Chapter 34: Soft-hearted

"Why did he play you?" Winston asked again.
"Probably because I rejected his offer. He tested whether I was hoping to change jobs for the Red Bulls." Hunter told Winston without reservation.
"You won't go to Red Bull." Winston said.
"How do you know? If I want to go further, I need a strong backing. Marcus is technically and financially not just a little bit behind Red Bull." Hunt said with interest.
"Because you are a simple person, and you value affection more than fame and fortune. Marcus has a gratitude for you, he does not take the initiative to terminate the contract with you, you will not leave."
"Thank you for speaking so noblely." Hunt twitched.
"In Marcus, you are the soul. But in other big teams, you will become a tool. You will never tolerate yourself becoming a tool."
Hunt paused, and spoke a long time before he said, "Thank you."
Thank you for getting to know me so well.
"There is one last point."
"what?"
"After you've been played by Irving, how could you join Red Bull Racing and keep him playing?"
"... I don't want to talk to you for thirty seconds."
Hunt turned to his side, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Winston actually clicked the countdown on the phone and counted thirty seconds.
Thirty seconds later, he said again, "Audrey Wilson praised me as an attractive man during the interview."
Hunt didn't want to ignore him.
Miss Wilson appreciates you, you're so proud!
"Thirty seconds have passed and you can talk to me."
"... Okay, you are so charming, do you need me to celebrate with fireworks?"
"I'm not sure. Does her so-called charm really think I am attractive, or is it just polite?"
Hunt frowned. He didn't think Winston would think about such a thing.
"Tell her!" Hunter lifted his phone and started to dissipate again.
Winston extended his hand and took his phone away.
"Where do you find me most attractive?"
Hunt wanted to get the phone back, but Winston set it aside.
"You have charm everywhere!"
What's wrong with Winston?
He should not be interested in the topic of charm?
What stimulus was it?
"Perfunctory." Winston held Hunter's cell phone and hung it by Ferrari's door with one hand, a posture to throw it down at any time.
"Hey!"
The car stopped just in front of the traffic light. The red light showed nearly a minute and a half. He saw Winston put the handbrake down. Hunter unfastened his seat belt and flung himself sideways to get the phone back, but he didn't expect Winston. He will be stabbed directly with the other hand.
His face smashed into Winston's lap, one side of his face seemed to pinch his nose, and then Hunt was embarrassed.
Even through casual trousers, Hunter knew that the little Winston was developing very well when looking at the contours. Although it is quiet now, the volume is still not small, and it must have a visual impact when standing up.
"You put me up ..."
"You answer my question just now, otherwise we will continue driving in this position. There are 70 seconds left in the red light."
my God! What a ghost car is in this position! Will the traffic police keep up with you?
Hunter struggled hard. He even reached out to raise Winston's hand, but the other side had a lot of strength.
Obviously they are both racers and their arms are very strong. Why doesn't Hunter understand how his two hands can't support the strength of the other hand?
"You ... you're in good shape!"
Hunt closed his eyes and frowned, always feeling that Little Winston would suddenly stand up and smash into his face.
"Little liar, I haven't shown it to you at all."
"You have long legs ... I can see it without you taking off!"
"Not sincere. There are fifty seconds left."
"You are handsome, too!" Hunt twisted his neck and was still crushed, his head was stuck directly under the steering wheel.
What a fuck!
"Oh? Where is it handsome?"
"Good shit! Let me go!" Hunt's ears turned red.
"If your head continues to move, believe it or not, I really let you get it out for me?" Winston's voice was cool, threatening.
Hunter froze immediately.
Even if he knew that men's little brothers were actually very sensitive, even if only the friction of clothing would sometimes react, he also knew that Winston would not really let him get him out, but still very deterrent.
"Think about it. Where do you think I look good?"
"I think ... Little Winston must be very capable, so women like it!"
Hunter had a clever idea, and he believed that no man would dislike such praise.
"I haven't tried it on you, how do you know? It seems to teach your mouth a little lesson?" Winston's voice rose slightly.
"Don't! Don't!" Hunter panicked.
