Chapter 55: The mattress is broken

"The laundry will help you keep it until you come back to New York." Winston opened Hunt's closet and packed up a few clean clothes. "Take it to Travis to wear it."
"it is good……"
Although Winston did not criticize Hunter, Hunter felt that the other party was like a strict father.
The people in the laundry came quickly, and when the dirty clothes were taken away, Hunt's little apartment became very neat.
Hunt sat on the mattress, bracing his chin with a bad look, beckoning to Winston, who was packing his luggage.
"Hey ... hey ..."
"What's wrong?" Winston turned to look at him.
Hunt continued to wave and patted himself on the side.
Winston put down the things in his hand, came to him and sat down: "What's wrong?"
"You said ... are the bodybuilders and girls away from home or are they sleeping?"
Winston raised his hand and glanced at the watch: "Maybe in a nap."
Hunter's smile was even more pronounced. He leaned to Winston and whispered, "I want to take revenge for a long time."
"Retaliation? How do you want revenge?"
"Just lie down and don't move." Hunt patted Winston's shoulder.
"What do you want to do?" Winston didn't move.
"Hey, you know when you lie down!" Hunter looked forward.
Winston frowned, fell back, and lay down: "Then what do you want to do?"
Who knew that Hunter slammed onto Winston's body with his two arms at his ears and his legs at Winston's waist, squeezing the mattress hard, and immediately created some The sound of movement, the mattress squeaked and thought, and Hunter also stretched out a hand to support the wall, beat continuously, and made a sound.
The sconces on the wall shook.
Hunt lowered his head and looked at Winston with a proud smile: "Like it?"
Winston didn't seem to expect that Hunter would do this, he looked at Hunter motionless.
This gave Hunter a sense of superiority for the first time and finally shocked Winston. Most importantly, he knew that Winston would not be angry.
"Like it?" Hunter asked again. His calf was next to Winston's thigh, and Hunt was so proud of the opportunity to take advantage of each other.
He was anxious to wipe out Winston!
"I see how long you can hold on." Winston raised his chin slightly, and the smile on his lips became obvious.
Sure enough, he won't be angry!
This guy is a gentleman on the surface, very evil inside!
Playing this way can be an appetite for this guy.
"I can stick to Formula One for two hours. What the hell!" Hunt was dissatisfied with Winston's doubts about his physical strength.
"Oh-two hours." Winston lay there, and the hair falling on the mattress also trembled slightly, and saw Hunter's heart itch.
The mattress was squeaking and smashing, and even the lampshade of the sconce fell. Seeing that it would hit Hunter's head, Winston suddenly raised his hand and pressed his head down.
The lampshade hit Hunter's ear.
so close! Why did he forget to take off the lampshade?
At this moment, the tip of his nose was right across Winston's neck, and at that moment, he didn't want to leave.
I really want to stay a little longer and then stay a little longer.
It's all Winston's.
The resentment that made him feel secure.
Winston's palm was patted gently on the back of Hunter: "What's wrong, don't you have any energy to stop playing?"
"How could I be out of energy? I was wondering if they were away! So I was shaking so hard here that I wouldn't be entertaining myself?"
Having said that, Hunter ran out a chocolate bar from his trouser pocket, unpacked it, and smugly smacked it in his mouth, shaking it hard again, rubbing his hands against the wall, watching Winston smile with his eyes. It's almost gone.
At this moment, Winston suddenly held up his upper body. Hunter thought he had something to say. He just lowered his head and only heard a "scratch", and the other end of the chocolate bar was bitten off.
Hunter was there, as if Winston had just bitten off not chocolate, but Hunter's most vulnerable nerve.
Finally, the other side of the wall was severely beaten, and the man's impatient roar came faintly: "There is no end!"
Hunter stopped, looked down at Winston, and suddenly covered his stomach with a muffled voice and laughed wildly.
The rest of the chocolate fell off and was caught by Winston.
Hunt lay directly on Winston's body, squeezing his neck and grinning almost out of breath.
"Is he?" Winston leaned over his face, pinching his nose just over Hunt's cheek.
"It's him ... it's that bodybuilder ..."
When Hunt raised his eyes to touch Winston's eyes, he narrowed his eyes.
