Chapter 2: You don't need L

Her features are intellectual, and the big brown waves set off her strong Latin American style, as well as the undulating figure, and her "interest" in Winston's unabashed cover attracts more than just other media on the scene Look, and Hunt at the moment.
"Ah, ah ... if you can be interviewed face-to-face with such a beauty, you wouldn't be called a racer." Hunt sighed.
"I'm not an obstacle for anyone. There are only three races now."
Winston's words were concise, and the live media suddenly became quiet.
"You mean, you can also be a championship, right?" The smile on Audrey Wilson's face was even more pronounced.
"Yes."
No expression or sound can make people feel arrogant or proud.
Awesome, but not annoying.
"Don't watch, don't watch ..."
I didn't sleep well on the plane, so take a good rest ...
He had just rolled up the quilt, and the couple next door was working again, shaking the wall lamp shade on the wall and hitting Hunter with coldness.
"I'll wipe it!" Hunter lifted the lampshade directly, rushed to the next room, knocked on the opponent's door, and struck the doorbell.
But there was a heavy breathing sound and a woman's sticky voice over the door, and Hunter's head was about to explode.
"You do it during the day! You do it at night! What time do you not bother! I'm going to sleep!"
Hunter's roar echoed in the corridor, and he was sure to hear him upstairs and downstairs.
But the door had entered the realm of ecstasy, and Hunt slammed the doorbell for nearly twenty minutes before they stopped.
When the door opened, a beautiful brown-haired woman with big waves was seen, with a lazy and satisfied expression on her face. She was wrapped in a thin pyjama, with exquisitely clear lines, and Hunter's ears were red.
The other person smiled and said, "The next time you come back, tell us as well."
"It's almost the same!" Hunter thought he must be embarrassed and decided not to disturb his life anymore.
"We ask you to knock on the doorbell and pay you five dollars and ten minutes. Imp, you must not know that the more you shy, the more we feel?"
Hunter opened his eyes wide and felt like he had heard it wrong.
What the is this?
The other laughed slightly and blinked at him with a charming charm: "Your face is very cute, but I don't know if it has developed well below."
Hunt was a little angry.
No, I'm very angry.
This is the second time he has been greeted to his little brother this week. The last time in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, Tracy McGrady asked him if his hair was full.
"Oh shit……"
Hunter suddenly struck the doorbell again.
This time it was a man who opened the door.
The other person's muscles are comparable to those of bodybuilders, and his waist and abdomen are very powerful. He looked at Hunt with fierce eyes: "What?"
Hunter stretched out his hand without fear: "Your woman said, and give me five dollars for the doorbell for ten minutes. With the ten seconds I just stunned, it would be exactly twenty minutes, and trouble to pay me ten dollars."
The bodybuilder froze.
The woman behind him laughed, took out his wallet, and put ten dollars in Hunter's palm.
"You're so cute."
"I'm not cute about your fart."
Hunt stuffed the bills into his pocket, and decided to go to the supermarket opposite to buy some yogurt and to console himself.
This is a large general supermarket. It is often seen that parents put their children in shopping carts and push them between rows of shelves.
Whenever this time, Hunt would be a little envious. Not only because his parents are dead, but also because even when they are still, they often want something, so that things will not be thrown into the shopping cart.
After choosing two boxes of yogurt, Hunt wanted to eat cookies again.
He came to the shelf of the cookies, saw his favorite Swiss brown sugar cookies, took a bag, and found that the shelf was just empty, and the opposite side was the side of another man.
It's just a gap, as if God intentionally narrowed Hunter's world. The other person's forehead and nose were connected with a pleasing undulation, and the drooping eyelashes seemed very soft.
It was a man, but in Hunt's view, the subjective feeling of beauty was gender-neutral.
Hunter thinks the other person is good-looking, so look at it twice, anyway, there is no need to spend money, and the other person will not lose one hair.
But just as the other's gaze moved in his direction, crossing the gap, Hunter took a secret breath.
It's not someone else across the shelf, it's Fann Winston!
The inadvertent glance seemed to have a penetrating power, crashing into Hunter's head instantly.
Unexpectedly, Hunter felt that he was almost burnt, and he took a step back.
He stunned to remember the picture of Winston pulling the zip on his pants in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix-that is the dark history that he can't elute for a lifetime!
