Chapter 42: I will make you worry free

He turned around carefully and saw Winston's side face, and then he realized that all the quilts were covering his body. Winston's back was empty.
He also told me to be careful not to catch a cold! You will catch a cold like this.
Huntela lifted the quilt and drew towards Winston.
"Are you awake?" Winston's eyes opened, looking at him.
"Yeah!" Hunter sat cross-legged and looked out the window. "I don't know what time it is?"
The bright moon is soft and bright in the air, the moonlight falls on the pool water, and the water vapor rises up, everything is hazy and soft.
"It's ten in the evening."
"Ah? I didn't do anything until ten in the evening?" Hunt looked surprised.
Winston leaned to his side and smiled, holding his chin: "So what do you really want to do?"
"... It's so quiet here."
"Yeah, so it's pretty obvious if you make a sound."
"... you guys are here again." Hunter gave the other side a soft frustration.
Who knew that Winston clasped his ankle, it all happened so quickly that Hunter didn't respond at all.
Just to get his feet back, Winston pulled in his direction.
"Hey, stop playing! What if I have a cramp?"
"Haven't you done flexibility training?" Winston asked lightly, but the strength of Hunter's ankle was not reduced at all.
"Sneaky! Flexibility training is to prevent muscle strain during the game! Nobody pulls that high leg!"
"Is this high?" Winston tried to raise Hunter's ankle again.
His wide bathrobe trousers dangled, and from inside Winston's point of view, he could definitely see what was inside.
"Let it down!" Hunter's arm propped himself back.
But Winston clung to himself, unable to move at all.
"So what?" Winston deliberately twisted Hunt's knee and pulled it aside.
"I hit you!"
Winston still didn't let go.
Hunter suddenly had an unpleasant feeling that he was completely defeated in the power competition. He slightly curled his knees, and struck Winston's shoulder.
"Pride you!"
Winston did let go, and he leaned a little to the side, and Hunter's feet passed from his shoulder, but he did not expect that he suddenly caught Hunter's calf and pressed his knee to his shoulder. Then slowly leaned towards Hunter.
"Lifted legs and shoulders. They burn at least 26 calories per minute. Do you need them?"
This guy is playing tricks again.
Hunt snorted and forced one leg to the other, who knew he was being held up again.
Obviously already very fast! Is this guy Winston a monster?
"You dare not hit me hard, for fear of hurting my shoulder."
Winston's smile was shallow, but Hunt thought the guy was very proud.
"Let's go! Otherwise I really beat you!" Hunt waved his fist.
Winston's hands loosened Hunter's calf, and suddenly he clenched his fist. Hunter had just put his leg down. Who knew Winston yanked and hurled forward? On him.
Winston clasped his waist and held up, Hunter was placed directly on him.
"In a seated position, about sixty calories a minute. You need more than a hundred and fifty."
Winston's voice was in Hunter's ear, his breath was warm, and even without turning his face, Hunter knew the other was laughing.
"You're going to die!" Hunt braced Winston's shoulders and stood up sharply.
Who knew that Winston just buckled his waist, and he slammed into the tip of his nose.
At that moment, the place was pinched by the other's nose, and he almost did not fall to the ground.
"No ... it's none of my business ... you play with me ..."
Deserve it! Old hooligan!
But Hunt felt subconsciously that Winston would not be angry.
Winston just smiled.
"You laugh again, I really beat you!"
"You can't beat me." Winston stood up lightly and pulled the door of the cabin open.
At this time, the woman in a kimono came in and packed up the things on the table.
"Are you going back to your room to sleep now?" Winston asked.
This guy really does, like the embarrassing things that he did just now don't exist.
"Don't sleep!"
Hunt was a little angry.
"Then you want to burn calories?" Winston asked with a smile.
Damn, mentioning "burning calories" now reminds Hunter of things that shouldn't be remembered.
Seeing him snoring, Winston patted his shoulder: "Let's go and play table tennis. Will you?"
"I won't! You teach me!"
Hunt followed Winston out of the cabin.
The room for playing table tennis is far from where the guests sleep, and needs to go through the long corridor.
Hunt walked, looking at the view outside.
The shadow of himself and Winston was projected on the walls of the corridor.
Hunt deliberately reached out his hand and pushed each other, and the shadows on the wall were connected.
"You are childish."
