MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 19 Prisoner forever

At twelve noon, Hunter's cell phone rang and was picked up by Winston.

He went outside and the call was from the team's nutritionist.

"Little Hunter! You haven't come down for lunch! Eat normally, otherwise the game will collapse and you don't understand!"

"Sorry, I'll bring him lunch for him."

The cold but polite voice came to the nutritionist for a moment.

"Well ... who are you?"

This voice is really not like someone in the team.

"I'm Winston."

"... Oh! My God! Are you Winston? Ferrari's Winston?"

"Yes."

"Oh my God! Did you have lunch? Should I prepare it for you?"

The nutritionist was excited. She had long heard that it seemed that Winston had a good impression of Hunt, but did not expect that he would be in his room!

Wait, Winston was in Hunter's room. Why didn't the little kid communicate with each other's experience and dare to sleep?

"Thank you if it's not bothering."

Winston's answer frightened the nutritionist.

God, Winston should eat the nutritious meal they prepared!

When Winston came to the restaurant to take away the nutritious meal, the entire dining team was surprised.

"That ... Hunt, is he all right?" Said a strategist, worried.

"It's okay. He's sleeping." Winston replied, then looked at Marcus.

Marcus stood up and shook hands with him. After all ... maybe it ’s going to be red and the contract expires for Winston. Willing to come to their team?

"Mr. Marcus, I want to give you some advice about Hunt's race at Silverstone."

A driver from another team coached the Marcus team. If it weren't for Winston, everyone would most likely feel that this person was arrogant or even arrogant.

But Winston's face had no extra expression, and his tone was calm and objective.

"of course."

"With Hunter's technical characteristics and your racing performance, he is suitable for three stops. If he has the opportunity to catch Donald or Penny in the last ten laps, he may as well make four stops."

Winston's words faltered Marcus.

"You said ... Hunt can catch up with Sauber's Donald or Renault's Penny?" Marcus said with an expression "This is a nightmare."

In the last race, Hunter was able to get sixth, which is “explosive data” for the entire team.

But he can't explode again and again. At Silverstone, he can stay in the top ten, and Marcus will feel quite grateful.

"Of course he can."

After that, Winston left with the dinner plate.

Marcus looked at the technical officer beside him stupidly.

The technical officer shrugged: "If Hunter is driving Ferrari ... maybe?"

"Hey, we are using a Ferrari engine this year, OK?"

"So ... is it still possible?"

Hunter was awakened by the smell of food.

He opened his eyes and saw Winston sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey ... how long did I sleep?"

"More than two hours."

"Oh ... this is the lunch prepared by the team?"

"Ok."

"You brought it for me?"

"Ok."

Hunt can now imagine the expressions of others in the team.

"Come and eat, it tastes okay."

Hunt took the plate from Winston and was a little surprised.

He feels like Winston ... How do you say, the guy who has the culture, can't get used to eating in bed?

Hunt couldn't help looking at him more as he fed in his mouth.

The angle at which he twisted his fingers and wrists when he rolled up the spaghetti was really elegant, and with the drooped eyebrows and the spaghetti in his lips, Hunter couldn't even move his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Winston raised his eyes.

He was so close, and seeing his eyes in this way, Hunt's heart was unexplained and he was inexplicable.

"Why do you have German sausages on your plate, mine?" Hunt made an excuse.

"A dietitian says you hate German sausage."

"But it looks pretty good today?"

Winston said nothing, but forked a small piece with a fork and sent it to Hunt's lips.

"Then you try it."

Hunt's cautious liver fluttered, and he bowed his head to contain the sausage.

Winston continued to fork up the asparagus and pasta for import, and he didn't care if his fork was contained by Hunt.

"It seems OK, one more?" Hunt wondered if the other party would feed himself again.

Actually ... it ’s really bad ...

"Fork yourself," Winston replied.

Hunt was disappointed.

How could he eat that ghost!

"Say, if I could still make it to the top six at Silverstone, how would you encourage me?"

Hunt dropped the plate and looked at Winston with a look of anticipation.

The expression on the other person's face has not changed even: "Isn't it supposed to be sixth?"