He always felt that even if he was a racer, he was too far away from Winston, and would not have the opportunity to talk and meet each other, but he did not expect to be encountered in the supermarket!
Hunt tried to look away, but he had the illusion that the other party would lock himself up.
Probably because Fann Winston didn't like someone staring at him, so he was angry?
Hunter exhaled, holding his shopping basket to another shelf.
He has a very useful feature, which is to treat all embarrassing, embarrassing or very bad things as never happening.
Therefore, he had never encountered Vann Winston in the bathroom, never met him in the supermarket, and Winston would never remember meeting him anyway.
Hunter was so relieved that he carried the shopping basket to the checkout counter.
There seemed to be a lot of people shopping in the supermarket on the weekend, and Hunter took out his cell phone again and had fun.
While playing, he watched the front team pit, and kicked the shopping basket forward with his toes.
After ten minutes, he was finally able to check out.
When the credit card was swiped, the cashier told him that he had reached an overdraft online.
It means ... it burst.
Hunt scratched his head, and then remembered that he bought a set of speakers for his hip-hop friends last week, paid the rent, and then ran into a competition ... It seems like he forgot to return the credit card.
"That's all except yoghurt." Hunt found the ten dollars he earned from knocking the doorbell out of his pocket.
At this moment, there was a faint sound like metal knocking in the empty room behind him.
"Except that box of leggings, swipe my card."
With a tight shoulder, Hunter turned back and realized that Winston was standing behind him!
He still didn't have any wave expression like that, his arm was rubbed against Hunter's shoulder, handed the credit card to the cashier, his chest was slightly pressed against Hunter's back.
It felt like ... as if being embraced from behind.
what's going on?
When did Winston come behind him?
Wait, they're in line ... In other words, it didn't take long for me to just wait in the queue that Winston also came in line to pay the bill?
With so many cashiers, why did he choose to be behind him?
Under normal circumstances, Hunter knew that he should say thank you, and then said that he would have the opportunity to return the money to him, but when he spoke, he said, "Why is that box of underpants not?"
Everyone around looked at it, and even the female cashier blushed slightly.
But Hunt did not regret asking the question himself.
There is no answer now, and he will definitely think about it when he returns home.
"Because it's inappropriate." Winston's voice was still faint.
"Ah? Why not?"
"You can wear m, you don't need L." Winston replied, with his own authority certification effect, inexplicable.
Looking at the other side's natural expression, Hunt's careful liver was poked again.
What is called "no need for L"? Does it mean he's small?
Oh shit! This is the third time this week someone has talked about his little brother!
When Hunt was about to say "I don't need you to pay for me", Winston spoke again.
"This material quickly loses its elasticity."
"……Oh."
At that moment, he had a feeling of being redeemed.
It didn't mean that the size of his little brother was too small, but that the quality of the underpants was not good.
"Thank you, I'll pay you back next time."
Hunt, carrying the bag from the supermarket, waved his hands neatly at the other, and left.
Otherwise, would you stay there and wait for Winston to pay while discussing the quality of the underwear with him?
Holding these things on his way, Hunt sighed with his hair up.
He still didn't buy underpants ... what to wear tonight? Did not wash ...
And any charity dinner on the weekend is also annoying.
Where is the suit?
Hunter came home, turned the box, and finally found a suit. He put it on his body, which was very low-key.
Wait ... Winston is sure to attend a charity dinner for Ferrari. Should he pay him back?
How much is it?
Don't remember, forget it.
He wouldn't mind paying for his supermarket compared to Vann Winston's million-dollar annual salary.
On the weekend, Hunter drove his little jeep to the luxury hotel where the dinner was.
You can see a lot of men and women in dresses, accompanied by famous cars, and the stars are shining. After the celebrities handed the car keys to the doorman, they went up gracefully.
The author has something to say: chat time
Hunter: Why did you appear in the bathroom after the Spanish Grand Prix?
Winston: Because in the past, you once said that you were dug into a pig by your teammates in the bathroom.
Hunter: Sleep! Then you should stop me! I came out of the bathroom and was stung into a panda!
Winston: Because when you said you were poor last time, I didn't know what you did to McGrady.
Hunter: What the does that mean?
Winston: You deserve it.