Chapter 62: Hunt's "talent"

As soon as Hunter exhaled, Irving suddenly said, "Oh, Hunter, why don't you even look at Winston? Winston always looks at you!" Irving used a teasing voice. Say.
"Why ... what!"
Hunt's ears couldn't be more red.
Charles sighed and said to Hunt: "You little kid is too thin-skinned. Look at me, what this thing says, I will give him white-eye. If you blush, sorry, you lose! "
"Char ..." Hunt looked at him.
"What?" Charles asked angrily.
"I admire you!"
"Oh? Didn't you worship me before? Many riders entered Formula One because they worshiped me!" Shire showed his iconic arrogant smile.
"Ah? Someone has entered Formula 1 because they worship you? Who?" Owen looked surprised and curious.
"Enzo of the Lotus team! India's Maiden!" Shire looked at Irving proudly.
"Oh ... they're so tasteless!" Owen shrugged.
Shire looked at him and kicked Irving's chair again. Who knew that Irving even raised his leg and kicked him.
Probably hitting Shire's tibia, the guy snorted and stared hard at Irving.
Irving did nothing like that, grabbing Hunter's shoulder and saying, "Hunter got into Formula 1 because he admired me! And he won you this race, hahaha!"
Huntton lived: "When will I worship you!"
"Isn't it?" Irving's gaze gazed at him, as if to warn Hunter something.
The guy knew that Hunt had nodded obediently at the thought of doing so much to winston.
At this time, Hunter's cell phone rang and it was a call from Marcus.
"Hey, Marcus?"
"where are you now?"
"I'm eating beef burger in the news center. What's wrong?"
"Did you record the interview with Winston?"
No ... Marcus has to think again?
"Winston appeared in that interview for less than five minutes, but I was ..." Absolutely not going to the Ferrari team was interrupted by Marcus.
"Do you know that there are Versace chief designers and his wife in the audience? She liked you very much, and then this time you and Winston wore suits for interviews. She thinks your temperament is very consistent with his husband's design And the designer likes you both too! Versace had already signed Winston to film their advertising for autumn graphic fashion before the season. They have been following you since the Silverstone race. Japan After the race, they sent a contract! Let you take a picture with Winston! "
"Ha?" Hunter felt that his ears were broken. When did he look like it was related to the fashion of the top brands?
The most important thing is that Winston has always been fashionable, how to say ... is the impressive temperament that catches people's eyes in front of the camera. But he is like this ... is it too far?
"I have promised to go down! The shooting location was in New York. Although the time was a bit tight, it only took two days. It happened that the race between Singapore and Singapore was two weeks away! After you finished shooting, you will be with Winston. Hurry to Singapore! "
Hunt wanted to say ... Marcus was crazy? How to schedule an advertising shoot during the season?
"Do n’t you find it interesting to shoot with Winston? Winston is mainly a formal series and you are a casual series. Versace's designers want you to be in the same frame, to collide and contrast the two qualities of elegance and leisure. , And the two of you are very tacit and able to combine the two styles without being obtrusive! "
Hunt moved a little carefully.
But he also felt that the print advertising was tedious, and he didn't like taking pictures, so he didn't want to agree at all.
But ... with Winston for advertising ...
"Are you ... signed yet?"
"Versace is also very interested in sponsoring us! The chief designer has a great say. After seeing you at the Abu Dhabi Palace Hotel, he said it inspired inspiration and even designed a casual suit for you! They sent it over Our contract was reviewed and approved by our legal consultants! After reading your interview today, I feel even better! I hope you will complete the autumn print advertising with Winston! "
As soon as this sentence came out, Hunter suddenly felt that he could not refuse.
Finished the burger.
The driver is not the soul of the team ... the sponsorship is! Irving and Shire are still chatting about each other because of the dark powder incident, and occasionally quarrel with each other.
After the burger was eaten and his stomach was full, Hunt couldn't remember any taste.
Charles was dissatisfied with Irving, but still carried his pockets and followed him back to the hotel.
