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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 beyond the reach of others in the eyes of women.

On this night, the charm of roses endured in Sharapova's heart, and even became a complex for a lifetime.

Rose, it's not a litmus test for love, but it's a catalyst.

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

The next morning, Sharapova woke up very early, sat on the carpet in the living room with her hands and knees, looked at the roses in the room, and the whole person was wrapped in the fragrance of flowers, and she couldn't help but fall into intoxication.

Just like last night's romantic crazy night intoxicated her.

But Matthew doesn't think so.

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

Matthew had imagined it well.

Due to the perennial fitness and exercise, coupled with the natural relationship, he is full of hormones and vitality, whether it is Rachel McAdams or Jessica Alba in the past, he is not an even opponent, and he has to hold it a little bit every time, but after seeing Sharapova yesterday, he originally thought that Sharapova is tall and a leader in professional sports, and if he can get her, it will be an earth-shattering war.

In particular, Sharapova's ecstatic scream on the field is simply shocking and resounding in the sky, and the woman who can make such a roar is definitely not ordinary.

At first, he was worried that Sharapova's screams would spread throughout the floor, so that the one he did for Sharapova would definitely cause a storm in the city.

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

He tried his best to impress Sharapova, and after starting an in-depth exchange, he realized that he was not only wrong, but very wrong.

Who would have imagined that Sharapova was lying there, unmoving, unresponsive, and silent, like a ......

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 screams could reach the sky on the field, were even more stuffy than a stuffy gourd.

It was his worst night in North America, and he was sure it couldn't get any worse in the future.

My God...... Jesus...... O Satan...... O Buddha...... Jade Emperor......

Matthew cursed the gods and Buddhas again, and he never regretted it in his heart...... No, it's remorse!

He is a person who rarely regrets doing things, and it is extremely rare to regret not being at the beginning.

But this morning, Matthew really regretted it, he shouldn't have watched Sharapova in the arena and imagined that her screams could spread all over the floor, let alone make such a big deal and hook up with Sharapova.

What a terrible night!

On the living room carpet, Sharapova sat there, her eyes had already turned from roses to Matthew, the hard lines carved out of marble, and the strong muscles that the white shirt could not hide, were much better looking than roses.

And last night...... That series of romance last night.

Young Maria Sharapova felt that she had found true love.

She had just noticed that Matthew was standing there, looking at herself motionlessly, his eyes never taking a cent off her, just looking at it like that, in a daze......

It was clear that he only had himself in his eyes.

Maria Sharapova has never been happier than she is now, and the day after her Grand Slam title, she has 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, and sat quietly on the thick carpet with her hands and knees, admiring Matthew's good-looking figure and face.

Just like a man is to a woman, a woman's first impression of a man is also the face and figure.

The difference is that women will consider men's net worth and status more.

This is a country that looks at face and wealth.

Either way, Matthew is attractive enough.

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

"Mary. Matthew is still very gentlemanly, his acting skills have grown in recent years, and his acting is easy to come by, "Are you hungry? I'm going to order breakfast." ”

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

Matthew walked over and flicked it on her head, "What do you think?"

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

Matthew couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and said again, "Breakfast, I'm going to get breakfast." ”

Sharapova nodded, "Hmm." ”

Matthew went to inform the suite housekeeper, and Sharapova followed, and when Matthew finished breakfast, she leaned on him from behind and said, "Let's go to the men's singles final together in the afternoon, shall we?"

"Hmm......" Matthew muttered deliberately, then said, "I'm sorry, Maria, I have other things to do today, I'm going to Rolex...... I'm a Rolex spokesperson, and I have a contract to negotiate with them, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go. ”

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

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

That kind of bad experience will make him regret not doing it at the beginning, and it would be terrible to do it again.

Sharapova was still indulging in her fantasies, and she didn't care, saying, "I'm not going to watch the men's singles final anymore." She let go of Matthew and stretched, "Go back and get some sleep, I've been tired lately." ”

The two had not spoken a few words, the doorbell rang, Matthew went over to open the door, and a waiter brought breakfast.

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

Sharapova is different from the Hollywood actresses that Matthew is used to, and she eats a lot more than him.

"The helicopter was rented last night. Matthew didn't shy away from this, "I'm leaving in the early morning, and I've already called a car to take you back." ”

"I'll just take 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 head, and said, "Look at me, I almost forgot, you wait, I'll go get it." ”

"Hmm. Sharapova nodded.

Matthew found the autographed photo he had prepared last night and handed it to Sharapova, who solemnly put it away, followed Matthew out of the suite, and went down to the lobby of the hotel in a movie, where a black Mercedes sedan was already waiting in front of the turnstiles.

Mercedes-Benz is ready to start an in-depth all-round cooperation with Matthew, sending a flagship business sedan to be on standby 24 hours a day at the hotel where Matthew is staying.

Out of the hotel gate, a waiter pulled the car door, Sharapova did not get into the car immediately, turned around and looked at Matthew, looking reluctant.

"When are we going to see each other again?" she looked at Matthew, full of anticipation.

Matthew replied seemingly seriously, "I'll call you when I'm done with the past few days." ”

"Hmm. Sharapova nodded, turned around and was about to get into the car, when she suddenly turned around again, "Matthew ......"

Just as Sharapova was about to get into the car, Matthew had already noticed that someone on the left was holding a camera, which seemed to be filming here, but he never cared about his gossip scandals, and Helen Herman said it was also very reasonable, gossip scandals can make celebrities gain exposure and stay in the media and the public's field of vision.

So, seeing Sharapova's turnaround and reluctant to leave, he immediately stepped forward, kissed Sharapova gently, patted her thick and powerful back, and said, "Wait for my call." ”

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

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

In the car, Sharapova pulled out the signed photograph of Matthew in a formal suit, which was the charming appearance of yesterday's award to her.

She loved Matthew's outfit.

After looking at it for a while, Sharapova flipped out her phone, first found the phone call from Matthew last night, wrote it down on the contact list, then put the photo flat on her lap, turned on the phone camera, and took a few photos in a row.

She decided to upload the photos to her personal blog when she returned, so that her fans could share the joy with her.

Matthew saw that some of the paparazzi were driving after the Mercedes-Benz, and some were still taking pictures of him, ignoring the people, turned around and entered the hotel, called the suite housekeeper, and asked the hotel to clean up the house full of roses.

For the next few days, he was going to be in New York, not wanting to be in the company of a room full of roses.

But what is he going to do today? Originally, he was going to watch the men's singles final, and the Swiss cow who reached the final was the tennis star he had known before, and he also wanted to see the style of the emperor's superstar.

Having rejected Sharapova, it would not have been appropriate to go to Arthur Ashe Stadium again.

Although Sharapova said that she would not go to the men's singles final, what if she went and the two ran into each other again?

Even if you don't want to have a next time with Sharapova, such face-to-face embarrassment is best avoided.

Matthew went to the rest area in the hall on the first floor, intending to sit for a while, wait for the upper part to clean up the suite, and go back to catch up on sleep.

Just sat down for a short time, the phone suddenly rang, and Matthew glanced at it, it was Helen Herman.

"Hi Helen. He answered, "The sun hasn't come out of Los Angeles yet, has it? Call me so early." ”

"I just got out of JFK Airport. Helen Herman's words came as a surprise to Matthew, "You're at the hotel, right? I'm going to look for you, we're going to Marvel headquarters, and they want to talk to you directly." ”