Chapter 50: Routines are useless

More than four in the morning, Hunter didn't have the slightest sleepiness.
Winston's text message is still on his phone: Will he go to Dubai tomorrow?
Why ask me to play with you?
The world is so big, will no one else go with you?
What about your teammates?
Do you know that I have turned you around like this in my head?
... so annoying!
Hunt grabbed his cigarette and left the hotel room.
Came to the side of the road, leaning on the telephone pole, Hunter held the lighter with a click, and Hunter turned back subconsciously, thinking that Winston would appear behind him again.
However, there was no one.
Hunt was disappointed inexplicably.
The cigarette was lit, but he didn't put it in his lips.
Because he suddenly thought that he was used to sharing a cigarette with that guy.
Hunter closed his eyes and raised his head, letting the smoke burn silently.
He didn't sleep all night, but he wasn't tired at all.
"Hey, are you playing a telephone pole?"
A smile sounded, and as soon as Hunter opened his eyes, he saw Owen in sportswear looking at himself with a towel on his shoulders.
It turned out to be this guy!
Hunter's first reaction was to turn around and leave, but after thinking about it, the telephone pole was not their home, and he couldn't control where he wanted to stay.
Owen sat on the floor beside Hunter, this guy should get up early and do morning exercises.
He is a veteran figure in the hands of a racing car. He can continue to achieve his peak level for many years, and his physical management on peace days is inseparable.
From this point of view, Irving is actually a very self-controlling guy.
Hunter suddenly admired him a little.
"Give me a cigarette." Irving hooked his fingers at Hunter.
Hunter threw a cigarette at him, and Owen took Hunter's lighter with him.
His smoking stance was different from Winston's restrained elegance, and Irving's smoking stance was a little deliberate.
"what is troubling you?"
"none of your business."
Owen laughed and flicked his smoke: "You're thinking about Vann Winston."
"Smoke your cigarettes." Hunt a little regretted having to deal with this guy.
"Hunter ... I didn't know what I really wanted when you were so old."
Owen's voice sounded a little sloppy. But Hunter didn't buy it, and the ghost knew what "conspiracy" was brewing.
The best response is silence.
"No one can see or figure out what I want. So you're lucky, Hunter. At least I can tell at a glance what you want," Owen said.
Hunt snorted softly: "Oh? I want to step you under my feet. I want to score more than you and Shire. Isn't it obvious?"
"You want Vann Winston to be with you forever. You are afraid he will leave you." Owen said with a smile.
All of Hunt's thoughts were caught by Irving at that instant, and he couldn't think about anything else.
Is he so obvious?
Obviously nobody in the entire team can see it!
"Do you know the most direct and effective way to keep someone from leaving you?"
This problem heated Hunter's eyes.
he does not know.
He really didn't know.
If he knew, his mother would not leave him, nor would his father.
"Hold him up, from here." Owen stood up and patted Hunter gently on the chest. "If you always have trouble and don't take a step, you will always stand at the door instead of pushing in. "
"What you say is so easy ... how should I hold him fast? There is nothing wrong with Shire. Winston's attention will always be the strong man in front of him! And I am not ... I am immature, I am not Calm down, I can be turned around by you, I'm still very cheated! What do I use to catch him? "
When Hunt realized what he was saying, it was too late.
But what about it?
At most, Owen was ridiculed. Even if he said it later, he could say he was nonsense. Anyway, Owen is usually bad, how many people can really believe him?
But Irving didn't laugh, instead raising his face to look at Hunt.
"You really don't understand what attracts Winston on your own?"
Yes, he doesn't understand.
When Winston approached him, it seemed that all the processes of understanding each other's shortcomings and tolerance were to be omitted.
"Because you are immature, you are not worldly. Because you are not calm, your response is real. Because you are so deceived, Winston can hide his emotions in front of you. Because you are strong, so he You must rush to the front in order to enjoy the glory chased by you. "
Owen said in a calm tone.
Hunt didn't even know how to answer him.
"But in fact, everything I said just now is nonsense." Owen smiled.
Hunt was immediately disappointed.
Sure enough those words are comforting or ridiculing him?
"Because you are Evan Hunt, Winston is unconditionally tolerant."
Hunter suddenly remembered when he had broken up with Winston. Obviously, if he hurts Winston, the guy remembers every word clearly, but asks him that no one of them can mention "severing ties."
"Now I give you ten seconds and you make a decision. I teach you to get him in his hands, or from now on I will never say that to you."
Owen raised his hand and showed off his sports watch.
Hunter was there.
Do you want Winston?
Do you want to take that step?
This is not a question of whether Irving can be trusted, but whether you should hold him tight?
Just as Irving let go of his hand, Hunter blurted out, "I want it!"
"Oh ... you're so simple!" Owen said with eyes widened.