Hunt and Winston walked along this street, and neither of them intended to stop the car back to the hotel.
"Hey, you were just under the table ... what ... what?"
Hunter asked in a serious tone.
He hopes that Winston will face the problem squarely.
"What did I do?"
"Have you asked what you did? You use my shoes to kick my trouser legs! I avoid you once and you change another leg!"
"Oh--you didn't say last time that Irving taught you how to seduce me, but last time you stomped Irving with your feet under the table."
"Ah ... why do you remember that!"
Hunt wanted to scratch his hair again.
"Don't let Irving teach you anymore."
"what?"
"I can teach you myself." Winston leaned to Hunter's ear. "Did you just learn it?"
His voice was still so low, Hunter's careful liver trembled.
"I ... I don't need to seduce you at all now!"
Obviously you guys have long been against me!
"That's a pity. I also want to tell you how you can seduce me, just follow it. Irving can never teach you how to seduce me." Winston answered.
The smile in his voice made Hunt feel again.
"Then I'm really curious, how can I seduce you!"
"In fact, you always do this kind of thing. The way to the burger shop just now is a very successful example. Completely Evan Hunt style." Winston said with a smile.
"Evan Hunt style? Like, for example? Why don't I know?"
Does Hunt know he still has style?
"For example, on the track, you were fighting against me, and you definitely surpassed my posture, which made me very excited and almost reacted in the car."
Winston's voice was in Hunter's ears, dumb and fatally attractive.
"Hey! You old hooligan! What the were you thinking when driving F1!"
"The whole game turned into torture, and I had to let it end as soon as possible ... otherwise I would go crazy."
Hunt's ears sounded like the sound of a Formula One engine, the temperature under the racing suit, and the thirst for restlessness.
"After the game, I locked myself in the bathroom and comforted myself while thinking of you."
Hunter certainly knows what it means to "comfort myself".
"You ... you can shut up."
Hunter reached out and covered the other person's mouth, not wanting to let the guy talk anymore, but the palm of his hand had just been covered, and he was pinched by someone's soft stuff.
As if burned halfway, Huntrick retracted his hand and looked at Winston in surprise.
"You ... you guy ..."
"Every time I'm about to be released, you guys' text messages come one after another."
It was only at this time that Hunter understood why it was a long time before the text message he sent to this guy was answered after the Abu Dhabi race was over!
"My phone is always shaking. Thinking of it is you, I will feel right away."
"Enough! Enough! I don't want to listen anymore! It's not that I seduce you at all! It's your own brain that has a problem ..."
"Yes, because I have a problem in my head, you can seduce me by sending a text message."
God, who will save him!
Fann Winston is a lunatic!
"Stop, I don't want to listen to this anymore!"
"All right, let's change one."
"What the hell! Do you have any more?"
"Do you know that you enjoy playing with your phone on your bed?" Winston asked.
"I know. What's wrong!" Although Hunt didn't know what Winston was going to say, his ears and neck must be red again.
"From your shoulders, to your back, to your waist, especially the lines below the waist ..."
Hunter suddenly understood: "Don't allow you to think wildly! I can think of everything when I am lying on the bed and playing with a mobile phone, you have a problem in your mind!"
"Yeah, I just have a problem in my head, so when I see you, I want to open the back collar of your t-shirt, bite your neck and neck ... I want to pull your t-shirt up ... "
"Fuck-you're enough!" Hunt felt that he was really going to explode.
Winston is too sick!
Can't you face up to play with your mobile phone?
"You don't like this? Then we can change another one."
"Don't change, I don't want to listen!"
"Do you not want to listen or learn? You can play it and say something similar to me." Winston's lips were obviously smiling.
Hunt hit him with his elbow: "I don't want to learn!"
"It's a pity. Because I really want to say."
"What else can you say? You all made up!"
"Why should I edit it?" Winston chuckled. "Ah, there's one more. It's definitely not like editing."
"what?"
Asking the exit, Hunt regretted it. Why do you ask yourself where is this old hooligan's opponent?
