."
Donald looked into the cat's eyes, and found that it was Winston who was standing outside the door with his arms in his pockets!
"It's Vane Winston!"
"What is he doing here? Are you familiar with Winston?"
"Who knows that guy!"
Although suspicious, Donald opened the door.
Don't look at 0.1 second with Winston, Donald felt panicked.
"Well? Winston? Is there anything wrong? Or have you been in the wrong room?"
Donald's door was half-open, but Winston reached out and clasped the edge of the door. When he pushed the door completely open, Donald slammed back and almost stood still.
"Hey ... you guys come in like this ..."
Donald had no idea at all, but he could feel the cold air from the other side.
He glanced at the beer on the table and the various rabbit ears on the bed, and asked gently: "Are you preparing for a party?"
"Ah ... yeah ... would you like to be together?" Donald's teammate said silly.
Donald quickly slammed the other side with his elbow: "Well, Winston, are you doing anything?"
Winston leaned against the table, holding his arms, and turned his face to the side, his eyes gliding across Donald's cheek like a sharp blade.
"Hunter has no friends, so I'm grateful you made him less lonely after the game."
"... I should say, thank you for your compliment?"
"Last time in Montreal, you brought him to the bar, right?"
"Yes. He wants to go by himself, is there any problem?"
"Nothing. But one thing, I hope you remember."
Winston walked up to Donald in a hurry, tugging at his collar, and dragging it over.
To those frosty eyes, an inexplicable fear came to his heart.
"he's mine."
"..." Donald looked at each other stupidly, stunned by the power in his eyes, and spoke for a long time.
And his teammates were standing still, completely deadlocked.
"Except me, no man or woman can touch him."
Donald's eyes fluttered: "... you ... what did you say?"
He thought he must have heard it wrong!
Winston tilted his face to the side, and as his gaze shifted, Donald felt his cheeks cut open.
"I don't allow him to be anyone."
It was like a mountain falling apart in Donald's mind.
Although it was a subversive shock, Donald managed to get back a little bit of reason.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: By the way ... Donald has been weird lately!
Winston: What's wrong?
Hunter: He always cares about my waist ... my waist is good!
Winston: Your waist is fine, I'm relieved.
Hunter: How about your waist?
Winston: You can try it, so good that it makes you cry.
Hunter: ...