It turns out that this lady named Anne is the living assistant to Winston by Ferrari Team.

"Ah... it's so good..." Hunter envied Winston.

He also wants a living assistant.

When the car parked downstairs of his apartment, Hunter suddenly realized that he had never mentioned where his home was from beginning to end. Why did Winston know?

"See you in Montreal," Winston spoke.

It was obviously the same cold sound as when dealing with the media, but it seemed to be different in Hunter's ears.

"Okay, good night."

Hunter walked upstairs.

Is Montreal? Then Winston is speeding on the track, but he can only watch...

Suddenly I felt very regretful, why couldn’t my performance in the previous game be better?

Assistant Anne drove the car while observing Winston's expression from the rearview mirror.

His expression was slightly cold, and he couldn't see joy. He was sitting in the same car as her, but there was an insurmountable distance.

Evan Hunter... It seems like he is a new driver who has just entered F1 this year? Did he get points in the first three stops? How did he know Winston?

Winston would call himself to pick them up, which means they had only one car at that time.

But as far as I know, Winston never seemed to have anyone gotten into his car, and even had no female companion to attend dinner... It makes people wonder if he has autism.

"Do you like that Evan Hunter very much?" Anne regretted it after asking.

The team manager who hired her once said that you must not interfere with Winston's personal life.

But according to her observation over the past year, Winston had no so-called personal life at all. Needless to say, he flew everywhere during the Grand Prix, even his life during the offseason was extremely regular, as if he didn't need social interaction.

"Yeah." Winston responded softly.

Anne drove the car out of an S-shaped shape.

Did Winston just now "Yes"?

"Yes" means agreeing with her just now?

He has a good impression of the young man named Evan Hunter?

And Hunter returned to the apartment was excited!

Who can believe it! Fann Winston is his friend now!

He ran around the room, constantly recalling everything he had happened tonight from his first talk to Winston.

Then... he tilted his head and felt a little confused...

Why did Winston notice himself? And what he said, such as "I want to get to you" and "If it were the underwear you wore, it would be fine" and so on. Although the expression was still the same, it was completely different from the people described by others on TV!

The bodybuilder in the next room was working with his woman again.

Hunter really wanted to move his bed in the same direction... No, he also wanted to find a girlfriend to get out of bed sheets day and night to see who could not sleep!

OK... Since you can't sleep, harass others.

Hunter called the middle school alumnus and his friend Bru.

"Hey... Hello, I'm Bru..." Bru seemed to have fallen asleep, his voice was lazy.

But Hunter was not guilty at all, disturbing people's dreams was his favorite thing to do.

"Hey, Bru, I have something to tell you!"

"…Hunt… are you abroad? Why call me at this time?"

"I'm in New York."

"Damn it! You don't know what time it is now in New York? Tell me, what the hell are you doing! Are you planning to quit F1, right? It doesn't matter, you can come to my street dance classroom!"

"I'm not going to quit yet... I just have something to tell you... I met a very, very famous racer in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix."

"Oh? Then what?" Bru's voice sounded absent.

"When I left the bathroom door, he said that my pants didn't pull up, and then helped me pull them up." Hunter automatically ignored how he attacked McGrady with a water grenade.

"Ah? Pull your pants up? What are you doing?" Bru seemed to sit up, and the sleepiness in his voice dissipated.

"I didn't do anything, he called my name."

"So you called me up just to hear this?" Bru wanted to smash Hunter's face with his phone.

"And when I was buying things in the supermarket, my credit card was swiped. He helped me pay for it and suggested that I don't buy underwear from the supermarket because the quality is not good." Hunter automatically omitted the difference between M and L.

"This is very good. Although he is not very familiar with it, he must also know that you are a driver. It is reasonable to buy a order for you. Then what?"

"And then...we met at a charity dinner and he bought my baseball cap for $10,000."

"Then... he really gives you face... and there must be more money than you do."

"He does make more money than me. But do you know what he said? He said that if it were the underwear I wore, tens of millions of dollars would be fine? Do you think it's weird?"

"If you are not very familiar with each other, it is really strange. Of course, if I become a billionaire one day, I will ridicule you with the same joke, hahaha!"

"On the way home, my jeep broke."

"I told you that your broken car will be replaced quickly! Sooner or later it will leave you halfway!"

"Then I ran into him again, he took me to the Ferrari's test lane and asked me to blow up his sports car..."

"Damn it! What sports car is his?"

"Of course, it's also Ferrari..."

"Then do you want to pay?"

"Need not."

"This guy is so proud! Are you lucky? "

"…so it's just luck? I asked him why he is so good to me...?"

"Why?" Bru was also curious.

"He gave three reasons. The first is that one day I will become a top driver like him, and the second is that he wants to pick me up..."

"Hahahaha... I've been doing it for so long, it turns out that you are attracted to by other men! Be careful of your back!"

"So...you think he has that meaning to me, right?" Hunter nervously recalled other things that Winston had said. Is it really a different idea for himself?

"Didn't you say there is a third reason? What's the one left?"

"He wants to be friends with me..."

"Ah hahaha! This guy's way of making friends is really ups and downs, and his ingenuity is unique! It must have made your little heart tremble, right?"

"You mean, he wants to be friends with me?"

"What else? Do you really want to fall in love with you? You are pretty cute, but not as good as you are, right? Your personality is even worse! Being your friend is a bad luck. If you get out of bed sheets with you, your heart will definitely collapse!"

"Hey! Are you still my brother?"

"Yes! It's your brother who told the truth... But wait, he really feels like he is chasing you!"

Blue's voice was filled with malicious gloating, but Hunter felt the danger.

"Then...then I have to find a way to avoid him in the future..." Hunter grabbed his head.

He has no friends in Formula 1, and finally someone is willing to approach him on his own initiative. Hunter really feels reluctant to leave.

"Who is that guy?" Bru asked.

"Vanne Winston..." Hunter was thinking about something and accidentally said Winston's name.

"What? Van Winston? Are you talking about Ferrari's 'Extreme Ice Blade' Van Winston?"

"Yes. I'll keep my distance from him in the future..."

"You are crazy! If it were Van Winston, those three reasons would not be valid!"

"Why?"

"You should be a top driver - there should be no chance. The Van Winston style is just a slutty look. Looking at him is like looking up at the Alps! If he wants to soak you, it feels like a mudslide suddenly fell from the Alps!"

"What the hell is this? He is the Alps, I am a mudslide?"

"Isn't it? How could a person like him who is at the peak of his life want to be friends with a useless person like you?"

"Because of loneliness, I want someone to accompany you?"

"Okay. OK, brother! Fann Winston actually spoke to you? I'll take the photo with him next time I have the chance!"

"Wait, do you think he is really going to be friends with me? Not to me that?"

"Yes? Otherwise, what are you looking forward to him to you?"

Hunter showed a big smile.

"Okay! Go to bed!"
To be continued...