Chapter 67: Bt fans debut

He went back to his lips and squeezed uncontrollably after sucking in. There was only one voice in Hunt's mind: these were hiss. It's all his. Winston must not give it to others.
He turned to hold him tightly, put the tip of his tongue in the middle of his tongue and slid deep. He knew his bad eyes, and he was frightened when he tried to get into Winston in revenge. .
But Hunter became more and more passionate. He loved this man warm and forbearing. Gradually, he no longer knew what he was doing, nothing in his mind, everything followed his instinct.
Just then, Hunter's mobile alarm sounded.
His shoulder trembled, he realized what he was thinking, and the thought of going away was like a tide returning. He took a deep breath, straightened up with his hands on Winston's shoulders, turned over, and extended his arms toward the mobile phone. As his fingertips were about to touch, his waist was pinched.
As soon as he turned around, he met Winston's eyes.
A force dragged him down without warning, Winston turned his face and raised his head to cover his lips, the kiss sucked so hard that Hunt fell down without supporting himself. .
"Well……"
He tried to get up, but Winston's arms wrapped around his body and held him in his arms. Winston's kisses were raging, and Hunter was too late to even swallow.
Winston curled his legs and was about to turn over and press on Hunter. This time, Hunter finally reacted in advance. He lowered his hand to push Winston's knee down, but Winston increased. The sucking strength turned Hunter into a daze with a kiss, and he propped him down with one hand on the edge of the bed.
Hunter fell down on his side. He was about to struggle. Winston wrapped his arms around him and the other caught his legs.
"... Help me out," Winston said as he kissed Hunter's lips.
Both his tongue and lip were numb by the other's kiss. Hunter knew that he had gone too far ... and the resistance after the back pressure had failed again.
Who wants Winston this time to be completely different from the previous Irving simulation?
"Help me out ... Hunter ..." Winston kissed Hunter's ear again, he bit his ears, his teeth seemed to tremble.
This is not so much a plea as a threat.
If he doesn't help him, this guy will definitely not plan to endure.
"Hunt ..." Winston kissed again, very hard, but restrained, his heart was going to be taken away by him, and even the whole body of blood would rush out from the most subtle.
Hunt's arms moved, and Winston propped his hands on his sides, giving him room to move his hands.
The man's breathing was so hot that Hunter was totally panicked.
He didn't know how long the time had passed, and Winston's face was always buried in his neck, leaving his ears to swell with breathless breathing.
When everything finally came to peace, Winston still pressed on Hunter and hugged him as if everything had passed for Hunt, but for Winston, it was far from enough.
"If you want to play a game like this every night, I can accompany you." Winston's voice came.
Hunter raised his knees unhappyly. He wanted to give the other party a little color, but he just put it on the other's waist.
After practicing for so long, it didn't work.
"I don't want you to stay with me."
"Then who do you want?" Winston rolled his face, and Hunter could see only one of his eyes. The sight in that eye alone has a sense of strength.
"I ... didn't want anyone ..."
Winston's hand gently stroked Hunter's forehead and fiddled with his hair: "Hunter, I can bear everything, including your inability to resist me and hold you ... but there are some that I can never tolerate of."
"Will you leave like my mother?" Hunt asked subconsciously.
"Leave you?" Winston's rhetorical question was cruel, but his fingers were still tender and nostalgic, "I will crush you ... I will never believe that patience or gentleness will make you love me Shit reason ... "
If you don't leave me, then the other ... I don't care ...
Hunt didn't say anything, but turned his face to kiss Winston's eyes very seriously.
When Winston was stunned, Hunter had bowed his head and closed his eyes against him.
Pre-match interviews are still ongoing.
Including various pre-match predictions, the biggest hotspot is no longer who is the first place, but how far Evan Hunt of Marcus can go.
When Hunt answered questions in the media interview room arranged by the hotel, the reporters noticed that Ferrari's Fann Winston leaned on the door with his arms folded, because the reporters enthusiastically asked questions and the media interview was delayed by nearly five Minutes, and Winston waited quietly for five minutes.
You know, Vann Winston doesn't wait for anyone, but he is very patient with Hunter's interview.
Until the interview was over, Hunter walked out of the interview room and the two left side by side.
Reporters have speculated whether Hunter will leave the Marcus team and join Ferrari next season.
Marcus had to make a rumor: "Don't get me wrong! Hunter and Winston are good friends! Our team has already secured a contract with Hunter next season!"
But even if Marcus broke his throat, reporters still thought that this was a precursor to Hunt's change of ownership.
Immediately after Marcus made the siege, he called Hunter: "Hey Hunter! You won't stick to Winston anymore until the end of the race!"
"Ah? What's wrong?"
