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"cheers!"

In the hotel's huge ballroom, a tall Russian man raised his glass and said loudly, "Let's congratulate Maria! Congrats to my daughter!"

"cheers!"

More than a dozen people raised their glasses at the same time, and then said some congratulatory words to Sharapova.

Winning the U.S. Open Women's Singles Championship is something to celebrate for any tennis player. Sharapova has always been in a state of excitement since she won the game. After she came back, she also drank a few glasses of wine. Anyway, it was not the public. Occasionally, let the **** American laws go to hell.

She drank another glass of champagne, the wine gradually rose, and her face turned red.

There was still a lot of noise in the banquet hall, and fewer and fewer people were around Sharapova. Her father, Sharapov, came over at this time.

"I saw you talking with Matthew Horner?"

Hearing Sharapov's question, Sharapova not only did not deny it, but she was beaming, "What a big surprise today!"

She grabbed Sharapov's arm and said, "I am so happy that the organizing committee invited Matthew to present the award for me! This is one of my most memorable championships!"

Sharapov patted Sharapova, "You are the US Open champion now, pay attention to your image!"

Sharapova is still shaking, "You don't know, my favorite star is Matthew Horner..."

"What are you talking about?" Sharapov already remembered that Matthew was a big Hollywood star.

"Well..." Sharapova said without hiding it, "Matthew said he was my fan and wanted my autographed photo, and it happened that I wanted his too, so we chatted for a while."

Sharapov thought about it and said, "He wants it, give it to him."

Some time ago he saw entertainment news, it seems that Matthew Horner's one-shot salary has reached 20 million US dollars.

"I'll choose when I get back."

Sharapova took out her phone from the pocket of her casual jacket, and then pulled out a photo of her competition, which she carefully selected, and is definitely the most beautiful of all her competition photos.

The phone vibrated without warning, and Sharapova glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar number.

She temporarily handed the photo to Sharapov for safekeeping, ran to a quieter corner of the banquet hall, answered the phone, and just said something into the microphone, her already excited face instantly became even more excited.

After speaking for a while, she hurried back.

"Is something wrong?" Sharapov saw that his daughter seemed a little abnormal, "Who called?"

Sharapova kept shaking the phone in front of her father, "It's Matthew! Matthew called me! He's coming!"

She picked up Sharapov and left. "Come on! He'll be here soon!"

Sharapov did not speak, and followed behind Sharapova. Just now, Sharapova's excited voice was a little louder, and some people in the banquet hall also followed.

But what was strange to them was that the Sharapova father and daughter did not go downstairs, but went to the top floor.

What are you going to do on the top floor? The top floor of the hotel is a terrace, and there is also a helicopter landing pad. Who would go to the top floor to blow the night wind?

Sharapova dragged her father up to the brightly lit attic, and faintly saw lights approaching in the sky, and then the roar of the engine gradually came.

Behind her, many people appeared on the top floor one after another. When the last person got to the top floor, a helicopter could be seen slowly descending in the sky.

"Who is here?" The people behind were very curious.

"Dad! Matthew! Matthew!" Sharapova exclaimed, pointing to the helicopter, "Here comes Matthew!"

Sharapov raised his hand to cover his face to prevent the strong wind from the helicopter's propeller from blowing his eyes. From the gap between his fingers, he could clearly see a white medium-sized helicopter landing on the apron on the roof. .

This Matthew Horner is such a big hand! He muttered, but his voice was completely drowned out by the roar of the engine.

Sharapova didn't care about Sharapov at the back. Even if the strong wind was blowing, she opened her eyes to the maximum, watching the white helicopter land on the tarmac.

The door of the helicopter opened, and someone jumped from it, it was Matthew who had just awarded her the award a few hours earlier.

When he was on the plane, Matthew saw Sharapova, jumped off the plane, and immediately strode over. Sharapova was standing at the front of the group of people, her blond hair was simply pulled up in a ponytail, Casual jeans frame a pair of legs of amazing length.

Except for the middle-aged man standing behind him, Sharapova stood out from the crowd.

Matthew came to Sharapova, stretched out a hand to her, and said very gently, "Maria, can I have the honor to invite you to visit New York?"

Sharapova covered her chest with one hand and seemed to be speechless with excitement.

"Am I honored to invite Miss Sharapova to visit New York?" Matthew repeated.

"Yeah!" Sharapova finally reacted, nodding hastily, "Hmm! Hmm! Hmm..."

