Hunter is getting better, and gradually Winston can no longer easily beat Hunter with one or two goals.

"yeah!"

Hunter finally pulled a good goal, but Winston didn't catch it.

He originally thought it was finally Winston's turn to pick up the ball, but who knew that this guy actually raised his chin as if he was taken for granted, meaning that Hunter would pick up the ball.

"Why is it still me who picked up the ball? You obviously didn't catch it!"

"The ball jumped to you."

"I won't pick it up!" Hunter decided to follow the principles.

"Forget it if you don't pick it up."

Winston took out another table tennis ball directly.

Hunter's feeling of disappointment increased exponentially.

The ball jumped not far from him.

Winston looked at Hunter, sighed, walked slowly to Hunter and lowered his body.

Hunter was surprised in his heart: Oh oh! I’m about to see Winston picking up soap!

But to his disappointment... Winston knelt down on one knee, and the posture of picking up the ping-pong ball was really elegant, completely different from bent down to pick it up so stupidly...

Why didn't I expect to pick up the ball like this?

But Winston turned his face, his eyes turned from bottom to top, and he didn't know what he saw, and a smile ripped up the corner of his lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Hunter frowned.

"Your little Hunter is cute."

Hunter was shocked. Did Winston see it from his pants?

As soon as he lowered his head, he knew that he had been fooled by the other party again. Winston's height could not see his pants.

"It's almost twelve o'clock, it's time to rest." Winston said, pointing to the clock hanging on the wall.

"Well, okay. Go and rush for a while and go to bed!"

Hunter returned the racket to Winston, raised his arm and stretched. When he put it down, the loose collar that was playing the ball slid down to one side.

Hunter yawned and was about to open the door and walk out, but Winston gently grabbed her collar.

"Be careful of catching a cold."

Winston pulled his collar up for him.

"Thank you."

"But your shoulders are really nice."

"Ah? What?" Hunter turned around and felt it was amazing. This was the first time he heard Winston praise something beautiful.

"It makes people want to take a bite."

Winston said, walking over Hunter calmly.

"..." Hunter looked at his back and sighed a long time.

You have the ability to let the whole world know you are a hooligan!

The bedroom booked by Winston is a double tatami.

The mattress has been laid, and it feels very touching at first glance.

"Why do you have to put roses on tatami?" Hunter asked with his head tilted.

"Maybe when I booked a room, I said it was two people, but I was mistaken for being a couple or a couple."

Winston picked up the roses: "Don't you like it?"

"...I am a man, where do I have any flowers I like!"

"Then just throw it away. It's really inconsistent to put a rose."

Winston was about to walk to the window, and Hunter hurriedly grabbed him.

"Forget it! It's open, it's a pity if you throw it out and no one appreciates it."

Hunter reached out and picked it up and put it back on the pillow.

Some things are born fragile and beautiful, perhaps just to be cared for.

"Hunt, you're really soft-hearted and gentle," Winston said.

"What about you? If it weren't for me, would you throw it away?"

"I will turn a blind eye to something that doesn't suit me, or something I want."

Hunter lowered his head, and he could vaguely feel Winston's cruel and firm side.

“I’m going to the shower!”

"Go." Winston took out his phone and started browsing the page.

Hunter rinsed the hot water casually, changed into a new bathrobe, and returned to the room.

He wiped his head and walked to Winston and found him browsing news about oil and futures.

"Wow, I won't pay attention to these things."

Winston raised his arm and gently put it on Hunter's shoulder: "You have to learn to allocate your assets reasonably to achieve asset appreciation. Otherwise, even if you become a top racer, even if your annual salary exceeds 10 million, you will be spent soon."

"Have you invested all your money?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Um."

Hunter is the kind of person who lives in the present, and it is obvious that Winston is thinking long-term.

"So, when you leave Formula One another day, are you planning to go into business?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Not necessarily, but you need plenty of time no matter what you do."

"Enjoy life?" Hunter asked with a tilted face.

But Winston smiled: "It's not just about enjoying life, but also about your restless heart."

"A restless heart? Are your heart restless?"

Winston's smile stopped between his lips, and instead of answering Hunter's question, he went to the shower.

Hunter followed him: "Then otherwise I will give you my salary too? Do you help me take care of it?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will run away with the money?"

"Not afraid. You won't."

"What if my business fails and goes bankrupt?" Winston's voice came from the other end of the door.

"As long as...as long as you don't drink alcohol and do stupid things like my father... let's do it again together and pay off the debt!"

"Fool."

The shower sounded, and Winston's "stupid" gently poked into Hunter's heart.

He couldn't help but keep wondering, what exactly does Winston's "stupid" mean?

Do you think he doesn’t know how to manage finances, or do you think he is a little silly who trusts others financially?

A few minutes later, Winston walked out and found Hunter standing not far from the door, so he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Why do you say I'm 'stupid'?" Hunter asked.

Winston turned his face and his shoulders trembled slightly, this was the first time Hunter saw him laughing.

"Why are you laughing? Do you think I shouldn't care about you saying I'm a fool?"

Winston lowered his body, picked up the rose, and gently touched Hunter's face: "You don't have to give me your money. You can do whatever you like. Buy the house you lived in when you were a child, and the most important thing is to change a car. What's the problem with your old jeep."

"That was driven by our family when we went out to play, and I don't want to throw it away."

"Isn't the garage of that house quite large? Remember to park three cars. One location is left for the old jeep, and the rest will buy a new car and park it in."

"There is another place for you," Hunter said with a smile.

It sounds like he bought the house back.

Winston's finger paused, and suddenly pinned the flower to Hunter's ear: "Anyway, as long as you are well, I will make you have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

Hunter's heart seemed to be poked.

He took the rose from behind his ear, and Winston had lifted the quilt and sat in it.

"Hey! Don't say such things! I'll be even less enterprising! And...and it's like a proposal!"

Hunter pulled open the quilt next to him and sat in.

"Didn't you say that I went to Dubai to buy you a big diamond ring?"

Winston had already lay in the quilt and closed his eyes.
To be continued...