Winston stopped suddenly, causing Hunter's palm to really rest behind the opponent's shoulder.
"I was childish and you didn't know it the first day." Hunter smiled indifferently.
But in the palm of your hand, it's all Winston's temperature.
When Winston left, Hunt's palms suddenly cooled. He felt lonely in his heart.
When they walked into the room where they played table tennis, the lighting here was different from the previous dining room, brighter and more spacious.
There are four table tennis tables in the room, but unfortunately there are no other guests in the hotel.
Winston came to his side and taught him how to hold the racket and hit the ball on the racket.
His hand slowly slid down from Hunter's shoulders, came to his waist, and pressed against him from behind, taking him to experience the rotation of the waist when hitting the ball.
If he is studying American history, Hunter is completely talentless.
But learning ball sports, Hunter's motor nerves are well developed.
He tried a few goals with Winston. The first few goals were either missed or missed.
But Winston was very patient, watching Hunter pick up the ball.
Gradually, Hunter became dissatisfied.
"Hey, did you deliberately hit the ball where I can't catch it?"
"Isn't that the way table tennis is? I hit the ball where you can, how can I win you?" Winston asked, holding the table.
"... But then I will always pick up the ball!"
"It's always good to pick up the ball," Winston said.
"You just want to see me tired!" Huntela raised her sleeves.
Wait and see, it won't be long before I let you pick up the ball!
"I don't want to see you tired, I just want to see you lower your body and raise your waist," Winston said.
"Ah?" Hunter thought for two seconds, and his eyes became angry, "You just lower your body and lift your waist!"
For a long time, Winston just wanted to see him "picking up soap"!
Winston smiled and used the racket to send the ball in the direction of Hunt.
Hunt felt that since they were reconciled, this guy's hooliganity seemed to have risen to another level.
He sighed ...
Winston waved the racket, meaning "come back."
Hunter is getting better, and gradually Winston can't easily beat Hunter with one or two goals.
"Yay!"
Hunt finally pulled a good shot and Winston did not catch it.
He had thought it was finally Winston's turn to pick up the ball. Who knew that this guy took his chin up as he took it for granted, meaning that Hunter picked up the ball.
"Why did I pick up the ball! Obviously you didn't catch it!"
"The ball jumped over to you."
"I don't pick it!" Hunt decided to follow the principle.
"Just don't pick it up."
Winston took out another table tennis.
Hunt's disappointment multiplied.
The ball jumped to a distance not far from him.
Winston looked at Hunter, sighed, walked slowly to Hunter's side, and lowered himself.
Hunt was pleasantly surprised: oh oh! We will see Winston picking up the soap!
But to his disappointment ... Winston knelt down on one knee, and the posture of picking up the ping-pong ball is really elegant, which is completely different from bending stooping to pick it up ...
Why didn't you expect to pick up the ball like this?
And Winston turned his face sideways, looking down from up to down, not knowing what he saw, and a smile on his lips.
"What are you laughing at?" Hunt frowned.
"Your little Hunter is cute."
Hunter was startled. Did Winston see from his pants?
As soon as he lowered his head, he knew he was being tricked again. Winston couldn't see his trousers at height.
"It's almost twelve, it's time to rest," Winston said, pointing to the bell on the wall.
"Well, okay. Go rush again and sleep!"
Hunt returned the racket to Winston, raising his arms and stretching. When laying down, the loose neckline slipped aside because of playing.
Hunt yawned, and opened the door to go out, but Winston's collar was gently tugged.
"Beware of cold."
Winston pulled up his collar for him.
"Thank you."
"However, your shoulders look really good."
"Ah? What?" Hunter turned around, feeling amazing. This was the first time that Winston had praised something nice.
"People want to bite hard."
Winston said, walking indifferently to Hunter.
"..." Hunter sighed, looking at his back.
Have the ability to let the whole world know that you are hooligan!
The bedroom booked by Winston is double tatami.
The mattress had been laid, and it felt very good at first glance.
"Why do you keep roses on tatami?" Hunt asked, tilting his head.
"I probably said two people when I booked the room. I was mistaken for a couple or a couple."
Winston picked up the roses: "You don't like it?"
"... I am a man, where do you like any flowers!"
"Just throw it away. Putting a rose is really counterproductive."
Winston was about to go to the window, and Hunter grabbed him quickly.
"Forget it! It's already open. It's a pity to throw it out and nobody appreciates it."