It was Winston's eyelids, his eyelashes, his pupils. It's so close.
Hunt discovered for the first time that this was a contact without any distance between him and Winston.
"Do you want to continue?" Winston asked softly.
"Of course! Noisy them! Hahaha!"
Suddenly, Hunt turned upside down, and Winston turned over him, with his left knee up and arching the other leg of Hunt.
"Hey-what are you doing!" Hunt's heart was also pushed high.
"Shake the mattress."
Winston's lips were hooked, and even the smile under his eyes was evil.
He resisted Hunter, a force that almost hit Hunter's head against the wall, scaring Hunter to raise his hand to support the wall.
The magnitude of the bed shake was greater than before.
"Hey! I'm going to sleep on this bed when I return to the game! Don't shake me!"
Hunt wanted to put his legs down, but couldn't hold him down by Winston.
Damn, this guy must be intentional!
But Winston laughed all the time, and it was the first time Hunter had seen him laugh so clearly, even the hair that fell off was so brisk.
The bodybuilder on the wall was really angry, and struck the wall three times: "Shit boy, if you don't stop! I killed you!"
Hunter deliberately raised his voice and said, "Then you come knock on the doorbell! I'll give you a hundred dollars a minute!"
Winston lowered his eyes and looked at him: "One hundred dollars a minute?"
Hunt pointed to the wall with his thumb and said, "Before I went to knock on the doorbell of their apartment, they said that the harder I hit them, the more they gave me five dollars a minute!"
Winston turned his face to the side. Although Hunter couldn't see the expression on this guy, he knew the guy was laughing from his slightly trembling shoulder.
"Five dollars? Are you worth five dollars a minute?" Winston asked. "You give the other one hundred dollars a minute?"
Thinking of this, Hunter suddenly found himself a fool.
"Ah! Angry!" Hunt reached for his hair.
And Winston's action was even greater. He shook far more skillfully than Hunter. The stance almost shook off the springs. Hunter was afraid of smashing the wall!
Hunt's heart was beating wildly.
It felt as if Winston was really pressing himself on the sheets.
"Hey! Hey! Okay! Okay! I still have to live in this apartment!" Hunt patted Winston's arm quickly.
But Winston didn't stop.
As if he wasn't shaking the mattress, he was about to rush into Hunter's body.
"Then let's play in another position?" Winston asked, turning his face.
His eyes have always been the most fascinating part of Hunter, and now that he is so close, Hunter has no ability to think.
"What position?"
With that said, Hunter realized that he had fallen into Winston's suit again.
The man lifted his waist straight and folded his body sideways. Hunter was wrapped in Winston's left arm with both legs, while his right hand was looped around Hunter's upper body, and he was forced against the wall Face hit.
"My mom—" Hunter was scared to death, immediately supporting his hands with the back of the wall, the sound of the collision was louder.
Winston smiled, it was a very obvious rare smile.
"Hey! Would you like it to be real!"
"You haven't learned this pose with Bru while watching action movies before?" Winston asked.
"I've seen it! I've seen it!"
"Oh, I think I haven't seen one?"
"No more! No more!" Hunter immediately waved his hand and suddenly thought of something, "Hey! This is my house! I should be on you!"
"Oh ... you have to be on it."
Winston bucked Hunter's waist, leaned over, and lifted Hunter onto his body.
"My God! You play on a roller coaster!"
Winston lifted up and really turned Hunter upside down. Hunter thought he was about to fly and quickly lowered his body to lower the center of gravity.
"I rub! Will you show me your waist and abdomen? I tell you I can do it!"
"Yes, let's change it and see if you can hold it up."
"You think I'm stupid! Let you crush me!" Hunter grinned.
The heart beats faster and faster, Hunter wonders if the other party will find his mind.
His side face was so close to himself, he wanted to kiss him, he wanted to bite the tip of his nose, he wanted to cover his ears, he wanted to see his surprised expression ... and then he kissed back without a look!
At this time, there was a bang—the door closed next door, and then Hunter's door was knocked hard.
"Shit! Open the door!"
Hunt froze, and he was really not ready for the other party to come.
"Open the door!"
