Chapter 65: Prince and the Beast

Between the messy rose crevices, Hunter dragged Winston forward, his voice proud and unrestrained: "I am your king. If I tell you to fall, you will fall, I tell you to cry, you You have to cry for me. "
Winston's surprised look Hunter didn't get a chance to see, his throat squirmed, just looked at Hunter's back coldly.
"I rub ... don't you say this boy is innocently sexy? I think it's arrogantly sexy!" Carlos's shutter was cramped when he pressed his finger.
Rosie sighed: "He should be lucky, we are all here. Otherwise ..."
"Otherwise Winston would have stabbed him here." Carlos smiled indifferently.
The beast murdered the prince next.
"I don't want to be killed by you ..." Hunt was distracted.
Why is there such a shooting theme?
"It's as if I've eaten it," Winston said.
"cut……"
Hunter was lowering his head to study whether a flower in his hand was a rose or a European rose. He slumped, one hand clasped his chin and forced him to raise his head. He was facing the blue pair of Winston. The colored eyes, strong possessive as if to break through the seal of that ocean, kill Hunter.
At the same time, Winston held a rose in his hand, its sharp stem piercing Hunter's chest fiercely.
It was pinned exactly on a button, but the pain at that moment was so real.
Hunt felt as if he had been pierced and destroyed.
He opened his eyes and looked at Winston, and the incredible terror was captured by two photographers.
"Awesome ..." Rossi sighed.
"I have a hunch ... that kid will cry and cry tonight." Carlos' tone became worse.
"Come on ... I don't think Winston is willing."
Hunt hit Winston with his elbow: "Nima! Scared me!"
Winston released his hands and motioned to Hunter not to be nervous, and then the rose in his hand fell to the ground.
"Photography has just started and you are still playing." Winston said.
"I was scared that you would have nightmares at night!"
Winston lied to him: "So you think I'll kill you?"
"No ..."
I thought ... would be more serious than killing me.
"Another one! Just fine! The beast murdered the prince, Winston! Kill him again!" Carlos exclaimed.
"Still to be killed?" Hunt's expression looked like he was about to cry. "How many times do you tell me to be killed!"
Losey couldn't help laughing as he looked at the camera.
"To be killed many times!" Carlos replied.
Winston came to Hunter and whispered, "You just couldn't do it again with the natural expression just now, right?"
"Crap." Hunt looked at Winston puzzledly. "Why have I become a prince, and you have become a beast? This is not in line with everyone's perception!"
"I want you to be carefree, heartless and heartless, and always believe in my prince. Thinking about it, step by step, isn't it better for me than you?" Winston said, looking at Hunt's eyes.
Carefree, heartless and lungless ... Maybe in the eyes of many people, such as Marcus, he will feel like this.
But only Hunter himself knew that from a long time ago he was destined to be carefree.
But Winston said, "I want you to be carefree, heartless, and always believe in my prince", which means that he always knew him.
"Okay," Hunt said with a smile.
"Trust me then." Winston unbuttoned his tie and put it lightly on Hunter's eyes.
He tightened his tie, and at that moment Hunter saw nothing.
He only knew that Winston had put the rose in his hand, shook his hand, and lifted it.
Hunt felt nothing important, because his back felt the heartbeat of Winston, and the back of his hand was the temperature of Winston's palm.
Both Rosie and Carlos froze.
The picture in front of him was Hunter, who could not see anything, holding the rose in his hand, but Winston held Hunter's hand, and stuck the tip of the rose to his neck.
"How could I be willing to kill you. Even if you refuse to give yourself to me."
Winston whispered in Hunt's ear.
Hunter's shoulders shook instantly, and his voice was so cold that he suddenly wanted to hug him.
The shooting of Million Rose Manor ended at four in the afternoon.
The best daylight has passed.
Versace's stylist told them they could keep the clothes worn by the last set of photos as a memorial. In the future, Hunter will attend any dinner and business event, and Versace will tailor clothes for him. Hunter suddenly feels that this is also very good. At least I won't dress like a hotel waitress anymore.
