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The rose is a fiery dream in every woman's heart. It blooms quietly in a woman's dream, sweet and romantic, and its charm and beauty may be unmatched by other women.

That night, the charm of roses endured in Sharapova's heart for a long time, and even entangled in her whole life, becoming a kind of complex.

Rose, it is not the touchstone of love, but it is the catalyst.

Especially for a nineteen-year-old girl full of romantic fantasies.

The next morning, Sharapova got up very early and sat on the carpet in the living room with her hands tucked into her knees, looking at the roses in the room.

Just like that romantic crazy night last night had her intoxicated.

But Matthew doesn't think so.

After he finished washing, he walked out of the bathroom and saw Sharapova sitting there, sighing in his heart, what a bad night.

Matthew had originally imagined it well.

Due to year-round fitness and exercise, coupled with his natural relationship, he has strong hormone secretion and is full of vitality. In the past, whether it was Rachel McAdams or Jessica Alba, they were not equal opponents. Put it away, but after seeing Sharapova yesterday, he originally thought that Sharapova is tall and a leader in professional sports. If she can get her done, it must be an earth-shattering war.

In particular, Sharapova's ecstasy screams on the field are simply shocking, resounding through the sky, and a woman who can make such a roar is definitely not ordinary.

At first, he was worried that Sharapova's scream would spread all over the floor, so that what he did for Sharapova would definitely cause trouble in the city.

However, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

He tried his best to impress Sharapova, and only after he began to communicate deeply did he realize that he was not only wrong, but also very wrong.

Who would have imagined that Sharapova would lie there, not moving, not responding, not making a sound, like...

Matthew searched in his head for a long time before he found a suitable adjective, like "dead frog".

He couldn't imagine that Sharapova, whose voice could reach the sky in the arena, was even more boring than the gourd.

It was the worst night he's had in North America, and he's sure it can't get any worse.

God... Jesus... Satan... Buddha... Jade Emperor...

Matthew cursed the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and he has never regretted it in his heart... No, it is regret! Sorry for the first time!

As a person, he rarely regrets doing things, and it is extremely rare to regret it at the beginning.

But this morning, Matthew really regretted it. He shouldn't have watched Sharapova on the field and imagined that her screams could spread throughout the floor. .

What a horrible night!

On the carpet in the living room, Sharapova sat there, her eyes had long since turned from the rose to Matthew. The tough lines carved from marble, and the strong muscles that a white shirt couldn't hide, were much prettier than roses.

And last night... that series of romance last night.

Young Maria Sharapova felt like she had found true love.

She noticed it just now that Matthew stood there, staring at himself motionlessly, his eyes didn't take a single ounce away from her, just looking at her, he was in a daze...

Obviously, he only has himself in his eyes.

Maria Sharapova has never been happier than she is now, and the day after she won a Grand Slam title, she found love again.

She originally wanted to talk to Matthew, but when she saw Matthew looking at her in a daze, she didn't make a sound. She quietly sat on the thick carpet with her hands over her knees, admiring Matthew's beautiful figure and face.

Just like a man has a woman, a woman's first impression of a man is his face and body.

The difference is that women will be more considerate of men's net worth and status.

This is a country that looks at its face and looks at its wealth.

Either way, Matthew is attractive enough.

After thinking about it a lot, and complaining a hundred times in his heart, Matthew came back to his senses and could only accept the facts of last night. After all, Maria Sharapova was still sitting opposite.

"Maria." Matthew is still very gentlemanly. Over the past few years, his acting skills have grown, and he can perform at will, with ease. "Are you hungry? I'll go and order breakfast."

Sharapova looked at Matthew, just smiled, but didn't speak.

Matthew walked over and flicked her forehead lightly, "What are you thinking?"

"Ah..." Sharapova was intoxicated in the fantasy of romantic love, she came back to her senses, looked up at Matthew, and said, "What did you say?"

Matthew couldn't help shaking his head and smiled, and said again, "Let's have breakfast, I'll go and ask for breakfast."

Sharapova nodded, "Yeah."

Matthew went to inform the housekeeper, and Sharapova followed, and when Matthew finished his breakfast, he leaned on him from behind and said, "Let's watch the men's singles final together this afternoon?"

"Well..." Matthew deliberately pondered for a while, and then said, "Sorry, Maria, I have other things to do today, I am going to Rolex... I am a spokesperson for Rolex, and I have a contract with them to discuss, I'm afraid I can't go."

