The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the few pedestrians on the road struggled to wrap themselves in their coats, endure the biting cold, and lean on the eaves of the roadside buildings.

Zhang Guan in the co-pilot's seat looked at Sharapova with some weakness, "Your first time and my first time and then flattened" This theory sounds as logical as equivalent exchange, but Zhang Guan always feels that men and women are different in this kind of thing, and they cannot be simply measured by equivalent exchange.

But Zhang Guan doesn't know Sharapova's real thoughts, maybe Westerners' concepts in this regard are really different from those of Easterners, and if he insists, he may be regarded as a fool!

Zhang Guan's mind was still confused, and even if he was sitting next to Sharapova right now, he still didn't know how to face her.

"Is that really good?" Zhang Guan asked very cautiously, like a squirrel that had just come out of a tree hole in the spring, timid and alert.

"As I said, since it's a misunderstanding, let's all forget about it!" Sharapova's tone was firm.

At this time, Sharapova suddenly realized that they were heading 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 road, she stopped the car and pressed the address on the navigator, only to find that they were walking in the opposite direction.

"If we go the other way, we're going to turn around." Sharapova spoke.

"Why don't I get out of the car and take a taxi back by myself." 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 window, he could see the street lights and the car lights, and then nothing else. The snow had become very large, flakes and very dense, except for the light that could penetrate the snowflakes that fluttered in the dense air. It is already difficult to distinguish the specific scenery with the naked eye.

Zhang Guan shrunk his neck, in this weather, the taxi driver is afraid that he will return home early, squat by the stove to have a glass of vodka, and then watch TV or something, but he will never get out of the car in this ghost weather.

"It's warm in the car, and there are beautiful women, so stay in it honestly!" Zhang Guan leaned the back of the chair, and if he came, he would be safe.

The view from the outside is very poor, and there is already snow on the road. Sharapova drove the car very slowly, which was a bit sorry for the six cylinders of the sports car's engine, but if it was still driving fast in this weather, it would be tantamount to playing with her life.

"The heating of this car is still very powerful!" Zhang Guan muttered silently in his heart, and at this moment, Sharapova braked, and then the sports car turned off!

"It's a brand-name sports car, and it's turned off!" Zhang Guan couldn't stop complaining in his heart.

In his previous life, although Zhang Guan could drive, he also had a car at home. But it can be said that I don't know anything about sports cars, of course, the main reason is that I can't afford it. This time, although Zhang Guan has become a rich man, he has been enjoying the service of car pick-up and delivery since becoming a sports star. The champion team although equipped him with a car. But it is a commercial car, so today's Zhang Guan still has little understanding of sports cars.

Zhang Guan simply believes that since the price of sports cars is so high, they must be better than regular sedans in all aspects. But in fact, the cost of sports cars is not only reflected in the brand value, but also in the precision and complexity of the production. And the more sophisticated and complex the thing, the more restrictions there are on the conditions of use. For example, better oil, better road conditions, more suitable climate, more frequent maintenance and so on.

The domestic nineties of the car, in fact, are borrowed from the European sixties and seventies of the car, these cars do not have a high speed, do not have a very comfortable ride, do not have a good sense of driving control, and even often have problems, but there is a great advantage, that is, anti-toss. It doesn't matter if the road conditions are bad, it doesn't matter if the oil quality is not good, anyway, just add the throttle and drive ahead, these cars definitely have a huge advantage in that era when the road infrastructure was not very good. However, with the continuous improvement of domestic road conditions, people began to choose some vehicles that are more comfortable, better handling and faster, and these magic cars have gradually faded out of the market. If you really go to a place with poor road conditions or a poor climate environment, those comfortable vehicles are really not as good as the domestic god cars in the last century.

The same is true for sports cars, which in conditions close to minus 20 degrees Celsius and snowing heavily, expensive and sophisticated sports cars may not perform as well as the classic Volga cars of the former Soviet Union.