Rossi and Hunter hug farewell: "I will send you the magazine. Be careful not to fall in love with yourself."
"Hahaha, your level is really so high that you can make me fall in love with myself?" Hunt said jokingly.
"No matter how good the photography technology is, it is impossible to make ugliness beautiful and make mediocrity special. We are only good at catching moments." Losey whispered in Hunter's ears and whispered, "Don't fear his madness .Because you are the only one in his world who cares. "
Hunt's heart shook.
"Thank you."
Hunt and Winston returned to the city by car.
They booked a flight from New York to Singapore tomorrow afternoon. Marcus was humane, knowing that Hunter's hard work would make him sleep late tomorrow morning.
"I want to go back to my apartment and get my clothes."
"Okay, I'll go with you."
"I'm actually curious, do you never have to go back to your own home in the UK to get something?"
"My assistant will help me do these things."
Hunt remembered that Winston had a life assistant.
so envious……
Back in his apartment, when the elevator door opened, he happened to meet the girlfriend of Mr. Bodybuilder next door.
The other smiled when he saw Hunter, and blinked when he saw Winston.
Hunter was a little stunned, glanced back at Winston, and realized that the other side wasn't squinting.
Out of the elevator, Winston said, "She knows I'm with you."
"Ah? Then she winks with you?"
"She's just teasing me and you."
Hunt came to the door, about to take out the key, and found that there was a rose on his door.
"Huh?" Hunt just took it off strangely, but Winston grabbed his finger.
"be careful."
"No ... not from you?" Hunt asked.
"If it's from me, I'll deliver it directly to you."
There was a card on the rose, and Hunt was about to see it, but Winston took it away.
"What? It's written on it?"
"You have fanatics too." Winston's fingers tightened, and the card was completely wrinkled.
Looking at the cold breath emanating from him, Hunter really dare to ask what was written on the card.
When he lowered his head, took out the key, and opened the door, it seemed that the door slit had touched something, and Hunt found something like an envelope.
Is it a love letter?
Hunt swallowed, and he dared not stoop to pick it up and glanced at Winston.
The other's brows frowned, and he bent down and picked up the envelope.
Open it and look at all the photos!
Winston's fingers gripped those photos, and the knuckles were blanching.
His gaze made Hunt look murderous.
"What's that photo?"
"Someone follows you."
"What?" Hunter was dumbfounded, reaching for the photo.
Some of these photos were talking to the staff, some even didn't pull the curtains to change clothes in the hotel room, some were just out of the hotel room door, and he was walking and playing with his mobile phone ... almost all of them He was photographed when he was alone.
"I ... why don't I know ..."
Winston had taken the cell phone to the police and informed Marcus that he must not leave Hunter alone.
"No wonder, when I left Travis, there was a rose on the door!"
"That guy knows your hotel address, knows your apartment in New York, knows your schedule. I've called the police, and the police will call the nearby monitors. Before you can find out who this person is, you should be by my side. "Winston's palm struck Hunter's forehead.
"I know."
If you do n’t say, I dare not stay alone!
Winston made a phone call, and the laundry brought back the clothes Hunter had last washed, and Winston sorted out some for the other.
Then he picked up the clothes that Hunter often wore, very quickly.
"Let's go. You can't live here anymore until the end of the season."
"Where do I live?" Hunt scratched his head.
"You don't live with me, where do you want to go?" Winston frowned, and Hunt had nothing to say.
Winston apparently took the sneak shot of Hunter very seriously and even contacted a well-known law firm in New York to follow up the police investigation.
"Maybe it's just some crazy fan?"
"Crazy and lunatic are two different things. I'm crazy crazy about you too, but I won't shoot you with a telescope across from your hotel." Winston said coldly.
Hunt touched the tip of his nose and thought that when he was playing in Dubai, didn't you also take many photos of me secretly?
But thinking of Owen's encounter, Hunt could not help but worry.
They booked a hotel near the airport, which meant that Hunter could sleep well.
After sitting in the bed, he texted with Owen.