Going to Arthur Ashe Stadium with Sharapova, or the men's singles final, what a joke.

Although he has never cared about gossip and scandal spreading all over the world, he has decided not to have a second in-depth communication with Sharapova.

That kind of bad experience will make him regret it once, and it would be terrible to do it again.

Sharapova was still immersed in her own fantasies and didn't care, she said, "I won't go to the men's singles final." She let go of Matthew and stretched, "Go back and get a good night's sleep, I've been exhausted lately."

The two said a few words, the doorbell rang, Matthew went to open the door, and a waiter brought breakfast over.

The room was full of roses, and it was very inconvenient to get in and out of the dining car. The waiter brought the breakfast into the suite restaurant. Matthew took Sharapova to eat breakfast and was going to send her back.

Unlike the Hollywood actresses that Matthew is used to, Sharapova has a very large appetite, more than he eats.

"The helicopter was rented last night." Matthew did not shy away from this. "I left in the early morning, and I have already called a car to take you back."

"I'll be in the car." Sharapova had just finished eating, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and reminded Matthew, "You haven't given me what I want."

Matthew was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, patted his forehead, and said, "Look at me, I almost forgot, wait a moment, I'll get it now."

"Yeah." Sharapova nodded.

Matthew found the autographed photo prepared last night and handed it to Sharapova. Sharapova put it away solemnly, followed Matthew out of the suite, took the movie down to the hotel lobby, a black Mercedes-Benz The car was already waiting in front of the turnstile.

Mercedes-Benz was ready to start an in-depth and all-round cooperation with Matthew, and dispatched a flagship business sedan to be on call 24 hours a day at the hotel where Matthew stayed.

After exiting the hotel door, a waiter opened the car door, but Sharapova did not get in the car immediately, and turned to look at Matthew with a reluctant look.

"When will we meet again?" She looked at Matthew with anticipation.

Matthew seemed to answer very seriously, "I'll call you when I finish my busy days."

"Yeah." Sharapova nodded, turned around to get in the car, and suddenly turned around, "Matthew..."

Just as Sharapova was about to get in the car, Matthew had noticed that someone on the left was holding a camera and seemed to be filming this side, but he never cared about his gossip and scandal, and Helen Herman said it very well. Reasonably, gossip scandals can give celebrities exposure and stay in the media and the public's field of vision.

So, seeing Sharapova turning around and looking reluctant to leave, he immediately stepped forward, kissed Sharapova lightly, patted her thick and powerful back, and said, " Wait for my call."

Sharapova also noticed the paparazzi, but didn't care at all, nodded in response, and turned to the car.

The black Mercedes-Benz car slowly drove away from the hotel entrance, merged into the traffic on Seventh Avenue, accelerated forward, and quickly disappeared.

In the car, Sharapova took out the autographed photo, which showed Matthew in a formal suit, just like the charming appearance when he gave her the award yesterday~www.readwn.com~ She likes this dress of Matthew.

After watching for a while, Sharapova pulled out her phone, first found the phone call from Matthew last night, put it on the contact list, then placed the photo on her lap, turned on the phone's camera, and took pictures in succession. a few.

She decided to go back and upload these photos to her personal blog, so that her fans can share the joy.

Matthew saw some paparazzi driving to chase the Mercedes, some still taking pictures of him, ignoring those people, turned around and entered the hotel, called the suite housekeeper, and asked the hotel to clean up the room rose flower.

For the next few days, he will be in New York, not wanting to be with a house full of roses.

But what to do today? Originally, he planned to go to the men's singles final. The Swiss cow who made it to the final was a tennis star he knew before, and he also wanted to see the style of this superstar.

Rejected Sharapova, and then go to Arthur - Ash Stadium is not suitable.

Although Sharapova said she would not go to the men's singles final, what if she went and the two met again? Isn't it embarrassing.

This face-to-face embarrassment is best avoided, even if she doesn't want to have another encounter with Sharapova.

Matthew came to the rest area in the lobby on the first floor, intending to sit for a while, wait for the suite to be cleaned up, and then go back to catch up on sleep.

Not long after sitting down, the phone suddenly rang, and Matthew glanced at it, it was Helen Herman.

"Hi, Helen." He answered the phone. "Is the sun out in Los Angeles? Call me so early."

"I just got out of JFK Airport." Helen Herman's words were beyond Matthew's expectations, "Are you in the hotel? I'll go look for you, we're going to Marvel headquarters, they want to talk to you directly."

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