Sharapova pressed the start button, started the car again, and then gave a kick of the accelerator, but she didn't realize that it was very taboo to give the accelerator on a snowy day, so the car slid violently and rowed to the side of the road. The accumulation of ice on the side of the road is obviously more, and even though the wheels are turning, the car is not moving forward, but skidding in place.

Sharapova felt a little ashamed, especially since the person sitting next to her had an inexplicable special relationship with her.

"I haven't driven much since I got my license......," Sharapova explained.

Zhang Guan suddenly thought that Sharapova should not be yet eighteen years old! How did she get her driver's license? Shouldn't it be a fake certificate, and then there is no certificate value!

I only heard Sharapova then explain: "I got my driver's license in the United States, and then I changed it to a Russian driver's license. There isn't such a big snow in the United States, so I'm still a little used to the weather. ”

Zhang Guan nodded in agreement. He did know that Americans can get a driver's license at the age of sixteen, and many Americans start learning to drive at the age of fifteen, and then get a driver's license after their sixteenth birthday. But when you are 16 years old, you must be accompanied by an adult to drive on the road in the first year, and you can go on the road alone in the second year.

Sharapova went to the United States to study tennis when she was a child, and she has been living in the United States ever since, so it's no surprise that she got a U.S. driver's license. Moreover, the U.S. driver's license can be directly replaced with the driver's license of the home country in many countries in Europe and the United States, or the driver's license of the country can be replaced after a simple theory test, so it is more convenient to use.

Sharapova was still on the gas pedal, but the tires were still slipping on the ice and the car was still in place.

"This won't work, I'll go down and push it!" Zhang Guan said.

Sharapova thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

……

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, turning him into a snowman. Sharapova looked at Zhang Guan, and the more she felt that Zhang Guan's embarrassed appearance was a little cute.

This time Sharapova drove more slowly, she didn't want to turn off the engine again, and it was already dark outside, and the snowflakes drifting in the night sky made it impossible to see the road clearly, and Sharapova didn't know that she had gotten there, and she was driving completely on the guidance of the navigation.

Finally, the end line appeared on the driving navigation, and Sharapova and Zhang Guan both breathed a sigh of relief. Then drove the car 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, only to find that the snow on the road in front of him had reached his ankles.

"Such a big snow!" He looked around and saw that the snow had gotten heavier again.

"In this kind of weather, I'm afraid I can't drive!" Zhang Guan returned to the car, then closed the door to prevent the snow from blowing in, and then said to Sharapova: "The snow is too big outside, I can't drive at all, so I should not go before you." Come in with me. ”

Zhang Guan was completely concerned about Sharapova's safety, but after he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little awkward, and asked a beautiful woman to not leave. Then go to the hotel with yourself, which sounds like asking: Beauty, I have already opened the room, about it?

"I hope she doesn't get me wrong." Zhang Guan thought silently in his heart.

Listened to Zhang Guan's words. Sharapova opened the window of the car, and the snowflakes outside blew in instantly, which was already to the level of a blizzard. Not to mention driving, it is difficult to walk.

"How did this snow suddenly become so big! It really can't go, it seems. Sharapova hesitated, then nodded in agreement.

The two braved the heavy snow to walk into the hotel, Zhang Guan subconsciously walked on the windward side, helping Sharapova block more snow flakes, but the actual effect was not very good, Sharapova also has a height of more than 1.8 meters, only slightly shorter than Zhang Guan, so when the two rushed into the hotel, they had already become snowmen.

The staff at the front desk glanced at the two of them, then lowered their heads and continued their work. A man and a woman come to a high-end hotel, and you know what you want to do when you think about it with your ass. Those who can live in high-end hotels are rich people, and rich people also pay attention to their privacy, and this kind of thing is better to pretend not to see.

Zhang Guan secretly gave a thumbs up to the staff at the front desk, and then took Sharapova straight to the elevator. Naturally, he was not stupid enough to open a separate room for Sharapova, enter the hotel with a beautiful woman, and then open a separate room for a beautiful woman, which is definitely not something that people do.

And Zhang Guan also has a vague expectation in his 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 outside look not so dark, at this time, the sky, the ground, and the office are all a gray white, but the inside of the house is still warm.

