Winston nodded to the staff beside him and followed Hunter to the other side.

Hunter looked at the other party with a cold face: "Hey, you said before that you paid the fee for me in the club. Are you really embarrassed to earn my money?"

Winston did pause, but then calmed down.

"Did Nicky or Irving tell you?"

"What are you doing? Do you want to argue with others?"

Neiki or Irving, Hunter would be happy to see them being criticized.

...Wait, Nicky will forget it, at least he has provided himself with very important information.

"Even if that club belongs to me, you spend it in it, isn't it supposed to pay me? And so far, I haven't asked you for that money."

What Winston said was reasonable and Hunter could not refute it.

"Oh, then you said and saw from the beginning and the end in the surveillance?" Hunter raised his chin. He was always in charge of this matter anyway?

"If I didn't look, how could you know that you like my eyes? How do you make sure that I spent so much effort to get close to you? How do you know that nothing happened between you and Nicky, and you are not so interested in him?"

Winston went further with every rhetorical question. He clearly had no intention of coercion, but Hunter felt that he was lowered.

Until his back pressed against the wall, Hunter subconsciously swallowed his saliva, but he still looked into Winston's eyes.

He already knew that this man really used all his power to occupy every direction of his life. He should be afraid of it, but Hunter did not feel that Merlin was facing.

On the contrary, except for racing, did Winston spend all his energy on himself?

Perhaps seeing the determination of never compromising in Hunter's eyes, Winston slowly lowered his head and leaned against Hunter's forehead: "Don't be angry with me."

Hunter didn't speak.

"You like to play, don't you? So it's normal for me to use them to get close to you."

"If you want me not to be angry, then you can't take the pictures I and I to heart."

"Okay." Winston closed his eyes and nodded.

"Since I don't care about it, sleep with me tonight."

I had discussed with Irving how to overwhelm Winston's guilt before, and all of them were thrown out of the sky.

"Hunt..." Winston frowned, "I said it, I can't help it."

When I heard such words before, I might feel a sense of crisis and felt that my lower back was in pain. But now when I heard such words, Hunter felt a little...small proud.

"I can't help but endure it." Hunter walked over to Winston with his pocket in his arms.

So that night, Hunter made a lot of money.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning when he returned to the hotel room. Hunter changed into loose clothes and got into the quilt. Winston was still taking off his clothes slowly.

Hunter sat leaning against the head of the bed, touching his chin and admiring Winston's back lines, and then sang: "Hey - can you take it off faster? Anyway, I'll sleep next to me!"

Hunter never felt that he was so proud?

"You will regret it," Winston said.

"Don't worry, I will regret it in my dream." Heng Te nodded and said.

Winston fell asleep and raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp.

"Go to sleep."

"Well, kiss one before going to bed."

Winston had deliberately kept the distance between the two, but Hunter came up directly and half of his body pressed on Winston.

"Hunt!"

Winston whispered a warning.

"After running for so long, you must be tired from the qualifying match! Let's just kiss, what's the matter! Don't you like to kiss me very much?"

Hunter's lips only touched Winston's cheek, and this guy really wanted to avoid him.

Hunter reached out and grabbed Winston's chin and kissed him hard.

Today Nicky praised him for being masculine!

Who knew that in less than three seconds, Winston suddenly grabbed Hunter's shoulder, pressed him back, and directly covered him.

The powerful kiss vented Winston's long-suppressed possessiveness. Hunter was dizzy when he sucked and kissed, but at the same time he really felt the crisis, because Winston was so hot that it seemed to be burning into Hunter's body.

Damn! You still have energy after the qualifying competition!

Hunter's hand was tightly held by Winston and went down. Hunter struggled to retract his hand, but Winston tried so hard that it seemed to crush his wrist.

"Come it out for me," he said gritting his teeth in Hunter's ear.

"You do it yourself!"

"If I come by myself, I'll go in."

Winston said it very hard, and Hunter was shocked.

I can only solve the problem with this guy while being crazy about him.

