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"Cheers!"

In the hotel's huge ballroom, a tall Russian man raised his glass and exclaimed, "Let's congratulate Maria!

"Cheers!"

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

Winning the US Open women's singles title is something to celebrate for any tennis player, Sharapova has been in a state of euphoria since she won the match, and she has drunk a few glasses of wine since she returned, and it is not in public anyway, to hell with the damn American law.

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

The banquet hall was still noisy, and the people around Sharapova were gradually decreasing, and her father Sharapov came to find her.

"I saw you talking to Matthew Horner?"

Hearing Sharapov's question, Sharapova not only did not deny it, but her eyebrows fluttered, "What a big surprise today!"

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

Sharapov slapped Sharapova on the back, "You are now a US Open champion, 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 in his mind that Matthew was a Hollywood A-lister.

"Well...... Sharapova didn't hide it, "Matthew said he was a fan of mine and wanted my autographed photo, and it just so happened that I wanted him too, so we talked a little more." ”

Sharapov thought for a moment and said, "He wants it, give it to him." ”

Some time ago, he watched entertainment news, and it seemed that Matthew Horner's salary for a single film had reached $20 million.

"I'll choose when I get back. ”

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

Without warning, the phone vibrate, and Sharapova glanced at it, and it was an unfamiliar number.

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

Not long after she said that, she hurried back.

"Something?" Sharapov saw that his daughter seemed a little abnormal, "who called?"

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

She picked up Sharapov and left, "Hurry up! He'll be there soon!"

Sharapov didn't speak, and followed Sharapova, who was a little loud in excitement just now, and some people in the banquet hall also followed.

But what they are surprised about is that Sharapova and his daughter did not go downstairs, but went to the top floor.

The top floor of the hotel is a terrace, and there is a helicopter landing pad, who will run to the top floor to blow the night breeze if there is nothing to do?

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

Behind her, many people also appeared on the top floor one after another, and when the last person went up to the top floor, a helicopter could already be seen slowly falling in the sky.

"Who's coming?" the people behind were very curious.

"Daddy, Matthew, Matthew!" Sharapova said loudly, pointing to the helicopter, "Matthew is here!"

Sharapov raised his hand to cover his eyes so that the strong wind from the helicopter's propeller would not reach his eyes, and through his fingers, a white medium helicopter could be clearly seen landing on the rooftop tarmac.

What a stroke of skill this Matthew Horner has!" he muttered, but his voice was completely drowned out by the roar of the engine.

Sharapova didn't pay attention to Sharapov behind her, even if the strong wind was blowing in her face, her eyes were wide open, watching the white helicopter land on the tarmac.

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

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

Except for the middle-aged man standing behind her, Sharapova stands out completely.

Matthew came up to Sharapova, held out a hand to her, and said very gentlemanly, "Maria, can I have the honor of inviting you to visit New York with you?"

Sharapova clutched one hand to her chest, as if speechless with excitement.

"May I have the honor of inviting Miss Sharapova to New York?" Matthew repeated.

"Hmm!" Sharapova finally reacted, nodding hurriedly, "Hmmmm......hmm"

Matthew raised his outstretched hand slightly, and Sharapova put her hand on it with a bit of excitement.

"Wait!"

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

Sharapova also turned back and saw her father approaching quickly.

She turned her head again, at Matthew and at the helicopter, and then at Sharapov, suddenly worried that her father would stop her......

Matthew was very discerning, took two steps forward first, and took the initiative to distance himself from Sharapova, who this middle-aged man was, and he had already guessed from his height.

Helicopters aren't just for romance.

Sharapov shoved the photo in his hand to Sharapova, looked at the helicopter and Matthew who was standing in front of the helicopter, patted Sharapova on the back, and said, "Go ahead." ”

"Hmm!" Sharapova smiled, came to Matthew with her autographed photo, grabbed his arm, and couldn't wait, "Let's go." ”

Matthew took Sharapova to the helicopter, gestured to the pilot in front of him, and then took out a pair of headsets and put them on Sharapova's ears, and the helicopter rose into the night sky with the loud roar of the engine.

This is a luxury passenger helicopter, after the take-off phase, the cabin is much quieter, and the people sitting in it have no problem talking and communicating normally.

Matthew was the first to remove the headset, and Sharapova took it off as well.

"This ......," she handed the signed photo to Matthew, "this is what you want, here you are." ”

Matthew took it and looked at it, and said, "Maria, this is the most precious gift I've received this year. He carefully put the photo in the pocket of his suit, "I will definitely treasure it." ”

Seeing that he cherished it so much, Sharapova smiled very happily.

"I'm sorry......" Matthew said suddenly, "I forgot the photos I prepared in the hotel, and we'll go and pick them up together after we've visited the night view of New York?"

He patted the helicopter door and said, "It's there, soon." ”

"Hmm. Sharapova nodded, "I listen to you." ”

"Maria, you sit here. Matthew pointed to the opposite side near the window, "From here, you can see the night view of New York." ”

The helicopter flew smoothly, and Sharapova also changed to the opposite side of Matthew, and 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 are in a hurry, and in recent years, he has some experience, as long as the foreshadowing is in place, he will naturally sleep in the end.

He sat on the plane to watch the night view with Sharapova, a nineteen-year-old girl, still the kind of long-term closed training, and her resistance will quickly decrease.

Sharapova added, "It feels special. ”

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

Sharapova didn't quite understand what Matthew meant, so she withdrew her gaze and looked at the other side suspiciously, and Matthew pointed in the direction of Arthur Ashe Field, "You just conquered New York today. ”

"How can you say such an exaggeration. Sharapova said this, but her heart was happy.

Two things happened today that could excite her for a long time, winning the US Open women's singles title and getting to know Matthew Horner.

The helicopter flew along the Hudson River to the mouth of the sea, then made a U-turn near the Statue of Liberty and entered the sky over Manhattan Island, where Sharapova looked at the buildings below, asking curious questions from time to time.

"It's the tallest nightclub in New York. Matthew pointed to the top of a building and said, "You're not old enough to drink, and when you're twenty-one, I'll take you inside." ”

Sharapova nodded hurriedly, "Okay! ”

Matthew smiled and responded, these professional athletes are much simpler than those women who are mixed up in Hollywood.

"It's almost time to get to the hotel where I stayed. Matthew looked at Sharapova and asked tentatively, "Why don't we go to the hotel first and get the photos?" ”

Flying over this way, Sharapova's favorability towards Matthew continued to increase, and she had no idea of refusing at all, saying, "Okay." ”

Matthew picked up the intercom and told the pilot to go back to the hotel, and the helicopter descended slowly, and in less than ten minutes, it landed firmly on the tarmac on the top floor of the Manhattan Hotel.

After getting off the helicopter, Matthew pulled Sharapova to the elevator to the floor where he was staying.

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

Sharapova's hand was held by him all the time, but she didn't mean to break free, and asked curiously, "Why didn't you open the door?"

Matthew smiled and said, "I've got 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 wider, Salipova's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth uncontrollably, excited and uncontrollable.

The room was full of flowers, all of which were red roses that she liked.