"Then tell the truth."
"You ... your eyes look the best!"
Hunter called out, and at that moment, Winston let go of his hand, and hurriedly straightened his back.
"seat belt."
Winston reminded.
Hunt wanted to get out of the car immediately, but ... he didn't dare.
"How do my eyes look good?" Winston asked again.
"Good-looking is good-looking! How can there be so many so good-looking?" Hunt's attention was completely on his cell phone, and Winston put it on the other side without giving him back any of it.
He felt that today's Winston was abnormal-particularly bad!
"I always thought you were good at speaking good words. You can memorize" If I Have the Damask of Heaven "after only one listen, and you can think of writing poetry to Audrey Wilson, why can't you describe my eyes well?
Winston tilted his face and looked at him with the corners of his lips.
This guy is all over again!
Where can I upset you, just say it! Is it okay if I change it?
Or is it unhappy for you to take me all the way back to the hotel?
You can't come! I'll take a taxi back home!
Although the Japanese speak English, he does not understand!
Wait ... Maybe it's Lawrence Owen's guy who has provoked alienation?
"I didn't graduate from Eaton College!"
"That's it. I thought your ability to play on the spot was good, but sometimes it didn't seem to give you much power."
Winston parked the car in front of Hunt's hotel.
Hunter got out of the car, walked to the door, snatched his phone from Winston's, and walked into the revolving door with a breath of gas.
Winston tilted his face and watched Hunter enter the elevator before driving away.
His phone was connected to the Bluetooth on the car, and a little bit of audio was played.
It was a conversation between Hunt and Nicky in the room.
"... but his eyes are really good. His eyes are blue, like the color of a frozen transparent ocean, refracted by sunlight."
Just such a sentence was repeatedly played.
When he stopped in front of his hotel, the waiter came to his side and was about to park for him, but he didn't hand the keys to the other party ... until that audio was played three times in a row, he didn't Exhale gently.
"I wanted to repair you. But if I said that, I had to be soft-hearted."
Back in the room, Hunter's heart was still beating fast.
Turning on the phone, he only saw a text message from Donald, the content was an under-sentence: Are you okay?
Hunt gritted his teeth, but thought for a moment that Donald wasn't even reminded himself, it was just not clear enough.
He called back to the other party: "Hey Donald, I'm very happy and happy."
"Oh ... that's good! Just happy! Is your kid ready to roll the sheets now? Or has the sheets been rolled out?" Donald sounded a sigh of relief, and it seems that this guy has really worried about himself.
"Hey, Donald, I ask you a question, please trouble answer me honestly."
"what is the problem?"
"Have you been so nervous, have you ever been played by Lawrence Owen before?" Hunter opened the door, crossed his legs, and asked on the sofa.
"Lawrence Irving has played a lot of people, but not me." Donald's voice was a little smug.
"Who is there?" Hunter suddenly became interested.
"'Great White Shark' Shire! Shire and Irving haven't dealt with for more than a decade, why do you think?"
"Well, come and listen!"
"It doesn't matter to tell you. At that time, both Shire and Irving played for Lotus. One year in Las Vegas, the Lotus team had a pool party. Charles was only twenty-four years old at the time, and was in the limelight. Sheng, talking and doing things is annoying and pretentious. "
"Well, what next?"
"Great White Shark" Shire still has a bad temper. Although Hunter has less contact with each other, he has also heard a lot of this guy's overbearing style.
"Owen found some beautiful girls and took him away from the pool party. They were about to be in the hotel room. When I heard that Shire's pants were off, they found out that the girls were actually men! Ha Haha! You said it was funny or not! The key is that one of the girls also photographed Shire's expression with her mobile phone! It was called a lifetime without love! Then it went online and became a mobile screensaver of the year! "
Hunt swallowed, and suddenly felt that he was more fortunate than Shire.
"And Penny of Renault, Indiana ’s Maiden has been played by him."
The original base is so huge.
Hunt's heart was balanced.
"But Hunter ... if you want to roll the sheets with the girl, don't let her leave marks on you ... don't take pictures as well, don't mention it to anyone other than me when you return. That ... Just be happy. "Donald suddenly said seriously.
