The snow is getting heavier and heavier. The few pedestrians on the road try their best to wrap themselves in coats, endure the biting cold, and move forward with difficulty, relying on the eaves of the roadside buildings.
Zhang Guan, who was sitting on the passenger seat, looked at Sharapova with some guilt. "It was your first time, my first time and then we are even." This theory sounds as logical as an equal exchange, but Zhang Guan always felt that , men and women are different in this matter, and cannot simply be measured by equivalent exchange.
But Zhang Guan doesn’t know what Sharapova really thinks. Maybe Westerners’ concepts in this regard are really different from Easterners. If he persists, he might be regarded as a fool!
Zhang Guan's thoughts are still confused. Even if he is sitting next to Sharapova now, he still doesn't know how to face her.
"Is this really good?" Zhang Guan asked very cautiously, just like a squirrel that had just walked out of the tree hole in spring, timid and alert.
"I said, since it was a misunderstanding, let us all forget it!" Sharapova said firmly.
At this time, Sharapova suddenly realized that they were driving out of the city, so she asked: "By the way, where do you live?"
Zhang Guan told Sharapova the address of the hotel, but Sharapova rarely came to Moscow, so she was not very familiar with the roads. She stopped the car and pressed the address on the navigator, only to realize that they were exactly the same. Went in the opposite direction.
"We're going the wrong way, we have to turn around." Sharapova said.
"How about I get off the car and take a taxi back." Zhang Guan felt a little embarrassed.
"Look outside, can you call a taxi now?" Sharapova said as she pressed the anti-skid mode on the sports car.
Zhang Guan looked out the car window. He could see street lights and car lights, and then nothing else. The snow has become very large, and the snow flakes are very dense. Except for the light that can penetrate the snowflakes dancing in the dense air, it is difficult for the naked eye to distinguish specific scenery.
Zhang Guan shrank his neck. In this weather, the taxi driver would probably go back home early, squat by the fire with a glass of vodka, and then watch TV or something, but he would never get out of the car in this damn weather.
"It's very warm in the car, and there's a beauty there, so just stay in it honestly!" Zhang Guan leaned back in his chair hard and took it easy.
The visibility outside was very poor, and there was already snow on the road. Sharapova drove the car very slowly. This speed was a bit sorry for the six cylinders of the sports car engine, but if she could still drive in this kind of weather, If you go too fast, it's like risking your life.
"The heating in this car is very powerful!" Zhang Guan muttered silently in his heart, but at this moment, Sharapova braked, and then the sports car stalled!
"This is a brand-name sports car, and it stalled!" Zhang Guan couldn't help complaining.
Although Zhang Guan could drive in his previous life and had a car at home, he didn't know anything about sports cars. Of course, the main reason was that he couldn't afford one. This time around, although Zhang Guan has become a rich man, he has been enjoying the pick-up and drop-off service since he became a sports star. Although the championship team equipped him with a car, it was a commercial vehicle, so Zhang Guan still doesn't know much about sports cars.
Zhang Guan simply believed that since the price of a sports car is so high, it must be better than a conventional car in all aspects. But in fact, in addition to the brand value, the cost of a sports car is also reflected in the precision and complexity of its production. The more sophisticated and complex something is, the more restrictions there are on its usage conditions. For example, better oil is needed, better road conditions are needed, a more suitable climate environment is needed, more frequent maintenance and repairs are needed, etc.
The domestic magic cars of the 1990s actually borrowed from European cars of the 1960s and 1970s. These magic cars did not have high speeds, comfortable rides, or good driving control. It even often breaks down, but it has a great advantage, that is, it is resistant to tossing. It doesn't matter if the road conditions are bad, it doesn't matter if the oil quality is not good. Anyway, you just increase the accelerator and drive ahead. These cars definitely had a huge advantage in that era when the road infrastructure was not very good. However, as domestic road conditions continue to improve, people have begun to choose vehicles with more comfortable rides, better control, and faster speeds, and these magic cars have gradually faded out of the market. If you really go to a place with poor road conditions or climate environment, those comfortable vehicles are really not as good as the domestically produced magic cars of the last century.
The same is true for sports cars. In this situation where it is close to minus 20 degrees and it is snowing heavily, the performance of expensive and sophisticated sports cars may not be as good as the Volga classic cars of the former Soviet Union.