Hunter: I also have a crazy fan sticking roses on my door, and sneaking pictures of me in the crack of my door.
Hunt wasn't trying to show off to Irving. He just wanted to be like Calvin, even if he had a lunatic.
Owen: Hahaha, I don't know what happened, the lunatic hasn't come to haunt me recently. Maybe he went to you!
Hunter: Your black powder is a man?
Owen: What he does is very logical, not like a crazy woman. Besides, you can do this kind of crazy man and woman candidly. But the photos are washed out and given to you to see, most of them are men. The words of women are more inclined to collect your photos, they make a puppet, and roll the sheets with you. "
At this point, Winston finished the shower and came to the bed.
"Are you texting with Irving again?"
Hunter could hear his displeasure in Winston's voice.
"That ... that ... Owen said that the person who sneaked me was mostly a man?"
"What's wrong? Your desire to roll sheets with crazy female fans is shattered?" Winston asked.
"..." Hunter wanted to say that since he was scared by you guy, he never thought about rolling the sheets again!
"That person is very likely to be a man. I said earlier that you have the potential to attract perverted fans." Winston lowered his head and edited the text message. "That rose is still very fresh, indicating that the other party is coming soon We are back. The police called out the two-day monitoring downstairs of the apartment, and a guy in a sweater and hood entered your apartment building. "
"Sweatshirt? Hood?" Hunter frowned. "Why does it sound like the guy sneaking into Irving's room and killing cockroaches?"
"Be careful yourself." Winston raised his hand and rubbed Hunter's head. "Sleep. We will fly to Singapore tomorrow."
Hunt glanced at the hotel's window sill, and Winston said, "I've closed the curtains and it's locked."
"Okay." Hunter pulled the quilt down, thinking about it, but he still felt a little inward. He stretched his arms and caught Winston.
The tip of his nose pinched his cheek, then kissed his lips.
For the first time, Hunter felt that the intensity of the kiss and was not a threat, but filled himself with a sense of security.
With this sleep, Hunter slept until noon.
Winston got up earlier than Hunter, but didn't wake him up, but browsed the mobile news by the bedside.
Hunter is rare like a child. One leg rests on Winston's leg. The whole man is wrapped around Winston's waist, his forehead is against the other side, and he knocks him subconsciously when he hits his mouth.
Winston moved his phone and looked at Hunter with his arms around, his fingers lightly stroking Hunter's ears, and his thumb gently rubbed his cheek.
"Um ... uh ..." Hunt murmured.
Winston looked at him for a long time, and it wasn't until eleven o'clock that Hunt murmured in his stomach before he sat up.
He touched his phone and glanced at the time: "I can really sleep!"
"Yeah." Winston lifted the quilt and walked to the bathroom. "Let's count, let's go to the airport for lunch and then fly to Singapore."
"Well! Suddenly I feel full of energy! At the Singapore station, I still have to surpass Shire, proving that it is not luck at Austin!"
As they sat in the VIP lounge at the New York Airport, the PR assistant again wept with joy.
Hunter has never been like it is now, everything is at the node of time and everything goes smoothly.
The Singapore Grand Prix circuit is the Marina Bay Circuit with a total of sixty-one laps. This track has many vulgar corners and two long straights. The race is usually held at night.
There are five subway stations near the track, and the nearby hotel facilities are quite luxurious.
Hunt hoped that Marcus could book the hotel with the Ferrari team.
"Don't worry, I already told Marcus that our two convoys are the same hotel. And I said, let him book a hotel on your behalf, but you will stay with me. If there is He'll call my room to tell me something. "
"I feel that lunatic should only be active in the United States, not necessarily chase Singapore?"
"Can you belittle the lunatics," Winston replied.
"Ok……"
Hunter's drowsy sleep soon after the constant engine sound of the plane during the long flight.
He tilted his head and fell asleep against Winston's shoulder.
Singapore is a well-planned urban road with a good green area.
Hunter and Winston arrived in the same car in the same car. In the hotel's lobby, Hunter just saw Irving talking to the front desk and didn't know what to say. The girl at the front desk had already turned red.