The two walked into the room, and two embarrassed figures immediately appeared on the mirror in front of the door. The snow had melted from their bodies, their hair and clothes were all wet, and their faces were covered with droplets of water from the melting snowflakes.

"I'm going 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, the outermost installation seemed to be a translucent glass wall.

"This is a star-rated hotel, how can it be a glass wall like a fast hotel." Zhang Guan secretly complained in his heart, but his psychology was a little beautiful.

Sharapova didn't seem to care about this at all, she took off her coat directly, and then walked in, and after a while the sound of flushing water sounded, and Zhang Guan looked restless outside. Through the glass wall, he could see her figure inside, of course, it was only a figure, and the details were not clear, but even so, he still felt that his blood was racing, and his mind kept thinking of that night at the Aegean Sea.

Finally, Sharapova finished washing, and she walked out wrapped in a bath towel, but after all, she has a height of more than one meter and eight meters, and the size of the regular bath towel can only barely cover the part that should be covered, but it looks more attractive.

Zhang Guan looked at Sharapova with a dull face, he suddenly felt that this hotel was really considerate, this bath towel may be a little small for Sharapova, but Zhang Guan felt that it was just right.

Sharapova saw Zhang Guan's expression, her face turned red, and she asked, "Aren't you washing?" If you don't take a hot bath, you may catch a cold. ”

"Wash, wash right away." Zhang Guan quickly rushed into the bathroom. Then I saw that Sharapova's clothes were still placed in the bamboo basket in the bathroom, mainly the two clothes worn in the innermost.

Zhang Guan began to feel excited, he didn't know if this was a hint from the other party, or if the Western girl was so open, or if he was thinking too much at all.

Zhang Guan came out of the shower and found Sharapova sitting on the sofa with a newspaper of the day in her hand, flipping through the sports edition. And the sports headline is that he broke the world record in the 60-meter dash at the Moscow Athletics Indoor Championships.

"You've broken the world record again?" Sharapova looked at Zhang Guan with a hint of surprise in her eyes and a little admiration.

It is the nature of human beings to worship the strong, especially the fighting nation, and they are very respectful of the strong. Although Sharapova is a Grand Slam tennis player, she is only a girl under the age of 18 after all, and at this age, she always has a special love for heroes.

Perhaps this is also the reason why Sharapova is willing to follow Zhang Guan, although that night was an accident, but in all fairness, Zhang Guan is indeed very good, and she does not hate him.

"It's just a record for the indoor 60-meter dash, not a 100-meter dash." Zhang Guan sat down in front of Sharapova and tried to make herself look natural.

"Oh!" Sharapova agreed, and then continued to look at the newspaper in her hand, but her eyes were secretly looking at Zhang Guan.

"This Oriental man still looks very strong, his muscles are quite strong, he should be very powerful!" Sharapova suddenly remembered the night on the Aegean Sea, and then immediately realized that Zhang Guan was indeed very powerful, which she had experienced firsthand.

Neither of them spoke, and the air seemed to freeze, but the atmosphere was not awkward, but had a special mood, like a little bit of crystalline liquid overflowing from the distilled koji on the heavy stove, exuding an intoxicating fragrance, whether there was a chance to taste it or not, it was something to look forward to.

Unconsciously, the two looked at each other, and they looked at each other without looking away.

Time passed little by little, and neither of them spoke, but their intuition told Zhang Guan whether it was time to do something about it.

In the next second, Zhang Guan grabbed Sharapova. He didn't know why he was so irrational, but apparently he wasn't going to be rational anymore at this point.

Sharapova seemed to be ready, and put her arms around Zhang Guan's neck.

This moment came too suddenly, maybe neither of them thought of it, or maybe they didn't realize it at all, and their subconscious has been silently waiting for this moment.

The snow was still falling outside, and the house was still as warm as spring. And it's not just the warmth of spring, but also the good spring light.

But this is indeed not the time to be reasonable. (To be continued.) )

PS: Today's sixth chapter, I pushed the hairy girl again! Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a subscription!