Sharapova pressed the start button, started the car again, and then applied the accelerator. However, she did not realize that the slippery road in snowy weather was very taboo on such a violent application of the accelerator, so the car suddenly skidded. , rowed to the side of the road. There is obviously more ice accumulated on the roadside. Even though the wheels are turning, the car is not moving forward, but is skidding in place.
Sharapova felt a little embarrassed, especially since the person sitting next to her had a special relationship with her that she couldn't explain.
"I haven't driven much since I got my driver's license..." Sharapova explained.
Zhang Guan suddenly thought that Sharapova should not be even eighteen years old! How did she get her driver's license? Could it be that I got a fake certificate and then it has no value
Sharapova continued to explain: "I got my driver's license in the United States, and then changed it to a Russian driver's license. There is no such heavy snow in the United States, so I am still not used to this weather."
Zhang Guan nodded in agreement. He did know that Americans can take a driver's license test at the age of sixteen. Many Americans start learning to drive when they are fifteen, and then apply for a driver's license after their sixteenth birthday. However, when you first get your driver's license at the age of sixteen, you must be accompanied by an adult before you can drive on the road. In the second year, you can drive alone.
Sharapova came to the United States to learn tennis when she was a child. She has lived in the United States since then, so it is not surprising that she took the American driver's license. Moreover, the American driver's license can be directly replaced with the driver's license of the home country in many European and American countries, or it can be replaced with the driver's license of the home country after a simple theoretical test, so it is more convenient to use.
Sharapova was still on the gas, but the tires were still slipping on the ice and the car was still in place.
"If this doesn't work, let me go down and push it!" Zhang Guan said.
Sharapova thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
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Zhang Guan returned to the car again. Although he was only outside for a few minutes, snow flakes clung to Zhang Guan's clothes, head, and eyebrows, turning him into a snowman. Sharapova looked at Zhang Guan and found Zhang Guan's embarrassed look a bit cute.
This time Sharapova drove even slower. She didn't want to turn off the engine again. It was already dark outside, and the snowflakes floating in the night sky made it difficult to see the road. Sharapova didn't know where she had gone. At this time, she was driving completely relying on the guidance of the navigation system.
Finally, the end point appeared on the car navigation system. Sharapova and Zhang Guan both let out a sigh of relief, and then drove into the parking lot in front of the hotel.
"Thank you!" Zhang Guan opened the door and was about to get out of the car, but found that the snow on the road ahead had already reached his ankles.
"Such heavy snow!" He looked around and found that the snow had become heavier again.
"I'm afraid I can't drive in this kind of weather!" Zhang Guan got back into the car, then closed the door to prevent snow flakes from blowing in, and then said to Sharapova: "It's too snowy outside, it's impossible to drive. , please stop leaving before you do, and go in with me."
Zhang Guan was completely thinking about Sharapova's safety, but after he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little awkward. Asking a beautiful woman to stay away and then go to the hotel with him sounded like he was asking: Beauty, I The room has been reserved. Do you want to make an appointment
"I hope she won't misunderstand." Zhang Guan muttered silently.
After listening to Zhang Guan's words, Sharapova opened the car window, and the snowflakes outside instantly blew in. This has reached the level of a blizzard. In this weather, it is difficult to drive, even walk.
"Why did the snow suddenly become so heavy! It seems that we really can't leave." Sharapova hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and agreed.
The two walked into the hotel in the heavy snow. Zhang Guan subconsciously walked on the windward side, helping Sharapova block more snow flakes. However, the actual effect was not very good. Sharapova also had a certain He was only slightly shorter than Zhang Guan, who was over eight meters tall. So when the two of them rushed into the hotel, they had both turned into snowmen.
The front desk staff glanced at the two people, then lowered their heads and continued working. When a man and a woman come to a high-end hotel like this, they know what to do just by thinking about it with their butts. Those who can stay in high-end hotels are rich people, and rich people also pay great attention to their privacy. It is better to pretend not to see this kind of thing.
Zhang Guanxin secretly gave the front desk staff a thumbs up, and then took Sharapova straight to the elevator. He was certainly not stupid enough to open a separate room for Sharapova, bring a beautiful woman into the hotel, and then open a separate room for the beautiful woman. This is definitely not what humans do.
And Zhang Guan also had a vague expectation in his heart.