"Go on like this, you are the Ferrari team! As for your crazy fan, I will send an assistant to follow you 24 hours!" Marcus worried that the rumors were spreading and it became true!
"I don't want to go back to that small room to sleep!" Hunter objected immediately, he really wanted to stay with Winston.
"I book a big one for you! Oversized! Presidential Suite!"
Hunt opened his mouth, as if there was no reason to refuse. He glanced at Winston and whispered, "It seems that the reporters said that I was dug to Ferrari by you to stimulate Marcus completely. He would not let me stay with you."
Hunt was a little nervous, and he wondered if Winston would show regret.
"Will he send someone to accompany you?" Winston asked.
"Yes. That's the assistant you met last time."
"That's fine. You can be with the people in your team."
Winston's voice was calm.
This suddenly made Hunt feel sorry.
"Well then, I'll go and pack up at you." Hunter walked towards the elevator with a cold face.
As soon as he entered the room, Hunter kept silent and packed his luggage. Winston had been hanging out a coat that had been hung in the closet, and rubbed it into the suitcase casually.
Winston stood by and looked at him.
After the race from Japan, Hunter's luggage seemed to be collected by Winston, but this time as long as he approached, Hunter deliberately blocked him in front of him and did not let him slam his things.
Just as Hunter was pulling the suitcase up, Winston suddenly hugged him from behind and put his cheek on Hunter's face.
"You're angry, Hunt."
At this moment, Hunter also realized that he was making troubles unreasonably.
They are not children, and it is ridiculous to get angry about such things.
"I thought you would want to be with me all the time."
A few seconds passed and Winston didn't speak.
"I'm naive, right?" Hunter embarrassedly touched the tip of his nose. "When the game starts, the rest time will be precious. If I sleep with you, it will disturb you."
"Hunter, if I tell you the truth, can you guarantee that you will never be angry?" Winston said.
"... What's wrong?" Hunter turned his face curiously.
"You sleep by my side, I really can't sleep." Winston whispered softly.
"Cheat! I got up in the morning and saw you ..."
Only then did Hunt realize that Winston, who had a very regular life, even slept with himself, most likely because he really didn't fall asleep at night.
"I'm not sleeping honestly, bother you?" Hunt felt guilty.
"No ... you're good in my arms."
It felt like he was being praised by the other side, and Hunt was a little embarrassed.
But if I didn't bother you, why couldn't you sleep?
"You're in my arms. I want to hold back from you ... but the more I tell myself not to think, the more I think."
Hunter was there. I also have impulse, especially when I smell the other person's taste and feel the strength of the other person's hug ... not to mention Winston?
"That ... that doesn't blame me."
"The free practice will begin tomorrow."
"I see. I'll go to sleep in the room arranged by Marcus ..."
Hunter exhaled, but Winston's arms did not let go.
"The closer the game is, the more you think about how you chase me behind me, and then it becomes more difficult to control. I'm afraid I will really meet you."
Winston's words made Hunt sting.
This man's self-control made Hunter 100% trusted, and he promised that Hunter felt he couldn't do it. It is for this reason that Hunter knows that he can unscrupulously challenge his patience.
"I remember you coming out that night, I couldn't catch up with you. I never thought you could run so fast ... but fortunately you ran away, otherwise if I was caught ... Hit you. "
Winston's voice was deep and powerful.
Hunter thought that it would be a happy thing for two people to stay together, but he did not expect that he would become a burden on the other side.
"You trust me too much and sleep too peacefully by my side. Going on like this, I'm afraid I will ruin all your subsequent races."
Hunter took a breath and patted the opponent's hand: "Well, I sleep by myself until the end of the game."
"Don't run around. If you are really bored who you want to harass, don't harass Irving, text me."
Hunter laughed suddenly and turned to hug him.
"If you talk like that, I won't bear you!"
Winston leaned over his face, leaning lightly on Hunt's cheek.
"This race, try to see if you can beat me."
"Look at me crushing you!" Hunter was feeling better when he started the game.
Winston let out a low laugh, and heard that Hunter's heart was very itchy, and he really wanted to bite the other's neck.
"This doesn't seem to be the first time you said you would crush me." Winston raised his hand and touched the back of Hunt's head. "But the leader of Japan ... One day, I will do everything to follow you . "
Hunt's mood was much better.
"Is that why I can think that you don't want to sleep with me because you like me so much?"
"I don't particularly like you ..." Winston let go of his embrace and turned to Hunter's face, looking at him very seriously, "but you can't imagine how much I love you."
Hunter just felt that he had been slightly shaken again.
This is the first time Winston has told him his own intentions without any modification.
At that moment, Hunter felt that it didn't matter if the other person died.
"Are you sure the room Marcus will change for you?"
"Well, he texted me."
"Then I will send you over. But promise me, you must do it."