You should turn away without interest!
"Did you almost fall in the bathroom of the Sailing Hotel that time?"
"Ah? When I asked you to come in and give me clothes, you didn't even look at me!" Hunter got angry when he thought of this!
"You sit in the bathtub, you can't see anything, what's nice about me? Or do you want me to step straight into the bathtub to kill you?" Winston asked in reverse, and suddenly Hunter felt that what he was doing at that time was really true. very dangerous!
Irving is not a good thing!
Just as Hunter exhaled, Winston said calmly: "Later, you slipped in the bathroom, and as soon as I entered, I saw you hanging by the bathtub, nothing."
The moment Hunter remembered immediately, he thought he would strain and scare his heart.
"The first thing I saw when I walked in was your hips. There are still water stains on your body. Looking in the light, it's like waiting for me to bite."
Hunt shuddered and immediately took a half step to the other side.
"I ... I tell you ... I ... I ... not intentional!"
"I know you didn't do it on purpose. But at that glance, I wanted to put you on the ground, listening to you crying and begging me to let you go." Winston's voice was full of strength, as if Hunter really would He tortured to the limit.
As if he had touched the prey of the fierce beast's fangs, Hunter looked at each other stupidly. The moment of madness in his mind immediately invaded Hunt's brain. He seemed to see himself being pressed on the tiled floor of the bathroom, unable to support himself, struggling to keep slipping, crying and begging the other party to let him go.
Hunt was stiff. He didn't know that Winston was looking at Hunt's expression in silence, and every slight mood swing was captured by the other party.
Including his panic.
"Fool." Winston sounded with a joke.
"Ah?" Hunter raised his eyes.
Winston's hand gently stroked his face: "How could I be willing to treat you like that."
Hunt paused, apparently still scared, but suddenly distressed by that sentence.
"Well ... Are you flying to New York tomorrow to print print ads for Versace?"
"Yeah. You have to follow me tomorrow, don't you?"
Hunter raised his hand and gently dragged Winston's tie, saying in a dragging tone: "Hey-I'm not with you. It just happens to have the same business activities as you! And Marcus will definitely Let the PR department send an assistant to follow me! "
"Really? I'm not the same as you. I'm not a kid who needs someone to watch and obediently finish the work." Winston said with a smile on his lips.
"Cut ..." Hunt's hand was about to be lowered, but Winston clasped it.
"Actually, Hunter, you have always been talented to seduce me." Winston turned his face to the side. "I thought you were pulling my tie ... just to kiss me."
"How could I kiss you on the street!"
"Yeah, it's a pity."
Winston let go of Hunt's hand.
The two kept walking forward and finally came to the hotel.
Hunt thought Winston would follow him, but he didn't expect him to just stop at the hotel door.
"Hunter."
"Huh?" Hunt turned around.
"I'm going to fly to New York at night."
"Oh ..." Hunt was a little lost.
"See you in New York."
Hunter didn't walk into the hotel, but stood there watching Winston go.
When he came to the door of his room, he found that there was no rose on the door.
Hunt froze. Was it Winston's gift to himself?
But this guy is always with him. Where can I do this?
Hunt picked up the flowers and opened the door.
At this time, the public relations manager called and told him that the team had ordered him to return to New York that night.
I wipe, why don't you say it earlier!
Then he can go with Winston!
He had to pack up quickly and drive to the airport.
Hunter wanted to tell Winston, but then thought about it, if it was the same flight, it would surprise him!
Although he didn't expect him to show a surprise expression at all!
Hunter once again used the technology of random jams, packed his luggage in five minutes, and urged the PR assistant to leave.
There was only one flight back to New York at night, and Hunter was sure he would meet Winston.
When they reached the VIP lounge, Hunter saw Winston with the newspaper at a glance.
Although his face was covered by the newspaper, that leg Hunter would never admit it.
Hunt squinted and smiled, snuck out a newspaper, found another place away from Winston, and sat down.
The PR assistant was about to report to Marcus that they had arrived at the airport, and Hunter made a quiet gesture to the other party.
