Vol 3 Chapter 14: The second intimate contact (Liuengqiu subscription and monthly pass)

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The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the few pedestrians on the road try to wrap themselves in their coats, enduring the bitter cold, relying on the eaves of the roadside buildings, and going forward hard.
Zhang Guan in the co-pilot's seat looked at Sharapova with a guilty conscience. The theory of "You are the first time I got the first time and then evened out" seems to be logical as equivalent exchange, but Zhang Guan always feels , Men and women are different in this kind of thing, can't simply use equivalent exchange to measure.
But Zhang Guan doesn't know Sharapova's real thoughts. Perhaps Westerners' ideas in this respect are really different from those of Orientals. If they insist on it, they may be treated as fools!
Zhang Guan's thoughts are still very confused, even if he is sitting next to Sharapova now, he still does not know how to face her.
"Is this really good?" Zhang Guan asked very carefully, like a squirrel just out of the tree hole in spring, timid and alert.
"I said, since it was a misunderstanding, let us all forget it!" Sharapova's tone was firm.
At this time, Sharapova suddenly realized that they were on the way out of the city, so she asked, "Well, 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 road. She stopped the car and pressed the address on the navigator, only to find that they were just right. Going in the opposite direction.
"We have turned around and we are going to turn around." Sharapova said.
"Why don't I get off the bus, just take a taxi and go back." Zhang Guan felt a little embarrassed.
"Look outside. Can you call a taxi now?" Sharapova said as he pressed the anti-skid mode on the sports car.
Zhang Guan looked out of the car window, he could see the street lights and headlights, and then there was nothing else. The snow has become very heavy. The snow flakes are very dense. In addition to the light that can penetrate the snow fluttering in the dense air, it is difficult for the naked eye to distinguish the specific scene.
Zhang Guan narrowed his neck. In this weather, the taxi driver was afraid that he would return home early and squat by the fire to get a glass of vodka. Then watch TV or something, but never get out of the car in this ghost weather.
"It's very warm in the car, and there are beautiful women, just stay in it honestly!" Zhang Guan leaned the back of the chair, and it would be safe if he came.
The outside view is very poor, and snow has already appeared on the road. Sharapova drove the car very slowly, which is a bit sorry for the six cylinders that the sports car engine is running, but if it still drives fast in this weather, it is tantamount to playing hard.
"The car's heating is still very powerful!" Zhang Guan murmured silently, and at this moment, Sharapova braked, and then the sports car went out!
"This is a famous sports car. It turned out!" Zhang Guan couldn't help vomiting.
Although Zhang Guan used to drive a car and had a car at home, he can't say anything about sports cars. Of course, the main reason is that he can't afford it. This time he revived, although Zhang Guan became a rich man, he has been enjoying the car-to-car service since he became a sports star. Although the champion team equipped him with a car, it was a commercial vehicle, so Zhang Guan still doesn't know much about sports cars.
Zhang Guan thought simply. Since the price of the sports car is so high, it must be better than the conventional car in all aspects, but in fact, in addition to the brand value, the price of the sports car is more reflected in the precision and complexity of the production, and the more sophisticated the complex, The more restrictions on the conditions of use. For example, the use of better oil, the need for better road conditions, the need for a more suitable climatic environment, more frequent maintenance and maintenance, etc.
The domestic cars of the 1990s are actually borrowed from European car models in the 1960s and 70s. These cars do not have a high speed, a very comfortable ride, and no good driving control. There are often problems, but there is a big advantage, that is, resistance to toss. It’s okay to have bad road conditions, and it’s okay to have poor oil quality. Anyway, it’s the addition of the throttle to drive ahead. These cars definitely have a huge advantage in the era when the road infrastructure is not very good. However, with the continuous improvement of domestic road conditions, people began to choose vehicles that are more comfortable to ride, have better handling and faster speed, and these cars gradually faded out of the market. If you really get to a place with bad road conditions or a bad climate, those comfortable vehicles are really inferior to those made in the last century.
The same is true of sports cars. In such a case where it is close to minus 20 degrees and it is snowing, the performance of expensive and sophisticated sports cars may not be as good as the classic Volga cars of the former Soviet Union.