Hunt reached for it and put it back on the pillow.
Some things are born fragile and beautiful, perhaps just to be protected.
"Hunter, you're really easy and soft-hearted," Winston said.
"What about you? Would you throw it away without me?"
"Things that don't work for me, or aren't what I want, I'll turn a blind eye."
Hunt lowered his head, and he could feel the cruel and determined side of Winston.
"I'm going to shower!"
"Go." Winston took out his phone and started browsing the page.
Hunt rushed hot water at will, put on a new bathrobe, and returned to the room.
As he wiped his head, he walked to Winston's side and found that he was browsing news about oil and futures.
"Wow, I don't pay attention to these things."
Winston raised his arm easily, and put it gently on Hunter's shoulder: "You have to learn the proper allocation of assets to achieve asset appreciation. Otherwise, even if you become a top racer, even if the annual salary exceeds 10 million, it will be It's almost finished. "
"Have you invested all your money?" Hunt asked curiously.
"Ok."
Hunter is the kind of person who lives in the present, and obviously Winston thinks long-term.
"So, when you leave Formula One another day, are you going to do business?" Hunter asked curiously.
"Not necessarily, but there must be plenty of time for whatever you do."
"Enjoy life?" Hunt asked, crooked.
Winston smiled: "It's not just about enjoying life, but about staying restless."
"A restless heart? Is your heart restless?"
Winston's smile stayed between his lips. Instead of answering Hunter's question, he went to the shower.
Hunt followed him: "Then I'll give you my salary, too? Will you take care of it for me?"
"Aren't you afraid I ran away?"
"Not afraid. You won't."
"If my business fails, then it goes bankrupt?" Winston's voice came from the other end of the door.
"As long as ... as long as you don't drink and do stupid things like my father ... we'll come back together and pay off the debt!"
"Fool."
The shower sounded, and Winston's idiot poked gently at Hunt's heart.
He couldn't help but keep thinking, what exactly did Winston's "dumb" mean?
Do you think he doesn't know how to manage finances, or do he feel a little dumb in financially trusting others?
A few minutes later, Winston came out and found that Hunt was still standing not far from the door, so he asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Why do you say I'm a fool?" Hunt asked.
Winston turned his face to the side, his shoulders trembling slightly, this was the first time Hunter had seen him smile.
"Why laugh? Do you think I shouldn't care about you saying I'm a fool?"
Winston lowered his body, picked up the rose, and lightly touched Hunter's face: "You don't have to give me your money. What you love to do. Buy the house you lived in as a kid, the most important Change a car, your old jeep is prone to accidents. "
"That was when our family went out to play. I don't want to throw it away."
"Isn't the garage in that house quite large? Remember to park three cars. One space is reserved for the old jeep, and the rest is bought for a new car."
"There is still a place for you," Hunt said with a smile.
It sounds as if he bought that house back.
Winston's fingers paused, and he suddenly pinned the flowers on Hunter's ears: "Anyway, as long as you are good, I will make your life easier."
Hunt's heart seemed to be poked.
He took the rose from behind his ears, and Winston had lifted the quilt and sat in.
"Hey! Don't say such things! I will be even less aggressive! And ... and it seems like a proposal!"
Huntela opened the quilt next to him and sat in.
"Isn't that about buying a big diamond ring for you in Dubai?"
Winston had been lying in the quilt and closed his eyes.
"I don't want it!" Hunter stretched his feet out of his quilt, squeezed into Winston's quilt, and gave the other side a nap.
As a result, the opponent was caught by him before he could do anything.
"open."
"You take it back yourself."
Hunt gritted his teeth, sat up, lifted the other's quilt, and pinched the other's fingers.
After breaking it apart, Hunter found that almost all the legs of Winston's robes were up. He folded his knees, his legs were long and beautiful.
This made Hunter a little envious for a while, hummingly pulled the quilt on the other side and returned to his own quilt.
"Stop making noise. Go to bed." Winston closed his eyes.
"Ignore you. Sleep." Hunter rolled the quilt and turned to close his eyes.
The world was quiet and relaxed, and Hunter fell asleep.
And the plane back to Tokyo tomorrow night is at night, Hunter can rest assuredly until noon.
The next morning, Hunter was awakened by a bird song.
His eyelids trembled. When he opened his eyes, he realized that Winston's face was in front of him!