"... Are you confident in me or are you perfunctory?"

"I'm not perfunctory about your business."

Winston finally raised his eyes and looked at Hunt.

The swaying zenith was held up in this way, and there was no reason to be restless.

"Anyway, this is my first time in London ..."

"I see. If you can make it into the top six, I'll accompany you to London. Where do you want to go?"

Yeah, Winston is British!

"London Eye. Every time there is a catastrophe, there will be a picture of the collapse of the London Eye!"

"That's just the Ferris wheel. And it's fourth in the world. It takes 30 minutes for a lap, and you don't need 30 seconds to get bored, and you want to go on," Winston said lightly.

"... Hey, it seems like you know me well."

"Yeah. Then you'll be drowsy, and you don't understand the romance of a woman." Winston set the plate aside, half-tilted his chin.

That gesture was clearly despising Hunt's taste.

"Hey, you never thought that one day, when the game is over, take your beloved to sit on London's eyes for sightseeing. You can hug, you can kiss, why is it boring?"

"I see. Thirty minutes is enough to have sex."

Hunt almost squirted spaghetti.

"Winston! You have the ability to say the same to all the media interviewing you!"

"Yes. But you have good reasons. I can accompany you to the London Eye. Where else do you want to go?"

"Tower of London."

"That's where the prisoners are held."

"Is it really dark?"

"OK."

"If I were a king, guess what the first thing I would do after I ascended the throne?" Hunt laughed, the plate almost fell down, Winston supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and the other hand firmly caught the plate bottom.

"What do you want to do?"

At this angle, Winston looked at Hunter's eyes from bottom to top.

His breath ran across the gap between Hunter's lips, into his teeth, and disappeared shortly before reaching the tip of his tongue.

"I will put you in the Tower of London. Let you be my prisoner forever."

Hunt felt crazy, and he didn't know how he would say that.

What he wanted to say was to decorate the Tower of London into a gingerbread house and let children play for free.

But when Winston approached himself, his tongue, his vocal cords, and even his brain seemed to be out of his own.

Hunt froze inexplicably, but thought of Winston's cold humor and thought it was nothing.

"Okay," Winston replied.

"Okay ... what is it?"

Should I go to the Tower of London with me or be my prisoner?

Don't worry, can you answer?

Winston didn't answer his question and asked, "Where else?"

Forget it ... Winston won't give him the answer.

"Eaton College! Is it too far from London? Or drive your black Ferrari?"

By the way he can also drive.

"You're not a person willing to read." What Winston meant was that you didn't yearn for a prestigious school. Why run so far to visit Eaton College?

"Hey, there used to be an aristocratic school! I want to feel the aristocratic atmosphere, isn't it?"

"Then don't have to go," Winston replied.

"why?"

"I graduated from Eaton College. You can see me."

"Oh ..." Hunt froze. "No wonder so many people say that you have aristocratic temperament, you have received aristocratic education!"

But in fact, he wanted to see how the depressive atmosphere of Eaton School, in addition to the so-called nobleness, drove the Crown Prince of Nepal to madness, educated Baron Brockett, who was not doing his job, and committed the crime of robbery and jewelry fraud Liz Gubey.

Winston said coolly, "You don't want to feel any aristocratic atmosphere in your heart, but you laugh at the so-called aristocratic education, right?"

Hunt froze.

He suddenly felt a bit sad.

Why is the person who knows him best is Fann Winston?

"Hey, you still haven't said it, when did you hear me swearing! Those three sentences, when did you listen to me?" Hunter decided to ask.

"Last lifetime."

"Here it again! Last generation! Your answer is perfunctory." Hunter suddenly became interested. Sometimes Winston felt that the cold humor like confession and even vague hints was very interesting, and what was said in the last generation was really "original" "Sex", why can't you just follow his words and see what else this guy can make up!

"Okay, tell me, when have you ever heard me swear?" Hunt held his knees and looked at each other with interest.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: I was originally your prisoner forever, but it wasn't the Tower of London that made me lose my freedom.

Hunter: Where is that?

Winston: Here.

Hunter: Sleep! Where are you messing around!