This bodybuilder has a bad temper, and Hunter has known for a long time.
"Do you want to open the door?" Winston turned to look at Hunt.
"not open."
"Why do you think you can't beat him?"
"I can't beat him?" Hunter looked at Winston with his eyes wide open. "Is my muscle really good? He just ate it out of protein powder, or steroids! Can it be the same? Is it? I'm afraid I didn't hold back a punch and sent him to the hospital! "
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Come on!"
Hunt got up and jumped on the mat.
The creak squeaked loudly.
Winston raised his eyes and looked at Hunter, like a naive child playing on a trampoline, and he nodded.
"Come on! Come on! Together!" Hunt waved at him all the time.
Winston didn't move, and Hunter kicked his shoulder with his toes.
Winston clasped his feet: "Don't you say you're going to sleep on this mattress?"
"Cut! Big deal to buy a new one! Buy a big bed! I invite you to sleep!" Hunt opened his arms and described the big bed of his dreams.
"Okay, it looks like I can't break it."
Winston also stood up and followed Hunt to the trampoline.
Hunt jumped to La Winston's hand and grinned.
The thought in my heart is that if you come to sleep, I will knock you down! Let you never get up again!
And the sound of shooting the door was getting crazy.
"Shit! Believe me or not, I open your door!"
"Faith! Anyway, if you open my door, you are illegally invading." Hunter smiled proudly at Winston.
Hearing only a creak, Hunt fell out of balance and fell back, Winston dragged him over, protecting him from falling.
Hunt was dumbfounded-they really tripped the bed.
Most importantly, all the "Playboy" collections under Hunt's collection were revealed.
"Oh ..." Hunt looked embarrassedly at Winston.
Winston didn't seem surprised. He picked up a copy and flipped it, and threw it into Hunter's arms. "You have only read this kind of book since you were a child, and you always dreamed of flashy things like bunny girls."
"This is my soul!" Huntco baby his Playboy magazine.
Mr. Bodybuilder has really started knocking.
Faint can still hear his woman persuade him.
But he insisted on giving Hunter a little color.
"Forget it. This guy always thinks that he is muscular and I would be afraid of him. It's time to verify how explosive the Formula 1 driver is."
Hunt licked his lips, probably because Winston was here, so he had crazy capital.
As soon as he stepped out, he was dragged back by Winston.
"Let's go." Winston stood up.
"You go?"
Hunt opened his eyes.
Where does Winston like to talk to people?
"Yes, I'll go. You're here."
Winston was approaching the door, and Hunter couldn't help but reach out to see what Winston was doing.
Just as Mr. Bodybuilder was about to kick the door again, Winston suddenly opened the door, and the other party almost lost his balance.
"Is there a problem?"
His voice was cold and there was no temperature in his eyes.
The bodybuilder froze. He thought Hunter would stay inside and not open the door.
"What's the matter?" Winston asked with a sideways look.
Invisible pressure came on, and the momentum of the bodybuilder was instantly suppressed.
"You ... too noisy ..."
"Really?" Winston asked indifferently.
The woman beside Mr. Bodybuilder looked at Winston and froze.
This man has an excellent appearance, and he is wearing a simple casual t-shirt and jeans, and at first glance, he was not doing "bed exercise".
She dragged her man and whispered, "We seem to be mistaken ..."
"What's wrong? Obviously that's the voice here. I said, are you new here? You listen to me. Don't bother with the sound of doing things on the bed! People live!"
After all, Winston doesn't have exaggerated muscles, and it seems to have a bit of a sense of gentleness. The bodybuilder doesn't think that he will lose to the other side.
"So you can do things for my friends, we can't do what we want in my friend's room?" Winston asked.
"You ..." Mr. Bodybuilder's gaze crossed Winston's shoulder, and he saw Hunter poking his head out, and he suddenly realized, "You were with that little ghost! You did it on purpose!"
"What's on purpose? We're not rolling the sheets again, we just like jumping out of bed. Every time I change a new mattress, I'll jump out of it when I feel tired. If you are interested, you can join.
"you you……"
"In the future we will often jump over the mattress."
As soon as Winston's words fell, Mr. Bodybuilder punched him.
