"I..." At that moment, he found that he couldn't speak.

Why is Winston here?

At this time, he was wearing a white shirt and jeans on his lower body. His whole body looked casual but showed a feeling that people wanted to get close but couldn't get close.

The woman looked at Winston for five seconds before she could react. This man was enough to drive the whole woman in the audience crazy.

"Are you friends?" the woman smiled and stood up, "Do you want to have a drink together?"

Hunter sighed in his heart... He knew too much that once Winston came on the stage, everyone else became the cruelty of the foil.

"Do you want to get out of the sheets with this woman?" Winston lowered his eyes and looked at Hunter.

Hello! Don't speak so directly!

Such an obvious fact, what are you asking about?

Hunter still couldn't speak.

He could understand that in the face of McGrady's provocation, he was out of control and it was difficult to speak out, but what about now?

I just wanted to have a kiss, but when I met Winston, what was there to be nervous?

"But she's more interested in me," Winston said, "Are you sure you want this woman?"

Hunter was stunned. He didn't expect Winston to be so straightforward.

The woman couldn't help but sarcastically mocked Winston: "You do look good, but who knows if you can do that?"

"What does it mean? Is the perpetual motion machine?"

Winston's voice was cold.

This coldness made his irony like a ruthless sharp blade, stabbed in hard, but pulled it out without dragging it out.

The woman said nothing and turned around and walked away quickly.

"Hey... you are a famous British gentleman... You did that just now, but it's not a big deal..."

"People always equate gentlemen with restraint on expressing likes and dislikes. If so, I am already gentlemanly to you." Winston stretched out his hand at Hunter, and Hunter's fingertips touched the other party's warm palm and was pulled up.

"What's the meaning?"

"I'm already very restrained with you."

"Okay...it's like you want to beat me up all the time." Hunter spread his hands.

Winston suddenly lowered his waist and leaned towards Hunter. Seeing his lips as if they were about to hit him, Hunter gasped and leaned back, but Winston stopped at least five centimeters away from him.

"You didn't drink even though you came to the bar."

"Ah... well... that, I can drink alcohol in Canada, but... I have a small sip."

In fact, I didn't take a sip, but Winston knew that he had arrived at the bar but didn't drink, which made Hunter feel embarrassed.

“People are always interested in things they can’t do. What do you think of wine?”

"It's that way." Hunter shrugged.

Many classmates had drunk alcohol secretly in middle school, but Hunter had some regular training because he had to participate in karting competitions, and his father was very strict, so he never touched alcohol. Later, after his father began to drink heavily, Hunter became disgusted with alcohol for no reason and never touched him.

"...I hate alcohol very much." Hunter smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I know. Your focus today is not to drink, but to soak women."

Hunter raised his hand to express his surrender.

"I doubt you were sent by Marcus to arrest me on purpose!"

"Are you celebrating your first point?"

"Well. Is that true..." Hunter lowered his head, feeling that nothing mattered now.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Ha?" Hunter felt that he had heard it wrong.

"This place is not for you. If you like women, there are better things."

Wait? Will Winston invite himself to drink? Ah... No, I'm asking myself to pick up girls!

Suddenly I was curious about what the bar that Winston would go to looked like!

Hunter caught up with Winston in three or two steps.

"Do you choose a place with many beautiful women?"

"I suggest you don't focus on women."

"Why?"

"You're too young."

"It seems like you are ten or twenty years older than me!"

"You have poor self-control."

"What? Don't say half of your words, I may not be able to figure out the remaining half!"

"You'll be hollowed out."

"If there is not even a girl, why would you take me to do?"

"I didn't say you can't look at beautiful women. I just said that you need to be restrained during adolescence, otherwise you will easily hurt your lower body."

"Pupils? I'm still puberty at the age of nineteen?"

“The WTO’s adolescence is ten to twenty years old.”

"What? You have moved out the WTO! Also, what you said will hurt the lower part... What does it mean?" Hunter quickly stopped catching up with the other party.

"It will hurt first time ahead," Winston replied.

"That...that is also painful and happy!"

"If you are so self-controlless, you will inevitably be rotten again and again if you can't handle it before."

Hunter stood there and took out his ears.

If he hadn't heard Winston say "pull your bird down and stuff it into your mouth" with his own ears, he wouldn't believe that the words "if you can't handle it, you'll rot" just now were what Winston said.

"By the way! I have a question to ask you!" Hunter suddenly grabbed Winston's arm.

But suddenly I remembered that I had heard before that Winston didn't like touching him, so he took his hand back.

“What’s the problem?”

"That day in the hotel... what you said to Medi for me... was exactly what I wanted to scold in my head... Is this a coincidence?"

"You are not good at scolding people. There are only those three sentences that are most effective in your life."

"How do you know? You haven't heard my scolding!" Hunter thought Winston was amazing!

Winston did not answer him, but said lightly: "Are you going to leave?"

"Let's go! Of course!"

Hunter was full of expectations when he thought that this was the bar that Winston took him to.

Winston is obviously different from a meaty and fishy school like Donald, and his life should be more textured.

"You're going to take me to a cocktail dinner in an evening dress, right?"

"no."

Winston came to a Ferrari, this time it was a pure black sports car with smooth and slightly arrogant lines, like the emperor who ruled the night.

“Wow… there’s a new car again!”

It's great to be a driver on the Ferrari team!

"Do you go in by yourself, or do I carry you in?"

Winston looked sideways. This guy just can't listen to a little nonsense, nor can he see others wasting a second of time.

After Hunter sat in, he secretly thought about when he could borrow this sports car to drive?

"Like it?" Winston drove smoothly.

"Of course I like it!"

"Niu and car, which one do you like?"

"...Look at what kind of car it is and what kind of girl it is." Hunter deliberately showed the bad boy's smile.

"The woman just now, and the car now."

"I don't know." Hunter raised his head, "If it was a woman who really waited for me to come home... a woman who would wait for me regardless of success or failure... maybe I wouldn't be able to exchange it for my whole life."

"Hunt."

"Um?"

The night breeze blew across his cheeks and lifted up his hair. He suddenly felt that life was so comfortable and good.
To be continued...