Sharapova pressed the start button, started the car again, and then gave the throttle, but she didn't realize that snowy road slipping was very taboo for this way of giving throttle, so the car slid suddenly. , Crossed the road. The accumulated ice on the roadside is obviously more. Even if the wheels are turning, the car is not moving forward, but is slipping in place.
Sharapova felt a little embarrassing, especially the person sitting next to her had a special unclear relationship.
"I haven't opened it much since I got my driver's license..." Sharapova explained.
Zhang Guan suddenly thought that Sharapova should be under 18 years old! How did she get her driver's license? Is it a fake certificate, and then no certificate value!
Just listen to Sharapova and then explain: "I got a driver's license in the United States, and then changed to a Russian driver's license. There is no such heavy snow in the United States, so this weather, I am still not very used to it."
Zhang Guan nodded in agreement. He knows that Americans can take a driver's license at the age of sixteen. Many Americans start learning to drive when they are fifteen, and then get a driver's license after their sixteenth birthday. However, the first year of getting a driver's license at the age of sixteen must be accompanied by an adult in order to drive on the road, and the second year can be alone.
Sharapova went to the United States to study tennis when she was a child. Since then, she has lived in the United States, so it is not surprising that she will take an American driver's license. Moreover, in many countries in Europe and America, the American driver's license can directly replace the driver's license of the cost country. Or, after a simple theoretical examination, the driver’s license of the costing country is replaced, so it is more convenient to use.
Sharapova is still on the gas pedal, but the tires are still slipping on the ice, and the car is still in place.
"It won't work. Let me push it down!" Zhang Guan said.
After thinking about it, Sharapova nodded and agreed.
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Zhang Guan returned to the car again. Although it was only a few minutes outside, the snow flakes attached to Zhang Guan's clothes, head, and eyebrows, making him a snowman. Sharapova looked at Zhang Guan, the more embarrassed Zhang Guan looked.
This time Sharapova drove more slowly. She didn't want to turn off the flame again, and the sky outside was dark, the snow fluttering in the night sky made people hard to see the road at all, and Sharapova didn't know that she had been there. At this time, she was driving with the guidance of navigation.
At the end of the driving navigation, Sharapova and Zhang Guan breathed out. Then drive the car into the parking lot in front of the hotel.
"Thank you!" Zhang Guan opened the door and was about to get off, but found that the snow in the road ahead had already crossed his ankle.
"Such snow!" He looked around and found that the snow had grown thicker again.
"I'm afraid I can't drive in this weather!" Zhang Guan returned to the car and closed the door to avoid the snow blown in. Then he said to Sharapova: "It's too snowy outside. It's impossible to drive , Don’t leave before you, go in with me."
Zhang Guan was totally thinking about Sharapova's safety, but after he finished, he suddenly felt a little awkward and made a beautiful woman stay away, and then went to the hotel with himself. This sounds like asking: beautiful women. I have already opened the room, do you want to make an appointment?
"I hope she won't get it wrong." Zhang Guan thought in silence.
After listening to Zhang Guan's words, Sharapova opened the car window, and the snow outside immediately blew in. This had reached the level of blizzard. The weather is hard to walk, let alone driving.
"Why did this snow suddenly become so big! It seems that it really can't go." Sharapova hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and agreed.
The two braved the snow and entered the hotel, Zhang Guan subconsciously walked on the windward side, helping Sharapova to block more snow flakes, but the actual effect was not very good, Sharapova also had a The height of Mi Ba or above is only a little shorter than that of Zhang Guan, so when the two rushed into the hotel, they had already turned into snowmen.
The staff at the front desk glanced at the two and then lowered their heads to continue working. Come to a high-end hotel like a man and a woman, think about what to do with your ass. Those who can live in high-end hotels are rich people, and rich people also pay attention to their privacy. This kind of thing is still pretending not to be seen.
Zhang Guan secretly gave a praise to the front desk staff, and then took Sharapova straight to the elevator. He was naturally not stupid enough to open a separate room for Sharapova, took a beautiful woman into the hotel, and then opened a separate room for the beautiful girl. This was definitely not something that people did.
And there is a faint look in Zhang Guan's heart.