"I don't know what you're planning. But Lawrence Irving, I swear if you use Winston to play with me, I will not only crush you on the track, I will smash your head down and give Shire kicked the ball! "Hunt tugged at Winston's collar, his gaze gushing into Irvine's eyes with coldness and oppression.
Owen was immobilized by his town.
There was no timid expression on Hunt's face, and Owen even felt murderous.
At that moment, he understood why this young man was able to take a rapid rush on the unpredictable Formula One circuit and fight to be a first-class driver in a weak team, because once he decided what he wanted, he would never Settle down peacefully, but meet God and kill God.
"Oh ... haven't Winston contacted you lately?" Irving patted the back of Hunt's hand and motioned to let go of him.
"He asked me if I would go to Dubai for a rest day."
"Then promise him! Dubai is a good place!" Irving smiled slightly.
Hunt tilted his head and looked at Irving. The "good place" in this guy's mouth was not simply a good place.
Ten minutes later, Winston received a call from Hunt.
"Hey? Winston? Our team drank hi last night, I didn't notice your text message! I should be back in the U.S. by Thursday, how about you?" Hunt suppressed his heartbeat, afraid The other party notices any clues and tries to keep his voice normal.
"I am also Thursday. Then go to Dubai together. You should not have been there."
"Yeah! I want to stay at the Sailing Hotel! I also want to play in the water park! And sand rush! And skydiving! And ..."
"We don't have enough time. I'll book a room at the Sailing Hotel first and wash the sand for tomorrow. The parachuting team won't allow it. How about I take you after we retreat?"
Hunter's heart was warm immediately.
There was him in Winston's life plan after his retirement.
"Okay!"
"We will fly directly from Dubai back to New York."
"Your plan must be fine!" Hunter said with a smile.
"That also requires you not to drop the chain. I rented a car and we drove to Dubai. You can continue to sleep in the car and enjoy the scenery of the desert city."
"Ha ha ha, okay!"
After Hunt hung up, he stood at the window with his hips folded, closed his eyes and took a hard breath.
Even if he didn't know what the end result was, Hunter was suddenly not afraid of the unknown.
It was Winston himself who said that no matter what happened, he would not easily say "absolute friendship".
Hunt decided to do what he wanted to do, which is like a Formula One contest. If he only wants to defend his position, he must be surpassed. Only by being prepared to overtake each other, will it be possible to cross the finish line first.
Ten minutes later, Hunter received a text message from Winston: I'll wait for you at the entrance of the hotel, and I'll get down.
"So fast?" Hunt scratched his head, and he confiscated nothing!
In order to keep Winston waiting, Hunter stuffed his clothes into his bag as quickly as possible, flung his shoulders and ran out.
Winston rented an off-road vehicle, and Hunter threw his luggage into the back seat, then took the co-pilot position and put on sunglasses.
"Safety belt," Winston said.
"What?" Hunter lazily pulled out his sunglasses and put them on, ready to tilt his head and start to sleep.
"Safety belts," Winston reminded again.
Hunter took out his phone and put on headphones to hear the music.
Winston leaned over, leaned against Hunter, stretched his arms, and pulled his seat belt, just about to press him, but smirked and leaned towards Winston's ear: "Hey, is anyone following You said, your ears are so beautiful? "
Hunt was expecting Winston to cover his ears and raise his eyes to look at him, but he didn't expect this guy to just buckle his seat belt and straighten his back, started the engine, and left the hotel.
The expression on his face hadn't changed.
Ah ... what ... so disappointed ...
Every time this guy approaches, he will feel embarrassed. He didn't react at all how he spoke against his ears.
Irving's guy taught nothing at all.
What "the way Winston makes your heartbeat, you treat him so, this is to fight back", maybe everything that Winston makes him embarrassed is not intentional to him at all, not much thought!
Hunt glanced at Winston's side through his sunglasses.
This guy also wears sunglasses and looks very fanciful.
Looking at it, Hunter's sleepiness came up, he closed his eyes and crooked his head before falling asleep, and made a shallow snoring sound.
The compartment became quiet, and the music from Hunter's headphones could be heard faintly.
The wind blew in through the window, throbbing Hunt's hair.
And the silent man next to him raised one hand and lightly touched the ear that Hunter had leaned against, and suppressed a sigh.
When the sun was about to set, they came to Dubai and the car drove to the door of the sailing hotel.
Hunt was still tilted on the seat, without any reaction, and Winston's fingers dipped into his hair and rubbed gently.
"Hmm ..." Hunter woke up, and when he straightened his back, the sunglasses slipped down and hung on his ears, and the whole person was a little silly.
"We're here," Winston said.
"Oh! This is the Sailing Hotel!" Hunter raised his face. "It's a little different from what's on the movie and on the web."
"How different?"
"A bit old."