"Hey! Owen! Are you still alive!"
"Oh! Little Hunter!" Owen opened his arms when he saw Hunter, and almost hugged, Winston grabbed Hunter's back collar and dragged him behind.
Owen looked sideways at Winston: "You are so unconscience."
"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" Winston looked at Owen with a side face. "You want to use Hunter to distract me, not to teach him sincerely."
Hunter realized that this was Irving's purpose!
"Then you think of Hunt on the track, do you feel upset?" Owen asked with a grin.
"Of course it's uncomfortable, so you must cross the finish line faster."
Hunt didn't want to listen to them anymore.
"Hunt, where are you going?"
Winston grabbed the young man who was about to walk past him with his head down.
"I'll meet the team!" Hunt tried to shake away Winston's hand.
"Of course it's uncomfortable, so you have to cross the finish line faster." Hunt really didn't want to hear it again.
"I'll go with you," Winston said.
"You don't have to meet your team?"
"I'll go when I see you and Marcus with them."
Hunt thought: okay.
In fact, the guy who candid is a coward. If he had the courage, he would have rushed in front of him. What a ghost candid!
When Hunt knocked on Marcus' door and Winston watched Marcus hug him, he nodded to Marcus and left.
In Marcus's room, the technical officer and Shen Chuan were also there. Everyone discussed the characteristics of the Marina City circuit, and Shen Chuan also informed the Hunter engineer team of the key adjustment points, letting Hunter let go.
The whole meeting lasted all day.
Hunter had dinner with Shen Chuan and Xiao Xi, and had a good chat with Shen Chuan, but found that Xiao Xi had been flipping his cell phone.
"What's wrong with her?" Hunt asked, raising his chin.
"We will develop a new car next season. We need a lot of data, and we need to analyze the data to build a model. Xiaoxi found an alumni on the forum, which is very good in math." Shen Chuan suddenly remembered something, "Marcus Say you have crazy fans? Even Winston, who has always been calm, heard that he was nervous. "
"Yeah, hahaha! So I want to go to the door of the room Marcus booked for me a moment. What if there is a rose on it?"
"You ... I'll go with you."
"No, right?"
"I insist."
After dinner, Hunter and Shen Chuan came to the door of the room, and the card identification was clean. Hunter opened the door and was depressed: "How the room is so small!"
"Because you can't live." Shen Chuan answered for granted.
"Give me such a small room if I don't live? It will save you money too!"
Huntela opened the curtains, stretched his head out, closed his eyes and felt the breath of the city: "The scenery is very good."
"Well, for your safety, you don't have to live alone." Shen Chuan patted Hunter's shoulder. "Let's go, I'll take you to Winston."
"Hey, I'm in the same team as you. Why don't you consider sleeping with me?" Hunt said dissatisfied.
He feels abandoned by the team.
"Because I called you unconscious to sleep." Shen Chuan smiled.
A few days of adaptive training in Singapore were normal, there were more media activities than before, and the free practice was unknowingly coming, and the team was hopeful of his performance at this station.
On his third day in Singapore, Hunter held his chin and watched Winston sitting on the bed reading financial information.
"What's wrong?" Winston turned to look at him.
"I'm bored. If I'm with you every night, I find it boring."
And it's only nine o'clock in the evening. They are already sitting in bed and playing each other. What a life like an elderly person!
"Do you really want to be interesting?" Winston's blue eyes made Hunt tickle.
"Yeah!" Hunter wondered if Winston had any novel ideas? Don't underestimate this guy, in fact he knows how to play!
Winston put the newspaper on the bedside, turned around, and suddenly snapped Hunter's wrist, pressing him the pillow.
The t-shirt he wore to sleep was already wide, and Winston pinched it to Hunter's neck.
"Hey! What are you doing!"
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: I really want to be a beast! The beast that bullies the prince!
Winston: Of course you want to be a beast, but the beast that bullies the prince probably cannot.
Hunter: Why?
Winston: You must be a majestic pet beast (received) by the prince Shun Mao every day.