"I know, I won't run around, I will arrange with the team to accompany me." Heng characteristic said.
In fact, the crazy fan who likes to follow photos may not come to Singapore!
This time, Marcus really changed his presidential suite. Hunter slept in the inside, while Joni, his assistant, slept in the outside room.
When Joni saw Winston carrying luggage in for Hunt, he was so nervous he couldn't even say a word.
"Hunt will leave it to you. Look at him during the Grand Prix and don't let him go anywhere alone," Winston told Jonny.
Jonny had a feeling of being taken seriously, "I know! I will pay attention! Please rest assured, I will protect Hunter!"
Hunter's face was black. With regard to Jonny's small body, bad guys have really appeared. I don't know who protects who!
In Jonny's eyes, Winston's own Great God filter, even the posture of taking Hunter's crumpled jacket out of the way, was a mess.
Hunt rolled his face and smiled at Jonny, one hand on Winston's shoulder and said, "Good man at home, right?"
Jonny nodded strongly, then realized that he quickly shook his head.
When the clothes were hung up, Hunter closed the bedroom door, fell backwards on that KIngSIZe bed, and stretched out: "Are you sure you don't sleep with me here?"
Winston knelt on the bed with one knee, and lowered himself to prop up against Hunter. Looking at him from this angle, the hair fell down, and the blue in his eyes was very obvious. It was really beautiful.
"I sleep here, are you sure you won't run away suddenly?"
"Then can you kiss me before leaving?"
Winston closed his eyes and smiled, a little helpless, but more of a cherishment that made Hunt soft. He approached Hunter and kissed him.
The kiss was quite restrained, not even the tongue sticking out.
Hunt knew he couldn't fan the flames anymore, so he said softly, "See you on the track."
"Well, see you on the track."
Winston got up, opened the door and left. Before leaving, he nodded to Jony. Jonny felt the burden of his body again.
When he heard the closing of Winston's departure, Hunter sat up and scratched his head: "What ... miss him now ..."
Okay, okay, the game is about to start, and now the most important thing is to concentrate.
Hunt simulated the Marina City circuit in his mind.
His phone trembled, and when he picked it up, it was a text message from Irving.
Owen: My black powder is coming to Singapore.
Hunter can imagine this text message, which Owen sent to him, and certainly includes everyone he can harass, such as Shire.
Hunter replied: Oh, what did that black powder do?
Owen: Give me a gift at the door. I opened it to see the chicken feet with blood.
Hunt, who had wanted to laugh, suddenly felt that it was a bit serious.
He replied, "Does the chicken feet mean intimidation?"
Owen: Yeah, I'm so scared that I can't sleep at night. Come on with me, Hunter?
Hunter: I am also a poor person who has Bt fans. You still let Shire stay with you!
In the evening, Hunter ordered the hotel and brought it to the room.
When the knock sounded, Jonny was in the bathroom, and Hunter stood up and opened the door.
The hotel waiter pushed in the dining car and lifted the hood.
Hunter stunned, it was a very fine western food, but he ordered only the most ordinary creamy asparagus pasta.
"That ... was it wrong?"
"No mistakes. This is a special service."
special service? Did it be given to him by Winston?
Hunt looked up at the other person, and suddenly the waitress felt familiar.
Two or three seconds later, Hunter realized something, and his nerves suddenly tightened.
"Merlin? You ... become a waiter at this hotel?"
"Isn't it? I've always wanted to serve you." Merlin walked to Hunter, his eyes enthusiastic.
"Ah, how can it be bad! That's great!" Hunt wanted to squeeze a smile, but he was not expecting a smirk.
And Joni is still bathing, why did this guy take a bath at a critical moment? And I also used the phone to put "30secondstomars" in the bathroom, and it was extremely loud.
"I made it myself. Can I give you a taste?" Merlin cut a piece of beef, held up the plate, fork the small piece of beef with a fork, and headed for Hunt.
Hunt stepped back and sat down on the sofa.
Merlin's gaze was so devout that it disturbed Hunt.
Hunter really wasn't sure if he could eat this piece of beef, but at least he now suspects that the person who has been tracking the sneak shots of himself is Merlin.
Hunter's palms were sweating quietly, and he had to start planning exactly how to avoid Merlin.
However, the piece of beef had already been delivered to Hunt's lips. Hunt had a hunch that if he didn't open his mouth, this Merlin would be crazy.
Although ... he might have been crazy.
It was at this time that the phone in Heng's pocket was shaken.
As if saved, Hunter smiled politely at Merlin and said, "Wait a minute, I see if it's information about the team. The race is approaching, and there will be more notices and notices."
Hunter took out his mobile phone, but did not dare to call in front of Merlin for help, and only pretended to check the mobile phone text message.
Owen: I'm so lonely, come with me! I accompany you to practice rolling sheets!