"It's not a new hotel, after all." Winston got out of the car and lifted himself and Hunt's luggage.
Hunt followed, and came to the magnificent hotel lobby.
Hunt then found that Winston had booked only one room.
"Why is there only one room?" Hunt asked, but felt very happy.
I can sleep with Winston again as if I was in Noboribetsu!
"There are suites in the Clipper Hotel. Do you think we need to stay in two suites and use a cell phone to send a message?" Winston's tone was taken for granted.
"Of course, stay together!" Hunter said for granted.
Every suite in the hotel is equipped with a butler, and Hunter follows the butler to the hotel room.
The first to third floors were almost all taken by tourists. The rooms booked by Winston are relatively high and can be relatively clean.
"I wanted to book a presidential suite, but it was already reserved."
"presidential suite?"
"Well. On the 25th floor, there is a cinema with two bedrooms and two living rooms overlooking Dubai."
"Oh ... wait for next year's Grand Prix, and I invite you to sleep in the Presidential Suite." Hunter blinked proudly at Winston.
I don't want to sleep in the presidential suite! Two bedrooms? Who wants two bedrooms?
Winston turned his face to the side, Hunter pushed his head over, and he found Winston smiling, though shallow.
"Why are you laughing?"
"You ask me to sleep here?" Winston asked.
"Isn't it good here?" Hunt asked.
"There are better places."
"Then I'll invite you to sleep better," Hunter answered.
The housekeeper was about to explain the various functions in the suite, and Hunter could not wait to rush to the bedroom upstairs.
Facing the bed was a floor-to-ceiling window, and the Persian Gulf in the sunset had a panoramic view.
Hunter stood at the window, making a soft "Wow".
Winston said to the housekeeper: "I know all these features, and I will call you if something happens."
The steward left with a smile.
Winston walked upstairs, carrying the luggage of the two, and Hunt was already lying on that big bed and didn't know what was laughing.
The silk tent drooped, and Winston could see his waist and hips in the gap, changing constantly as Hunt rolled.
"Winston! Winston! Come and see! So funny!"
"What's so funny?"
Winston paused his baggage sorting, stretched out his tent, and sat next to Hunter.
Hunter pointed to the heart-shaped rose petals placed in the middle of the bed: "Ha ha ha ha! Is this honeymoon? Not just roses, but chocolate and red wine!"
"These are all uniformly arranged," Winston said.
Hunt squinted and smiled, placing his hands under his head and looking at the seascape ahead.
"Do you like it?" Winston asked softly.
His gaze drew slowly down Hunter's legs, along the waist of his t-shirt, and he sank deep into it.
Hunt's heart was tickling.
He sat up, leaned intentionally to Winston, looked into his eyes, and said softly in a tone similar to him, "Like."
After speaking, he fell back into the bed, his face covered with a silk quilt, and turned around several times, getting the petals of the rose all over.
Winston got up and returned to the closet to pack his luggage.
Hunt glanced over his face, glanced at the other side of Ying Ting, took the phone, and sent a text message to Irving: What you taught me was useless!
Irving soon replied to him: Don't worry, quantitative changes cause qualitative changes.
Take out a cheesy emoji.
Hunter immediately deleted the text message and destroyed the evidence.
At this time, Winston rubbed Hunter's jacket out of his bag, shook it hard, and hung it in the closet.
The sound of Hunter tearing down the chocolate came from the bed.
Winston stood there, closing his eyes, pinching his waist with his fingers, exhaling deep from his throat.
"Where do we eat at night?"
Hunt carried the chocolate in the shape of a sailing ship to Winston's side, and shoved another chocolate into his mouth.
Winston rolled his face sideways, and Hunt stiffened his hands in disappointment.
"I don't eat chocolate here, it's too sweet," Winston replied.
"Oh……"
Hunt was disappointed again.
This does not fit the routine at all! At this time, whether you like chocolate or not, shouldn't you eat it if you like me? By the way kiss my finger or something?
Winston doesn't follow the routine at all! That way, he ca n’t follow the routine designed by Irving!
"I booked a seafood restaurant and took a submarine to the underwater restaurant. Remember to wear a suit, not sports shoes."
"Ah? My suit and shoes are with the PR manager ..."
Why do you need a suit and leather shoes when you come out?
"It doesn't matter, you can rent it from the hotel."
"It would be great!"
He didn't want to miss the underwater restaurant at all.
Within a few minutes, the housekeeper came to their suite, carrying a suit.
Hunter took it apart and looked a little surprised: "Oh, it's Versace!"
"New spring and summer. You try it."
Winston had taken off his t-shirt with his back to Hunt. The lines on his shoulders showed force, and Hunter couldn't help but keep looking.
Without the slightest exaggeration, all the ups and downs are just right.
Winston put on his shirt and dragged his collar sharply, which made Hunt inexplicably think of the undress yesterday.