Five minutes later, Hunter came quietly behind Winston, leaning against his ear with his breath.
"The stars are for you. Did you miss me?"
Winston raised his head stupidly, and saw Hunter's hand reach out in front of him, and a few stars from the newspaper fell off.
Winston catches quickly.
"Don't grab too hard, it will chop off!"
Hunt smirked on the back of Winston's chair.
Anyway, this time, Winston asked him to grab these stars and return to New York, so he wouldn't ignore him.
Winston didn't speak, but picked up himself, and the stars that fell on him, and put them in his jacket pocket.
Hunter just wanted to turn to Winston and sit down. The other man suddenly reached out, clasped his back, and squeezed him down.
He kissed the corner of his lips, licked the tip of his tongue in the slightly sunken area, and let go of him.
"Of course I miss you."
Hunt was startled, only to discover that Winston kept the newspaper in his other hand, and no one found what they had just done.
There was a clear smile in Winston's eyes.
After a few minutes, it was time to board.
After sitting in the cabin, Hunter found that Winston was sitting in the front of the first class, and he was sitting in the back of the first class.
So disappointed ...
Hunter removed the blindfold and put it on his eyes.
When the plane took off and entered a stable state, someone approached the PR assistant.
"May I change positions with you?"
Winston's voice sounded, and Hunt's heart tightened with the ending.
"Of course ... of course ..."
The PR assistant got up and gave up the position to Winston.
"Thank you."
Because it was a night flight, it didn't take long before the lights on the plane went out.
Winston leaned into Hunter's ear and whispered, "You're not asleep, you can take off the blindfold."
Hunt was unwilling: Did you say I didn't fall asleep, did I fall asleep? I just fell asleep!
Seeing that Hunt did not respond, Winston just chuckled.
"In three minutes, you will take off your blindfold."
Hunter thinks this guy is too arrogant.
What he didn't expect was that Winston raised his hand.
Hunter couldn't help trembling as his fingertips slipped over the slightly cold lips.
Fortunately, the plane encountered bumps in the airflow.
Hunter adjusted his breathing and continued motionless.
He didn't believe that this guy dared to kiss his finger all the time!
But Hunt underestimated Winston.
This guy was getting more arrogant, and the tip of his tongue went between the and the ring finger along the finger, where the skin was licked by the tip of Winston's tongue, and Hunter was about to retract his hand.
Hunter had never thought about it in his life. Someone could kiss his hand so clear.
When Hunter heard the sound of a flight attendant walking in front, Winston had kissed his wrist without any intention of stopping.
Hunt had to take back his hand and take off his blindfold and stared at the other side.
"Are you awake?" Winston had no expression on his face.
The flight attendant just passed by them and almost saw it.
"Or, always awake."
Under such darkness, the brightest is Winston's eyes, which hides the sense of distance, like the silent warm sea water.
"Night flight, don't you sleep ... Are you chatting?"
Time is not much, only a few hours of sleep after the plane is off, it is time to start shooting Versace.
Time is scary.
"We can do things without making a sound."
"what?"
"And it's something you should learn about."
Hunt seemed to realize what Winston wanted to do. He was trying to avoid the window, and Winston had kissed him.
There was no sense of oppression. He picked Hunter over the tip of his tongue and opened his lips with his lips. When his lip was opened, his tongue was fully extended.
Hunt stopped breathing, and all feelings were taken away by the tip of Winston's tongue.
Hunter closed his eyes and said clearly that he would not make a sound, but the sound of sucking became more and more obvious.
Hunt was nervously afraid of being found out what they were doing, but didn't want to push away Winston just like that.
It wasn't until the flight attendant came back from the other end of the plane that Winston let go of him.
"Now you can sleep."
Hunt's heart was still beating.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Winston: I love night flights.
Hunter: Because it's cheap?
Winston: Because when everyone is asleep after turning off the lights, don't you think there is a lot of room for play?
Hunter: What to play?
Winston: Play on you.