Hunter just wanted to move, only to find that his sleep was really ugly.
One leg was directly on Winston's waist, and not only that, under his head was still Winston's arm!
He was about to sit up, only to find that Winston's other hand rested lightly on his lap.
Ouch! my God!
Hunter quickly hurled his legs back, then moved the quilt over, covering Winston.
He snatched out all his quilts, but Winston should never get sick!
Otherwise, it will affect the Abu Dhabi race. I really want to die with guilt!
As if Winston didn't mean to wake up, Hunter exhaled and went to the bathroom.
By the time he returned, Winston hadn't woke up.
Previously in Austria, Winston was dissatisfied with the taste of the decoration of his room. He also slept with Hunter. But it seemed like every time, whether it was drunk or chatting overnight, this was the first time that Hunter got up earlier than Winston.
He sat cross-legged on his mattress, bracing his head to look at Winston, confirming once again that this guy was really good-looking.
The forehead and nose bridge are connected together, which is where he has the most so-called noble temperament. There are also eye lines. Because it is a male, Hunter has never studied it very carefully. Now it seems that Winston's eyes are actually very delicate. His lips were relaxed at this time, showing a softness and even a feeling of wanting to touch.
There was a grunt in Hunt's stomach.
Winston's eyes trembled slightly, and he sat up slowly.
"What time is it?" Winston asked.
His voice was a bit lazy, and Hunter felt itchy.
"It's eleven."
Winston had an activity and Hunter squeezed his arms. "Are you awake first? Are you going to wash up? We can have lunch directly."
"It's over!" Hunter thought about it and said, "I robbed you of the quilt yesterday. You can push me back."
"It doesn't matter. Little children like to grab other people's things." Winston raised his eyes to look in the direction of Hunt, and then did not look away for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Hunt shook his hand in front of him.
Winston smiled and said, "I praised you for your shoulders yesterday, so you showed me your shoulders early in the morning?"
Hunt paused before he understood it and pulled the collar: "Can't you just say that my collar fell off?"
"It's a pity. You won't be able to see your yukata out of here." Winston stood up and walked to wash.
Hunt snorted and began to pack his things, putting on the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing when he arrived.
After having lunch, they drove out of Noboribetsu to the airport of Sapporo.
Winston was driving on the road, not fast. Hunt squinted and felt the wind passing by his cheek.
"Hey ... we're going on vacation together!"
"Okay," Winston answered.
"Abu Dhabi is very close to Dubai. When the race is over, we will go to the sailing hotel together!" Hunt said.
"Nothing unusual about the Clipper Hotel."
This is not the first time Winston has played in Abu Dhabi, so Dubai has no mystery and expectations for Winston.
"I haven't lived," Hunt said. "I heard that the water park there is OK, have you ever played?"
"I don't play with those things very much. If you want to go, go together."
Hunt had a sense of dialogue between father and son.
"So what are you interested in?"
"Horse riding, skiing, golf, sailing."
"Really noble," Hunt whispered.
"You don't want to go with me?" Winston asked, turning his face.
"None of these."
"I teach you."
"That's pretty much the same." Hunt laughed.
"This season is over, go together."
"Okay!"
They arrived at the Sapporo airport, changed their boarding passes, and boarded the plane.
While Hunt was lining up to board the plane, someone just stopped him.
"Hunter, I didn't expect to meet you here!"
As soon as Hunter looked back, he saw Audrey Wilson. She still had a SLR camera on her chest, a bag on her back, a casual jacket, and jeans to make her legs more attractive.
Hunter smiled. "Are you on vacation in Sapporo? Who do you interview?"
"Hahaha ... if you tell me, you can't laugh." Audrey walked to Hunter and whispered, "I heard Ferrari said that Winston came to Sapporo for vacation, so he came here for vacation too Maybe you can meet by chance? "
Audrey blinked.
Although it was a joke tone, Hunter could feel that Audrey really appreciated Winston.
"What do you want to do after the encounter?" Hunter asked half-jokingly.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: Wow! You made a lot of investments! Have you invested in a bar or club?
Winston: Yeah.
Hunter: Not like your style!
Winston: Just fit your taste.
Hunter: Wow! And hotels!
Winston: It's easy to sleep you all over the world.
Hunter: How come there are airlines?
Winston: I know where you run.
Hunter: ...