Sharapova also did not propose a separate room, and just followed Zhang Guan into the elevator.
The white snow on the grass outside the window makes the outdoors not look so dark. At this time, the sky, the ground, and the office are all a kind of gray white, but it is still warm inside the house.
The two walked into the room, and two embarrassed figures immediately appeared on the mirror in front of the door. The snow on their bodies had melted, their hair and clothes were all wet, and their faces were covered with water drops from melted snowflakes.
"I want to take a shower." Sharapova said suddenly.
"The bathroom is over there." Zhang Guan pointed in the direction of the bathroom. Then I suddenly remembered that although the bathroom was large, it seemed to have a translucent glass wall installed on the outside.
"This is a star-rated hotel, why does it have a glass wall like a fast hotel?" Zhang Guan secretly complained in his heart, but he felt a little happy.
Sharapova didn't seem to care about this at all. She took off her coat directly and walked in. After a while, the sound of flushing water sounded, but Zhang Guan looked restless outside. Through the glass wall, he could see her figure inside. Of course, it was just a figure, and the details could not be seen clearly. But even so, he still felt his blood boiling, and he kept thinking of the Aegean Sea in his mind. That night.
Finally, Sharapova finished washing and walked out wrapped in a bath towel. However, after all, she was more than 1.8 meters tall. The size of a regular bath towel could only barely cover the parts that should be covered, but it made her look even more attractive. .
Zhang Guan looked at Sharapova with a blank expression. He suddenly felt that this hotel was so considerate. The towel might be a little small for Sharapova, but Zhang Guan felt that it was just right.
Seeing Zhang Guan's expression, Sharapova turned red and asked, "Aren't you going to take a shower? If you don't take a hot bath, you might catch a cold."
"Wash, wash right away." Zhang Guan quickly rushed into the bathroom. Then I saw Sharapova's clothes placed in the bamboo basket in the bathroom, mainly the two innermost clothes.
Zhang Guan started to get distracted. He didn't know if this was a hint from the other party, or if Western girls were so open-minded to begin with, or if he was simply overthinking it.
Zhang Guan came out of the shower and found Sharapova sitting on the sofa, holding a copy of the day's newspaper in her hand and flipping through the sports section. The headline on the sports page was that he broke the world record in the 60-meter dash at the Moscow indoor track and field competition.
"You broke the world record again?" Sharapova looked at Zhang Guan with a hint of surprise and a little admiration in her eyes.
It is human nature to worship the strong, especially fighting nations, who highly respect the strong. Although Sharapova is a Grand Slam tennis player, she is still just a girl under the age of 18. At this age, she always has a special fondness for heroes.
Perhaps this is the reason why Sharapova was willing to follow Zhang Guan. Although that night was an accident, to be fair, Zhang Guan is indeed very good, and she does not hate him.
"This is just an indoor record for the 60-meter dash, not as good as the 100-meter dash." Zhang Guan sat in front of Sharapova and tried to look as natural as possible.
"Oh!" Sharapova agreed, and then continued to read the newspaper in her hand, but her eyes were secretly looking at Zhang Guan.
"This Asian looks very strong, with strong muscles. He should be very powerful!" Sharapova suddenly remembered that night on the Aegean Sea, and then immediately realized that Zhang Guan was indeed very powerful. I have experienced it personally.
Neither of them spoke, and the air seemed to solidify, but the atmosphere was not awkward. Instead, it had a special mood, just like the crystal liquid overflowing from the distilled koji on a heavy stove, exuding an intoxicating fragrance, whether or not it was. I look forward to having the opportunity to taste it.
Unconsciously, the two people's eyes met. They looked at each other without looking away.
Time passed little by little, and neither of them spoke, but Zhang Guan's intuition told him whether he should do something now.
The next second, Zhang Guan hugged Sharapova. He didn't know why he was so irrational, but it was obvious that he was not ready to be rational at this time.
But Sharapova seemed to be ready, and put her arms around Zhang Guan's neck.
This moment came too suddenly. Maybe neither of them expected it, or maybe they didn't realize it at all. They had been waiting for this moment silently in their subconscious.
The snow is still falling outside, and the house is still as warm as spring. And it’s not just spring-like warmth, there’s also great spring sunshine.
But at this moment, it is indeed not the time to be rational.
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