"The next time you need to divorce again, the other party refuses, I can lend you this video!"

"Go to die! Lawrence Irving!"

Hunter looked at the backs of these two guys who seemed to be fighting for a long time and couldn't calm down.

"Hunt, let's go." Winston's voice rang behind him, he was very close to him, and Hunter couldn't help but imagine that the guy leaned forward slightly and spoke against the back of his head.

Yes...Winston just said that he would dance striptease for him now.

However, Hunter inexplicably dared not look back at the other party.

The phone rang at this time, showing Marcus's name. Hunter felt that Marcus's phone was so just right for the first time.

"Hunt! Where have you been? Do you know that several sponsors want to know you! You are the signboard of our team, but I can't find my signboard now!"

"I...I just come out for some breathing, and I'll go back right away!"

Hunter took a strong breath, turned around and smiled at Winston and said, "Marcus is going crazy! I have to go back quickly! Let's talk about it next time!"

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave quickly, Winston, behind him, stepped on his long legs and grabbed his arm.

"Winston?" Hunter turned around.

"Charle doesn't mean that to me."

"I...I know! The reaction between Irving and Charles was already very obvious..."

"You don't like getting along with sponsors, we can leave and do what you like."

Winston's eyes were quiet, and this silence had the meaning of inquiry.

"You said it was like you were going to elope with me..." Hunter smiled and concealed, although he didn't know what he was going to hide.

"Isn't it possible?" Winston asked back.

His voice seemed to have been wandering around with Hunter's thoughts and could not return to its original place.

"Forget it today." Hunter raised his hand and looked at his watch. "At least you can stay for an hour, and this dinner should be over."

Winston still looked at Hunter and let go of his hand.

Hunter watched Winston leave backwards, and he waved his hand in a daze: "We can make an appointment tomorrow! Hahaha!"

When he turned his back, his heart seemed to jump out of his chest, and his palms were covered with sweat.

There was still a sense of strength in Winston's clamping himself on his arm.

He rejected Winston for the first time since they met.

Hunter returned to the dinner and shook hands with one sponsor after another completely absent-mindedly, until the dinner ended, and Winston did not return.

Because of the wonderful performance of this stop and the substantial increase in sponsorship fees, on the way back to the hotel, Marcus decided to hold a party for the team tomorrow to celebrate.

"We've booked a striptease!" Marcus patted Hunter on the shoulder, "Sleep well tonight and be happy tomorrow!"

"Oh..." Hunter looked out the car window, but what he replayed in his mind was the last sentence Irving said to him.

——Winston will refuse the first time, the second time, the third time. But there will always be one time, he will nod.

Hunter had known for a long time that no one would stay by his side forever, including Winston.

But he really wants to...he wants to have this man.

Hunter gasped when he realized what he was thinking.

He is your friend! He is the one who has always taken care of you! Hunter, Hunter! Are you crazy?

The eyes became sore.

One day, Winston would go to the hot springs with another person, have breakfast, and travel together. Even if he could go with them, he would be like a light bulb, which would be embarrassing to follow from afar.

"Hunt? We're here. What are you thinking?"

"No...nothing..."

Hunter came to his hotel room and lay on the bed after a simple shower.

That night, he couldn't sleep at all, tossed and turned, just trying to knock his head out.

It was not until three o'clock in the morning that he finally felt sleepy.

In a daze, he found himself back to the Ferrari test lane, and he had just opened the Winston Ferrari's cylinder.

"You know where my problem is... and you can't help but use your own Ferrari to teach me, why?"

Hunter looked at Winston, the co-pilot.

His eyes were deeper than the night, like a black hole extending infinitely to all directions, wrapping Hunter.

Hunter felt like he was about to be locked into the other person's eyes.

"First, you are the only opponent who can surpass me on the track in the future."

I have not surpassed you until now.

"Second, I want to be friends with you."

But...I don't want to be friends with you...

"Third, I want to fuck you. Which one do you think is true?"

Why have I never noticed that since you first talked to me, you have been softer than when you talked to others?

Nothing can be done again if you say something or make a choice.

If this is his own fantasy, then Hunter wants to be presumptuous.

"You want to soak me." Hunter said with a smile pulling the corner of his lips.

The next second, Winston, opposite, pulled his collar over his collar and pressed his lips hard.

Hunter did not have the chance to say the second sentence. The other party's tongue squeezed in strongly, pestering him, and then sucked and snatched away his breath like a strangle.

Hunter didn't feel terrified. He stretched out his arms and hugged the other person tightly, which was like acquiescence and encouragement. He used his tongue to comfort the other person and responded to his kiss.

"From now on, no matter who confesses to you, you cannot agree." Hunter looked at the man and said in a very serious tone.

"Okay." He answered him softly.

Hunter knew that he would do whatever he promised him.

The phone ringing rang, Hunter's brow trembled, and he barely grabbed the phone and took a look.

It was already twelve o'clock noon, and the nutritionist asked him to have lunch on time.

He sat up and found that there was a water stain on his face at some point.

"Oh shit……"

Could this be saliva?

Then Hunter saw a text message from Winston: Are you going to have a break today?

Hunter replied: "Stay off, but Marcus had a celebration party."

Winston: Then let’s talk about the party ending. Wasn’t you planning to go to Dubai after the game?

Hunter was disappointed after a brief excitement, and he replied to the other party: Let's talk about it tomorrow.

Marcus booked a luxury private room in a high-end bar for the team. The entire team, including mechanics, technicians, public teams, and marketing teams, all came here to party.

It was the first time that Shen Chuan and Shen Xi had seen such a scene. When they saw a woman wearing clothes on the stage twisting her waist against the steel pipe and slowly lifting her clothes up, Hunter suddenly patted Shen Chuan on the shoulder and teased him for blushing: "This is the first time Dr. Shen has seen such a scene! Enjoy it well, don't let your nose bleeding come out!"

McGrady glanced at Hunter with contempt: "It seems like you have read it many times by yourself. Be careful not to stand up so quickly!"

The others laughed.

However, Chen Xi came to the place closest to the table, looked up at them performing with his head raised and his eyes wide open.

When one of the dancers whirled down from a high place, supported the ground with his palms, and then turned around, Chen Xi let out a "wow" and then stuffed a hundred dollars into the other party's clothes.

"My God! I still know how to play in the stream! I'm on the road so soon!" Hunter exclaimed.

The atmosphere was instantly hot, and the dancers on the stage were getting less and less clothes.

The team had just experienced a tense race and everyone let go of the carnival.

Hunter sat on the edge of the stage with US dollars in his hand. The dancers came to him, some supporting his shoulders and some leaning on his back. Marcus took out his cell phone, took a photo himself, and sent it to Hunter.

Hunter posted the photo on his Twitter and wrote a sentence - I hope my boss will always be so generous.

Marcus said dissatisfiedly: "Boy, have I been stingy with you?"

Hunter laughed "hehe".

He drank a lot of drinks and went to the bathroom.

As soon as I finished rinsing the water, I received a text message from Winston on my phone: I'm waiting for you next door.

Hunter almost choked by his saliva and immediately called back the other party's phone number. It was just as soon as it rang, and it was connected.

"Where did you say you are?"

"I'm in the private room next to your fleet."
To be continued...