Sharapova also did not propose to open a separate room, so she followed Zhang Guan and got on the elevator.
The snow-white snow on the grass outside the window makes the outdoors not so dark. At this time, the sky, the underground, and the office are all a kind of gray white, but the inside is still warm.
The two entered the room, and two embarrassed figures appeared on the mirror in front of the door. The snow on them has melted, their hair and clothes are all wet, and their faces are even more covered with snowdrops of melted snow.
"I'm going to take a bath." Sharapova said suddenly.
"The bathroom is over there." Zhang Guan pointed to the direction of the bathroom. Then I suddenly remembered that although the bathroom was very large, the outermost part seemed to be a translucent glass wall.
"This is a star-rated hotel. How could you make a glass wall like an express hotel." Zhang Guan said secretly in his heart, but his psychology was a little beautiful.
It seemed that Sharapova didn't care about it at all. She took off her coat and walked in. After a while the sound of flushing sounded, Zhang Guan was restless outside. He can see her figure inside through the glass wall, of course, it is only the figure, and the details are not clear, but even so, he still feels his blood veins open, and keeps thinking of the Aegean seaside in his mind. That night.
Finally, Sharapova finished washing, and she came out wrapped in a bath towel, but after all, she had a height of more than 1.8 meters. The size of a conventional bath towel can only barely cover the part that should be covered, but it seems more attractive. .
Zhang Guan looked at Sharapova with a dull face. He suddenly felt that the hotel was so considerate. This bath towel may be a little small for Sharapova, but Zhang Guan felt just right.
Seeing Zhang Guan's expression, Sharapova blushed and asked, "Don't you wash it? You may catch a cold if you don't take a hot bath."
"Wash, wash immediately." Zhang Guan quickly rushed into the bathroom. Then I saw Sharapova's clothes in the bamboo baskets in the bathroom, mainly the two innermost clothes.
Zhang Guan began to get up, he didn't know if this was a hint from the other party, or whether the Western girl had been so open, or she simply thought too much.
Zhang Guan came out after taking a shower and found that Sharapova was sitting on the sofa, holding a newspaper of the day in his hand, and was reading the sports version. The sports headline is exactly what he broke the world record for the 60-meter sprint in the Moscow track and field indoor competition.
"Are you breaking the world record again?" Sharapova looked at Zhang Guan with a trace of surprise in her eyes and a little admiration.
It is human nature to worship the strong, especially the fighting nation, and it is highly respected for the strong. Although Sharapova is a Grand Slam tennis player, after all, she is still a girl under the age of eighteen. At this age, she always has a special love for heroes.
Perhaps this is also the reason why Sharapovaken followed Zhang Guan. Although that night was an accident, in all fairness, Zhang Guan was indeed excellent, and she did not hate him.
"This is just a record of a 60-meter indoor sprint. It is not as good as a 100-meter sprint." Zhang Guan sat close to Sharapova, trying to make himself appear natural.
"Oh!" Sharapova promised, and then read the newspaper in her hand, but she secretly looked at Zhang Guan.
"This Oriental still looks very strong, with strong muscles and should be very powerful!" Sharapova suddenly remembered the night at the Aegean Sea, and immediately realized that Zhang Guan was indeed very powerful. It's a personal experience.
The two did not speak. The air seemed to freeze, but the atmosphere was not embarrassing. Instead, it had a special atmosphere, like a little crystal liquid overflowing from the distillery on the heavy stove, exuding intoxicating fragrance, whether or not The opportunity to taste is exciting.
Unconsciously, the two faced each other, and they looked at each other without looking away.
As time passed, neither of them spoke, but intuition told Zhang Guan whether he should do something now.
The next second, Zhang Guan grabbed Sharapova. He didn't know why he was so irrational, but obviously he was not going to talk about reason at this time.
Sharapova seemed to have already prepared, with arms around Zhang Guan's neck.
This moment is coming too suddenly, maybe neither of them thought of it, or maybe they did not realize it at all, and their subconscious mind has been silently looking forward to this moment.
The snow outside is still falling, and the house is still as warm as spring. And not only the spring-like warmth, but also the great spring light.
But at this moment, it is really not the time to speak reason. (To be continued.)
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