"why?"
"Someone will be angry, and the consequences will be serious."
"You didn't realize that you always talk in half, and then omit the other half that helps me understand correctly?"
"It's not that I speak only half, but that you lack the ability to notice others' suggestions." Donald said helplessly.
"Do you have any hint?"
"Sexual hint!"
Donald interrupted the call just like he lost his temper.
Hunt scratched his head, repeating the "sexual cues" in his head.
Is there anything in Donald's words related to "sexual cues"?
It's over! Don't that guy mean something to me!
God, I admire Donald's maturity in the presence of women, but if he is interesting to himself, it is simply a depression!
Just when Hunter was looking for trouble, a text message from Winston flashed on the screen, and opened it. The content was: I paid you 100,000 dollars for Irving.
Hunt's shoulders shook, meaning that what happened to the clubhouse, Owen must have told Winston.
Suddenly I felt that I was more than a little lower.
He is now pretty sure that Irving's revenge against his refusal to Red Bull Racing is not just not telling him that Nicky is a man, but calling Winston!
Hunter quickly returned a text message to the other party: I will pay you back when I get the year-end dividend.
Winston's response was quick: calculated on loan interest.
Hunter rolled his eyes, and $ 100,000 was nothing to this guy!
At this time, Winston's next text message surprised him that he almost didn't fall off the sofa: Is it OK for you to be a man?
"Sure enough! This guy knows about Nicky!"
Hunter stood up and walked a large circle around the room. The fourth text message from Winston also came: if the man could, sleep with me for one night and write off $ 100,000.
The SMS Hunter read it countless times, his heart seemed to be pinched.
Was it Winston's sarcasm that he was deceived by a man, or was he ... testing himself? When he edited the message with his fingers, was there a smile on his lips?
When the word "temptation" came to mind, Hunt was frightened.
Does that mean you're looking forward to Winston?
Hunter stared at the phone. What would Winston say if he never responded? Will ask if he is angry? Or would he say "idiot" to let him know that everything in the text message was just a joke?
My heart beats fast.
Especially looking back at his double bed, as if there was a force to press him up.
But half a minute passed, no more text messages came from the phone.
Wait, Winston said, "Sleep one night." They both slept for more than one night, Hunter, Hunter, why are you still scared by such text messages?
Winston has never heard of any association with women or even men since he entered Formula One. As if this man had no physical or emotional needs.
Hunter smiled helplessly: "This guy's routine ..."
Seriously you lose.
Hunter responded directly: Then you come.
By the way, sent a sloppy emoji.
Just then, Hunter's phone rang and Marcus's name was flashing.
After it's over, this guy won't know he's going out with Irving, so he's furious!
"Hunter! Did you bring a suit!"
"Ah? Bring it!"
Since Donald was mistaken for a waitress at the last Ferrari charity dinner, he has repurchased a suit.
"Then change! Go with me and McGrady for a meal, and the other party is Mr. Narita, a well-known Japanese auto manufacturing industrialist! We will sponsor our team!"
"Then you better not call me. I'm not good at entertaining. Maybe it will somehow annoy Mr. Narita!"
"Mr. Narita asked you to go by name! Your performance at the Silverstone circuit impressed him! Mr. Narita's English is very good, and we went to a Michelin-starred Japanese restaurant! Very delicious! If you do not want to speak, Just eat with your head down! "
Hunt sighed, knowing that sponsorship was Marcus's life.
"Okay, okay ... I see ..."
They got into the car that Mr. Narita sent to pick them up.
Sitting next to Hunter was McGrady, and McGrady was still cold, which made Hunt a little uncomfortable.
But in this atmosphere, Hunter felt uncomfortable without making a sound.
"I said McGrady ... Do you, like everyone else, think that you rushed out of the track in the last race because Winston was stabbing you to cheer me up?" Hunter asked.
Marcus, sitting in the front row, covered his face: Hunter, Hunter! Do you want to see Mr. Narita with the eyes of a panda?
"Isn't it?" McGrady asked indignantly.
