Sharapova leaned on the wall of the corridor and looked forward. She saw that the doors of all the rooms were closed, except for the door of the first room. She walked over involuntarily, opened the door, stretched her head and looked inside.
In the dim light, she saw that there was no one in the room, and the large bed was neatly tidied, with no trace of being used.
"There is no one in the room." Sharapova walked into the room. She was worried that someone would come in. She turned around and locked the door, turned off the light, and then walked towards the big bed, taking off her clothes as she walked. black dress.
"This bed is so soft and comfortable." Sharapova covered herself in a snow-white quilt. The cold air from the air conditioner made it increasingly difficult for her to resist the alcohol in her body. She felt dizzy.
Vaguely, she heard the sound of the faucet. She opened her eyes with difficulty and found that there seemed to be a figure shaking in the bathroom!
"God, there is someone in this room!" She wanted to get up and go out, but found that her body had begun to lose control.
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The waiter had just returned from the bathroom and happened to see someone entering Zhang Guan's room. He was about to step forward to ask, but then stopped because what he saw was a blonde girl who was over 1.8 meters tall with high heels and a perfect figure outlined in a long black skirt.
"She's quite tall. She must be a model. I thought that the guest just now was not alone. It turns out that he had already made an appointment with a beautiful woman." The waiter walked forward and happened to hear the sound of the door being locked.
The waiter had seen this situation too many times. He smiled slightly, took out a small "Do Not Disturb" sign from the pocket behind him, and hung it on the door handle. At the same time, he thought to himself, the guest in the room must be I will be very satisfied with my "intimate" service.
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"It feels so uncomfortable!" Zhang Guan took a cold shower, but it had no effect. Instead, he became even more drunk. He greeted Phelps again in his heart, and then walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.
"Why are the lights turned off!" Zhang Guan was a little uncomfortable with the dark environment, but he remembered the location of the bed and walked straight over, then pulled off his nightgown and lay down.
"The bed is so soft and comfortable. I'll feel better after a good sleep!" Zhang Guan closed his eyes.
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In the darkness, Zhang Guan touched something soft, which felt good to the touch.
"The Greek pillows are really nice. They are so comfortable to hold. Do you want to buy one to take back with you later..."
The next moment, he suddenly realized that this seemed to be a person. He took a deep breath, and then there was an itching sensation on the tip of his nose, and a faint smell of shampoo entered his nose.
Zhang Guan opened his eyes suddenly, and with the faint light coming from the window, he saw a strand of golden hair.
"Perhaps the generous prince will arrange a surprise for you!" The words Phelps said not long ago suddenly surrounded his ears, and at that time Zhang Guan thought it was just a joke.
"Isn't this a surprise from the Prince of Dubai?" Zhang Guan thought evilly, but driven by alcohol, his body made the next move uncontrollably, and the other party, the blond woman, actually hugged him. Lived myself.
Alcohol can make cowardly people have a strong heart, and it can also make sane people do crazy things!
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The Aegean Sea in the early morning is as quiet and peaceful as a sleeping baby.
Sharapova looked at the man next to her. She had already recalled what happened last night. She got drunk, walked into someone else's room, locked the door, took off her clothes and lay on the bed, and then...
"Damn it, what have I done!" Sharapova felt aggrieved. Since she was five years old, her life has only been tennis. She has almost no recreational activities, and no time to talk about her boyfriend. But she lost the first time inexplicably, and then she still had a memory that was not too clear.
Sharapova didn't know how to face all this, and she subconsciously wanted to escape from here.
"Who is he? Oriental, very young, looks familiar." Sharapova stared at Zhang Guan and his strong muscles that were not consistent with his age.
"Orientals can also have muscles with such lines." Sharapova couldn't help but sigh in her heart, but then she realized that now was not the time for her to sigh. She quickly got up and dressed. Although her body was still a little uncomfortable, she had been feeling tired after years. The physical training made her movements still very agile. Then she picked up her high heels, opened the door, and ran out of the room quickly.
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Zhang Guan woke up with a bang and the sound of the door closing.
"Why do I feel so tired?" Zhang Guan opened his eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling.
"Just where? By the way, I came to attend the party of the Prince of Dubai, and then I seemed to drink too much, then took a shower, then went to sleep...sleep...it seemed like there was something else...by the way, I also had a shameful dream." Zhang Guan I sat up and was about to get out of bed, but I saw dots of bright red on the snow-white sheets, which were very conspicuous.
Zhang Guan jumped out of bed fiercely, looking at a loss.
"That shame was not a dream!" Zhang Guan suddenly realized that what happened last night was all facts.
"Maybe the generous Prince will arrange a 'surprise' for you!"