If just now, Hunter would be joking about "waiting for me in bed" or something, but now Hunter just wants to know, how can I remind others that the crazy fan is in his room?
At that moment, Merlin suddenly stretched her arms to get Hunter's mobile phone. Hunter quickly avoided the reaction, but Merlin's face changed instantly.
"That's not the Marcus team, but Lawrence Owen."
Hunt was dumbfounded, how could Merlin know?
More importantly, Hunter's response allowed Merlin to confirm his guess.
Obviously, the expression of worrying that Hunter did not like the food he delivered was now replaced by a gloom.
"Merlin ..." Hunt had never encountered such a scene, and was speechless for a moment.
"Do you want to ask me how I know?"
He tilted his head and looked at Hunter, put the beef and fork on the dining cart, and slowly approached Hunter.
"Because I have been watching you ... I have been watching you! So many people in the world ... I only have you in my eyes!"
Merlin reached out and covered Hunter's face, astonished that Hunter leaned back against the sofa.
"I have always liked you so much. From the first time I saw you driving a car, I noticed you! Those media said that you are a tough genius, those big teams want to dig you out, and your so-called friend Fan En · Winston ... Neither of them saw you, but I did! "
Hunter took a breath, and Winston was right. In the desert of Dubai, Merlin really wanted to approach him, not Winston!
"I was cheering for you when you were behind! I was comforting you when you were lost! How much I am now by your side, how I want to hold you in the face of the media! I watch you step by step to the present To the point! "
Merlin gritted his teeth and looked at Hunt.
Hold him, don't anger him. Hunt said to himself.
"Thank you, Merlin. Without your support, I wouldn't be here today." Hunter raised his hand and patted Merlin's shoulder.
Jony, are you a woman!
How long do you have to wash!
"Yes, my support is important to you, right? Did you receive the rose I gave you? Do you like it?" Merlin asked Hunter with a smile.
"I like it, of course ..."
I'm not a woman! What do you send me roses for!
"Liar! Liar! You liar!"
Merlin was suddenly agitated. His voice was very low, but with uncontrollable anger.
"What are you talking about? I didn't lie to you ..."
Hunter was about to cry. How could he like the rose sent by somebody?
"I don't take the rose on the door at all! It was thrown into the trash bag by the cleaner! My mind is not important to you!"
"Merlin, you didn't sign it. How do I know it was given to you? And that room is too small, I didn't live there. I changed here." Hunter said in a patient tone. .
"That's it ... I'm still wondering if you didn't accept my rose because there was no vase ..."
Looking at Merlin, who was calming down, Hunter exhaled.
Just then, Hunter's phone trembled again.
Merlin was as if he was struck by an electric shock. He quickly grabbed the phone. Hunter was trying to get it back. Unexpectedly, Merlin pulled out a Swiss knife from his waist and pointed at Hunter: "No movement!"
As the game draws near, Hunter can't be injured. It wouldn't be a joke if he was jabbed by the knife. Hunter could only stay there.
Whose text is it?
Is it Irving's or Winston?
"Owen! Owen! It's Lawrence Owen again! Are you with him, right? Why? Why! Because he has a beautiful face? Or because he's upset you in bed!" Merlin's finger on the phone was extremely With force, his uncontrollable shout finally penetrated the bathroom door.
Jony opened the door around the towel: "What a sound ..."
When he saw Merlin holding the knife, he was startled: "You ... who are you! What do you want to do!"
The moment Merlin saw Jonny, her surprise turned into anger.
He smashed Hunter's phone out suddenly, Hunter opened his eyes and immediately stood up to grab the phone, but it swept over Hunter's head at a fast speed, right in the middle of Jonny's head.
"Ah-" Jonny made a painful voice, covered his head, and the blood flowed from his forehead, terrible.
Hunter was startled, and just when he was about to rush over, Merlin took a step ahead and came to Jonny's side, grabbed his collar, and drew the knife to Jonny's chin.
"My God ..." Jonny was at a loss, his legs were unsteady.
Hunter stretched out his hands: "Merlin, what are you doing? Don't get excited, if there is any misunderstanding, we'll make things clear now."
"Is he also your man! Are you going to sleep with him tonight?" Merlin asked in a persistent and frantic voice.
"His name is Jonny. It is a life assistant arranged by Mr. Marcus for me. Do you understand the life assistant? Just help me organize my clothes, I ’m hungry to order meals for me, and I have to go out after him. . "
Hunt's original nervousness was tense, especially when looking at the tip of the dagger, it was about to pierce Jonny's neck skin, and cold sweat was on his spine.
"What about Lawrence Owen?"
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Winston: This Bt fan has been with you for so long that you can't figure out who your man is?
Hunter: So what?
Winston: I want him to be clear in the next chapter.