Matthew raised the outstretched hand slightly, and Sharapova put her hand on it with a little excitement.

"and many more!"

Amidst the wind and the sound of the engine, a man's voice came faintly, and Matthew saw the middle-aged man taller than Sharapova walking towards him.

Sharapova also turned her head and saw her father approaching quickly.

She turned around again, looked at Matthew and the helicopter, then turned to look at Sharapov, suddenly worried that her father would stop her...

Matthew winked, took two steps forward, and took the initiative to open a little distance from Sharapova. Who this middle-aged man is, he has already guessed from his height.

Helicopters aren't just for romance.

Sharapov put the photo in his hand to Sharapova, glanced at the helicopter, and Matthew standing in front of the helicopter, patted Sharapova's back lightly, and said, "Go."

"Yeah!" Sharapova looked at it with a smile, came to Matthew with her signed photo, took his arm, and couldn't wait, "Let's go."

Matthew took Sharapova into the helicopter, made a gesture to the pilot in front, and then took out a pair of headphones and put it on Sharapova's ears. Rise into the night sky.

This is a luxury passenger helicopter. After the take-off stage, the noise in the cockpit is much quieter, and the people sitting in it have no problem talking and communicating normally.

Matthew took off the headset first, and Sharapova took it off too.

"This..." She handed the signed photo to Matthew, "this is what you want, here it is."

Matthew took it and glanced at it and said, "Maria, this is the most precious gift I have received this year." He carefully put the photo into the inner pocket of his suit, "I will definitely treasure it."

Seeing him cherish so much, Sharapova smiled very happily.

"Sorry..." Matthew said suddenly, "I forgot the photo I prepared in the hotel. When we finish the night view of New York, go get it together?"

He tapped the helicopter's door and said, "With it, soon."

"Yeah." Sharapova nodded, "I'll listen to you."

"Maria, sit here." Matthew pointed to the opposite position near the window, "You can see the night view of New York from here."

The helicopter flew smoothly, and Sharapova also switched to the opposite side of Matthew. Looking down from the window, New York was brightly lit and neon flashing.

"I've never seen New York like this." Sharapova was very interested.

Matthew knows that some things cannot be rushed. In recent years, he has gained some experience. As long as the bedding is in place, he will naturally fall asleep.

He sat on the plane with Sharapova to watch the night scene, a nineteen-year-old girl who had been trained for a long time, her resistance would drop rapidly.

Sharapova added, "It feels special."

Matthew leaned closer and asked, "Does it feel like all of New York is being trampled underfoot?"

Sharapova didn't quite understand the meaning of Matthew's words. She looked back and looked at the opposite side suspiciously. Matthew pointed to the direction of Arthur Ashe Stadium, "You just conquered New York today."

"How can you say so exaggerated." Sharapova said so, but she was very happy.

Two things happened today that can make her excited for a long time. She won the US Open Women's Singles Championship, and she also met Matthew Horner~www.readwn.com~ The helicopter flew along the Hudson River to the mouth of the sea , and then turned around near the Statue of Liberty and entered the sky over Manhattan Island. Sharapova looked at the buildings below and asked curious questions from time to time.

"This is the tallest nightclub in New York." Matthew pointed to the top of a building and said, "You are not old enough to drink now. When you are twenty-one years old, I will take you to play inside."

Sharapova nodded hastily, "Okay! That's it."

Matthew responded with a smile. These professional athletes are much simpler than those women who are in Hollywood.

"It's almost at the hotel where I'm staying." Matthew looked at Sharapova and asked tentatively, "How about we go to the hotel first to get a photo? You gave it to me, but I didn't give it to you, I always feel bad about it. "

Flying all the way, Sharapova's affection for Matthew continued to increase, and she had no idea of ​​​​refusing, and said, "Okay."

Matthew picked up the intercom and told the driver to go back to the hotel. The helicopter slowly descended, and within ten minutes, it landed on the tarmac on the top floor of the Manhattan Hotel.

After getting off the helicopter, Matthew took Sharapova to the elevator to the floor where he stayed.

"This is it." Matthew stood in front of the door of the luxury suite.

Sharapova's hand was being held by him, but she didn't mean to break free. She asked curiously, "Why don't you open the door? Forgot to bring your room card?"

Matthew smiled and said, "I have a surprise for you."

After speaking, without waiting for Sharapova to reply, he pushed open the double door of the suite.

As the door opened a little bit, Sharipova's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in disbelief, unable to control herself with excitement.

The house was full of flowers, all her favorite red roses.

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