Phelps's words flashed through Zhang Guan's mind again. He became more and more certain that last night's experience was a "surprise" arranged by the Prince of Dubai. However, the very prominent different colors on the sheets made Zhang Guan feel that Dubai The prince's "surprise" seems a bit too big! He couldn't guess that the Prince of Dubai would have such a special arrangement. He suddenly felt that His Highness the Prince was too generous!
"Who is she?" Zhang Guan tried hard to recall everything about last night. He remembered that she didn't look too old. He remembered that she seemed to be tall. He remembered that her frame seemed to be very broad. He remembered that she seemed to be very tall. Her body was very elastic, and he remembered that her face was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere. He even began to reminisce about last night's wonderfulness.
Then Zhang Guan shook his head fiercely, he wished he could slap himself!
"What are you thinking about? This is the first time in my life that I have been so confused to a tall foreign girl. I am still thinking about this!" Then Zhang Guanye quickly put on his clothes on the boat, then opened the door with some guilt and stretched out his hand. When I walked out and saw everyone in the corridor, I walked out confidently. Then I tried my best to pretend that nothing happened and walked forward.
"Mr. Zhang, I didn't expect you to get up so early. Breakfast is already prepared. Do you need to eat now?"
This voice made Zhang Guan panic. Zhang Guan turned around with a guilty conscience and saw an unknown waiter standing there with a smile on his face.
Zhang Guan let out a long breath, and once again pretended that nothing happened, and then said: "Thank you, I am indeed a little hungry, please take me to have breakfast!"
The waiter took Zhang Guan to the restaurant. On the way, Zhang Guan seemed to be looking for something, but he couldn't find her until the restaurant. This made Zhang Guan very happy, but also a little disappointed.
"I probably won't meet her again in the future!" Zhang Guan thought to himself.
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The housekeeper sent Zhang Guan out of the villa.
Apart from the driver, Zhang Guan was the only one in the car. The "translator" did not appear. Maybe he had gone back last night, or maybe he was still in contact with the prince in the villa, but from the driver's smile, it was obvious that he had Some progress has been made. Zhang Guan didn't ask more about this kind of thing, and there was no need to ask more. He had already done what he should do.
Along the way, Zhang Guan was very absent-minded, but he still asked the driver to take him to the Athens Olympic Arena.
Zhang Guan did not find Yu Guiding in the athletes' rest area, and the time was already pointing to nine o'clock. So Zhang Guan quickly ran to the athletes' tunnel, and finally saw Director Yu in the waiting area outside the tunnel. In addition, Director Ma and the two head coaches in charge of the hurdles and long-distance running events were present.
"Fortunately, the game hasn't started yet." Zhang Guan let out a long sigh.
Director Yu also saw Zhang Guan and asked, "Why are you here? Didn't you leave with someone from the embassy? Is the matter done?"
"Everything is done." Zhang Guan nodded, and then said: "I came to see Liu Feiren win the gold medal."
Hearing what Zhang Guan said, Coach Sun, who was in charge of the hurdles event next to him, smiled kindly at Zhang Guan, but Zhang Guan could still feel that he must be very nervous.
Liu Feiren turned back and looked in the direction of the coach, just in time to see Zhang Guanzheng giving him two thumbs up.
"Zhang Guan is here too!" Liu Feiren's nervous mood suddenly calmed down. He looked at the finish line, his eyes full of determination!
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"12 seconds 91! Won! Won! We won! Tied the world record!"
Leading the way in the 110-meter hurdles event, he was the first to cross the finish line and win another gold medal for the national team.
Several coaches of the national team hugged each other excitedly. Director Ma and Director Yu performed slightly better. After all, they had experienced the scene when Zhang Guan won the championship, but Coach Sun, who was in charge of the hurdles event, was already full of tears. …
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More than half an hour later, the women's 10,000-meter final came.
In the last 100 meters of sprinting, the key point is right in front of you.
Before the finish line, Dibaba from Ethiopia raised her arms high and started cheering for victory. She thought she had won the championship. Although there was a Chinese athlete in front of her, Dibaba confidently thought that this was a Chinese athlete who had been trapped by her. player.
But then, the contestant she had "trapped" stopped and started celebrating.
"What, did she give up the game?" Dibaba thought to herself, but the next moment, when the reporters' cameras were focused on the Chinese athlete, she felt something was wrong.
The opponent is not the one being trapped, but the one who crosses the finish line first!
"Oriental Sacred Deer" won another gold medal for the national team!
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In one Olympic Games, the track and field event won three gold medals, and two gold medals were won in the men's sprint event. The national track and field team's performance in this Olympic Games was perfect!
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