Even Hunter, who has good dynamic vision, did not respond. Winston not only caught the opponent's fist, but also twisted the opponent's arm directly behind him, pressing it the porch.
"I wipe! Let go of me! You let go of me immediately!"
The bodybuilder's face was almost squeezed into the door frame.
Hunt couldn't help but swallow.
I thought that one day my mischief was discovered by Winston. Wouldn't this guy pack himself like that?
"Releasing you can, but you can stop a bit later. Your woman may not really enjoy your technology that much, just to satisfy your expanded pride." Winston shoved him out.
Mr. Bodybuilder didn't stand still and almost fell to the ground.
"Anything else?" Winston asked with his side chin.
Even if he couldn't see his expression, Hunter thought Winston must be more handsome than 007!
"No ... no ..."
"Very good. I hope we get along well in the future. Otherwise, I will knock your teeth down one by one."
After speaking, before the other party responded, Winston closed the door.
"Wow-really imposing!" Hunt applauded warmly.
"Why didn't I know you would be so flattering before?" Winston slaps on his head, then carries his luggage back. "Well, it's almost time, we should go to Texas Now. "
"Ok!"
Hunt also carried his bag on his back.
The two left the apartment together.
As you pass by Mr. Bodybuilding's door, you can hear him arguing with his girlfriend.
"Do you think I didn't find out? You keep browbing with that man!"
"Eyebrows? How is that possible? Are you all right? I just think it's boring to run around for this!"
"So I'd like to thank you for the peace of mind that I almost broke my arm!"
"Can you lose your temper on me?"
"Isn't I satisfied you? You always pretend?"
"Can you stop making troubles unreasonably?"
Hunt shrugged his shoulders and hurried to the elevator.
"Hey ... I find you gifted in other ways too!"
"What talent?"
"In a word, they turned them into enemies! You stab Mr. Bodybuilder's self-esteem first, and then let him doubt his girlfriend. It's hard for the two to break up!" Hunt felt his chin and felt like he had learned something.
"Nonsense." Winston's fingers bounced against Hunt's head.
"Ouch! I'm dizzy!" Hunter immediately fell over Winston.
Winston hugged him very cooperatively. Hunter was thinking of lying on him for a while, who knew Winston would hug him horizontally.
"Dizziness, I'll take you to the hospital."
"No more! No more! I won't faint! Put me down!"
"Let's go to the hospital for a look, otherwise Mr. Marcus will be unhappy when he knows."
"I was wrong, can I? I was wrong!"
"Are you dizzy with your fingers?"
"That's because your fingers are very good. Do you think your fingers holding the steering wheel can be the same as the fingers of ordinary people?" Hunter complained.
Winston chuckled and put Hunt down.
They took the plane and then transferred to the Austin Speedway in Travis.
This track contains 20 corners with high and low undulations, fast corners and low corners.
If it was in the past, Hunter doesn't think he can enter the top eight in qualifying, but now the engineering team led by Shen Chuan makes Hunter full of expectations for this race.
Before going to meet with the team, Hunter and Winston bumped their fists: "Hey, be careful to bite my waist at this race."
"Really. I'll throw both Charles and Irving behind. It's good that you can bite one of them."
Hunt was caught by the other side.
The two turned around and went in different directions.
Only Hunter took two steps and turned around.
This time Marcus and Ferrari are in different hotels. Thinking of seeing each other only at Austin, Hunter wanted to see him for a while.
Winston's back was still upright, implying sharpness.
Just where the corner was about to turn, Winston turned back, and found that Hunter stood looking at himself in a separate place and walked back quickly.
"What's wrong? Did you forget something?"
"Ah? No ..." Hunter suddenly didn't know how to explain his behavior, and then made up a reason. "I didn't even tell you the first time I went to Austin?"
Winston sighed and sighed: "Just because you are on the Austin track for the first time, you can enjoy the features of this track more than I have Irving or Shire. Technically, you It's quite mature, Hunt. "
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: Your fingers are beautiful and powerful. If you pop my head, my heart will jump out.
Winston: You're really bullshit.
Hunter: Hey ~
Winston: But the correct statement should be that I move my finger in it and you cry.
Hunter: Ah?