"Why don't you change?" Winston turned and asked.
Hunt touched his chin, remembering Irving's key lesson: "Every part you like about him should be shameless." He gave a smile: "Your shoulders and your back are beautiful."
"Would you like me to introduce you to a fitness coach?" Winston asked.
"Introduced to me, I can't exercise the lines like you, which makes people want a bite in particular."
Winston didn't look back, dropped the jeans, and two straight legs were right in front of Hunter.
"All bite off," Hunt added, staring straight down at his leg.
Winston put on the blazer, his figure was more obvious, and he threw the jacket he had replaced on Hunter's face.
"Hang up your clothes. You haven't changed your shirt till now."
Hunt was disappointed again.
He said he wanted to "cut it all off", but this guy didn't even say anything? Anyway, let me down with him?
Hunt had just ripped off the coat over his head, and it was Winston's eyes that squeaked against him. The opponent put one hand in his pocket and turned his face to look at him, as if he was about to kiss him, and Hunter almost stunned.
"What do you want to bite?"
"Nothing ..." Hunt leaned back subconsciously.
"Aren't you going to bite it all?" Winston's voice was soft, and Hunt's head was filmed in layers.
"I ... I'm kidding!"
"So where do you mean you're kidding me?" Winston continued.
"I mean the lines on your back!"
"Oh ... what a pity, just the back line."
Winston straightened his spine, and the feeling of oppression finally eased. Hunt was about to exhale, but was bounced hard by the other's fingers.
"Oh!"
"The next time I make this joke, it doesn't hurt my head." Winston got up and went to the bathroom.
Hunt tilted his head. It wasn't the head that was hurting. Can you really beat me?
Hunt took off his t-shirt and kicked off his casual trousers. Hook your fingers over the shirt and put it on.
At this time, Marcus called and said for a long time about the interview arrangements for the US race.
Hunt clasped his cell phone while clasping his button, and when he reached the penultimate one, he found that he had buckled the wrong place.
"Oh shit……"
"What? Are you scolding me?" Marcus seemed to frizz.
"No no no! I mean buttons!"
"You stupid boy! I kindly adjusted your vacation for you, and you even scolded me!"
"I really didn't scold you!" Hunt sighed helplessly.
At this time someone stood behind him, clasped his waist, and turned him around.
It's Winston.
He lowered his eyes, his fingers touching Hunter's shirt buttons, and untied them one by one.
From time to time, his fingertips slipped across Hunter's skin, and the soft, unintentional feeling made Hunter so impressed.
I don't know if it's an illusion. Winston's knuckles occasionally passed the two most sensitive points on Hunt's chest, which made Hunt answer the call with his shoulders subconsciously.
Winston's fingers pinched Hunter's shirt placket, and he pulled it down slightly, Hunter bowed his head subconsciously. When Winston raised his eyes to look at him, the feeling of kissing was more obvious.
The heart was pounding.
Hunt had an urge to bite like this.
He could only stop this urge, holding the phone to pretend that the neck was not comfortable, so he turned his face to the side, just as Winston was wearing a bow tie for him, Hunter resisted the heart beating and stuck his face Go up.
At the moment of contact, Hunter felt that there were tens of thousands of fireworks in his heart, and even Marcus could not hear what he said.
He thought that Winston would leave immediately, but when Winston turned to the other side, his lips seemed to touch the corners of his lips.
Hunt's heart lifted, what should I do? What should he say to cover up? Or just look at Winston's response?
Owen didn't pay him at all!
But Winston took Hunter's blazer as usual, and hugged it on Hunter's shoulder.
"Hand," Winston reminded.
Hunt was stingy all over. He reached into his sleeve, and Winston's fingers pinched the cuffs to stretch him.
His nails were right in the palm of Hunter's palm, and by the time Hunter reacted, he had grabbed his finger.
Blood was pouring towards the palm.
Hunter could only pretend that he didn't realize anything and called Marcus "attentively".
"I don't answer this question! This question is fake!"
"Do you want to die!" Marcus continued growling at the other end of the phone.
Winston's fingers slipped out of Hunt's palm.
This made Hunter lose immediately.
Winston wore a suit pants waist and half-knelt in front of Hunt. He ran his fingers across Hunter's knees, signalling that Hunter lifted his legs and reached in.
The moment Winston lifted his chin, Hunter suddenly realized that he was wearing only bottoms! And from this perspective, Winston's sight should be exactly the same as Little Hunt!
At that moment, Hunter only felt the feeling of falling in the lower abdomen for a while, and he was almost going to react!
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: The routine is useless!
Winston: The routine is too shallow.
Hunter: Then I'll learn some advanced routines!
Winston: The routine is too deep, you are going to hurt.
And to what extent does Hunt upgrade the routine, can Winston not be able to reverse the routine?