"Winston is not that kind of person, really." Hunt explained sincerely.
"So my technique is not good. Not only was the quilt trapped, but I rushed out of the track?"
Hunt opened his mouth, and finally said, "If Winston kicked you off the track to get you comfort ... then Winston kicked you out."
"You—" McGrady's eyes widened.
But Hunter had the expression "This won't work, so what else do you want?"
"Okay! If you two wait a minute to make trouble in front of Mr. Narita, I'll let you all get off!" Marcus's forehead has already been swollen.
Hunt closed his mouth and calmed down.
This is a traditional Japanese restaurant, and Hunt looks drowsy at the low tables.
After the Narita got up to meet them, Marcus took Hunter, McGrady, and the team's accountant and public relations manager to learn to sit on his knees.
Even with the best food, this position will make his calves cramp.
Looking at Hunter's uneasiness, Mr. Narita smiled and took a gesture to signal Hunter to sit casually.
Hunter exhaled and stretched his legs straight.
It's undeniable that the food tonight was so delicious that Hunter's appetite was wide open.
And most of the time, Mr. Narita is talking to Marcus and the accountant.
Without knowing what to say, both Narita and Marcus laughed. Narita looked at Hunter and suggested that Hunter could taste Japanese sake in lame English.
Hunter's face was circled.
Doesn't this guy speak English well? Why can't he understand what he is saying?
"Haha, this guy is not yet twenty-one, and he can't drink in the United States." Mr. Marcus took Hunter's shoulders and looked like he couldn't find the center of gravity.
From experience, Hunter felt that Marcus should be drunk.
Mr. Narita once again sent an invitation to Hunter: "Japanese sake is very famous in the world. It is a pity to come here without tasting sake. In Japan, drinking at your age is legal."
Tracy McGrady glanced at Hunter, muttering as if to say, "It's a shameless ghost, and he doesn't even dare to drink sake."
The hospitality was difficult, and the degree of sake was similar to that of red wine. Under the watch of Mr. Narita, Hunter drank a small glass.
The taste was refreshing, smooth and pure, and Hunter blinked.
Mr. Narita smiled: "Is it delicious?"
In this way, Hunter drank four or five cups in a row, especially with fresh seafood dishes, even more delicious.
Unconsciously, both McGrady and Marcus had fallen to the table, and only the accountant barely kept awake.
Hunter gradually felt dizzy, and the world seemed to be turning.
This feeling is a precursor to drunkenness. Unlike the last time he drank hard alcohol, this time he felt that his nerves were awake, but he could not control his body. Especially when he wanted to pick up a piece of sushi, he couldn't catch it.
The opposite Mr. Narita smiled and said, "Drunk, drunk, they are all drunk."
Ambiguity seems to hear them saying that although sake is not as good as Chinese liquor, it is easy to get on top of it, not to mention that they are drinking good sake.
The phone in my pocket kept shaking.
As soon as Hunter picked it up, the phone dropped to the ground, with Winston's name flashing on the screen.
He wandered for a long time and was wrong.
The accountant on the side helped him connect his mobile phone: "Hey, hello, I'm Vince, an accountant of the Marcus team. Are you looking for Hunter? He's drunk ..."
"where are you?"
The chilling voice made the accountant's head dizzy with alcohol for a moment.
"Tiger white ..."
"Then I will come now."
"Thank you?" The accountant didn't answer with certainty. He glanced at Hunter in a daze with chopsticks, remembering that he had heard of the good relationship between Wink and Winston.
But as soon as the other party heard that Hunter was drunk and rushed over, this relationship was too good, right?
However, accountants feel they need help.
Mr. Narita left two assistants, but the Marcus team drunk four people, and the accountant himself was faltering. It would be nice if Winston could come.
When Narita's assistant helped Marcus, Tracy McGrady, and the public relations manager onto the car, the accountant was struggling to lift Hunter, but Hunter just shook and didn't mean to get up at all.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Winston: When do you think I am the most attractive?
Hunter: When you don't like me!
Winston: Then it seems that I can only give up on such things as charm.