Damn it! Do you still have to hold the steering wheel tomorrow!

Originally, Hunter wanted to take the opportunity to make a lot of trouble, but unexpectedly, he was tortured by Winston in the end!

The next day, Hunter slept until lunch was almost there.

And Winston is no longer by his side.

Hunter reached out and touched the place where the other party had lying, and with the warmth, it showed that Winston had been here for a long time.

Before the race, teams like Ferrari must have final technical arrangements, and Winston cannot be as willful as Hunter.

On the note paper at the head of the bed are Winston's handwriting: Looking forward to fighting with you.

Hunter stroked his fingers, feeling the sunken handwriting left on the paper, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

In the afternoon, Hunter followed the team back to the track.

It will be starting at 8 pm.

The media is doing pre-match reports, and the audience can't control their excitement, and the whole of Singapore seems to be leaping.

Hunter sat in the chair, leaned back against the back, and took a deep breath.

His feet simulated the clutch control and clamped the steering wheel with both hands.

Marina Bay Track has its beautiful side and its ruthless side.

Once narrow streets and dangerous curves are too fast, they are likely to lose control. Even if the speed at the end of the straight section is too fast or the brakes are not in time, they may rush into the sea.

This game must be completed.

Hunter knew that it would make real sense to surpass Winston on such a track.

The game was about to begin, and Hunter looked at the red Ferrari diagonally ahead, his eyes as if on fire.

If I can beat you this time, as comfort, do whatever you want to do to me.

Hunter's lips turned upwards, his eyes becoming more sharp.

As the five lights were all gone, Hunter rushed out.

Charles in the pole position stabilized his advantage and did not give Irving behind him the chance to threaten himself and go straight to the first turn and stay ahead.

Irving was cautious in driving but did not stall because of this. The smooth wiring kept him away from Winston behind him.

Hunter overtook Winston on a narrow curve, all calculations and plans were thrown behind, and everything was driven by instinct.

The people of the Marcus Racing team thought it was just Hunter's attempt to overtake Marina Bay, but Winston, who was chased by him, understood that Hunter had begun the war.

Hunter's line was sharp, and Winston tried his best to defend, almost losing speed because he rushed to the shoulder, but he stabilized the line and held the ranking.

In the seriousness of the audience, Winston seemed to be very thrilling at that moment, but Hunter knew that this guy did it on purpose.

While Hunter tried to surpass Winston, behind him was Enzo of the Lotus team who was also looking for opportunities.

Enzo followed Hunter closely. His previous contest made him know that he could not underestimate the young player's defensive ability. If he was not careful, the pursuer would lose his best route by his defense.

On a slow corner, Enzo tried to surpass Hunter, but Hunter immediately adjusted the route, swung and made a flexibly turn. When Enzo drove past the road shoulder, a large piece of debris fell from the car and almost couldn't continue the race.

On lap 17, Charles entered the station for the first time, replaced the hard tire, and temporarily lagged behind Irving after leaving the station. Immediately after the next lap, Irving and Winston entered the station one after another, and after leaving the station, Irving temporarily lagged behind Charles.

Hunter completed a very exciting pit stop on the 19th lap, chasing Winston on the narrow track. The tension of biting each other and even being overtaken by Winston on the corner made the audience sweat.

At this time, Hunter seemed to have forgotten that this was a game. The judgment and execution of Winston showed made Hunter feel too interesting.

The battle with this man made Hunter's nerves unprecedentedly active and keen.

After several confrontations on the corners, Hunter was always controlled by Winston at the last moment, and the two of them actually refreshed the lap of the game one after another!

Hunter became more and more excited, and the threat to Winston became more and more obvious.

"He has grown too much, getting sharper and sharper, and has been put on Winston's neck." Audrey Wilson sighed in the media table.

"Yes, who could have thought of this little guy who had been in the downstream for three consecutive stops when he first entered Formula 1. At this moment, all the big teams on the track were nervous." Mr. Kacho also showed an expression of appreciation.
To be continued...