Please give me a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket!

"cheers!"

Inside the huge banquet hall of the hotel, a tall Russian man raised his wine glass and shouted, "Let's congratulate Maria together! Congratulations to my daughter!"

"cheers!"

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

Winning the US Open women's singles championship is a celebration for any tennis player. Sharapova has been in an excited state since she won the game and has also drank a few glasses of wine after she came back. Anyway, it is not a public place, so let the damn American law go to the hell.

She drank another glass of champagne, and her drunkenness gradually increased and her face turned red.

The banquet hall was still noisy, and there were fewer people around Sharapova, and her father Sharapova came over at this time.

"I saw you talking with Matthew Horner?"

When Sharapov heard Sharapov's question, Sharapova not only did not deny it, but instead looked furious. "What a big surprise today!"

She grabbed Sharapov's arm and shook it and said, "The organizing committee actually invited Matthew to present me with an award. I'm so happy! This is my most memorable champion!"

Sharapov photographed Sharapova, "You are now a US Open champion, so pay attention to your image!"

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

"What are you talking about?" Sharapov's mind was already reminded that Matthew was a top Hollywood star.

"Well..." Sharapova said without hiding it, "Matthew said he was my fan and wanted my signature photo, and I just wanted his one, so I chatted for a while."

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

He watched entertainment news some time ago, and it seemed that Matthew Horner's single film pay had reached $20 million.

"I'll choose when I'm back."

Sharapova first took out her cell phone from her casual jacket pocket and then took out a photo of her during the competition. This photo was carefully selected by her and she can definitely be regarded as the most beautiful of all the competition photos.

The phone vibrated without warning, and Sharapova took a look and it was a strange number.

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

Not long after talking, she hurriedly ran back.

"Is there something wrong?" Sharapov seemed a little unnatural when he saw his daughter, "Who made the phone call?"

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

She pulled Sharapov and left, "Hurry up! He will be here soon!"

Sharapov didn't say anything and followed Sharapova. Sharapova's excitement just now was a little loud, and some people in the banquet hall followed.

But what they strangely was that Sharapova and his daughter did not go downstairs, but instead went to the top floor.

What to do when going to the top floor? The top floor of the hotel is a terrace and a helicopter take-off and landing floor. Who will run to the top floor and blow the night wind?

Sharapova pulled her father to the brightly lit top floor, and faintly saw lights approaching in the sky, and then the roar of the engine gradually came over.

Behind her, many people also appeared on the top floor. When the last person went up to the top floor, you could already see a helicopter slowly falling in the sky.

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

"Dad! Matthew! Matthew!" Sharapova pointed to the helicopter and shouted, "Matthew is here!"

Sharapov raised his hand to cover it in front of him to prevent the strong wind from the helicopter propeller from blowing to his eyes. From the gaps in his fingers, he could clearly see a white medium-sized helicopter landing on the apron on the rooftop.

This Matthew Horner is such a big deal! He muttered, but the sound was completely covered by the roar of the engine.

Sharapova didn't care about Sharapova behind him at all. Even though the strong wind blew in front of him, his eyes widened to the maximum and watched the white helicopter landing on the apron.

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

While on the plane, Matthew saw Sharapova, jumped off the plane, and immediately strode over. Sharapova stood in front of a group of people, with her long golden hair simply rolled up a ponytail, and casual jeans outlined a pair of legs with amazing lengths.

Except for the middle-aged man standing behind him, Sharapova is completely outspoken.

Matthew came to Sharapova, stretched out a hand to her, and said in an extremely gentlemanly, "Maria, can I be honored to invite you to travel to New York together?"

Sharapova covered her chest with one hand, as if excitedly unable to speak.

"Can I be honored to invite Miss Sharapova to travel to New York together?" Matthew repeated again.

"Yeah!" Sharapova finally reacted and nodded quickly, "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah..."

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

"etc!"

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

Sharapova also turned around and saw her father approaching quickly.

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

Matthew was very eyebrowed and took the lead two steps forward, taking the initiative to distance himself from Sharapova. He had already guessed who this middle-aged man was.

Helicopters are not just used for romance.

Sharapova sent the photo in his hand to Sharapova, looked at the helicopter and Matthew standing in front of the helicopter, patted Sharapova on the back and said, "Go."

"Yeah!" Sharapova looked with a smile, and came to Matthew with her signature photo, holding his arm, unable to wait, "Let's go."

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

This is a luxury passenger helicopter. After the takeoff phase, the noise in the cockpit became much smaller, and there was no problem with the people sitting inside talking and communicating normally.

Matthew took the lead in removing the headset, and Sharapova also took it off.

"This..." She handed Matthew the autographed photo, "This is what you want, for you."

Matthew took it and took a look and said, "Maria, this is the most precious gift I have received this year." He carefully put the photo in the inner bag of the suit, "I will definitely treasure it."

Sharapova smiled very happily when she saw him cherishing him so much.

"Sorry..." Matthew suddenly said, "I forgot the photos I prepared in the hotel. Let's get them together after we have finished our night view of New York?"

He took a picture of the helicopter's hatch and said, "It's there soon."

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

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

The helicopter flew smoothly, and Sharapova also moved to opposite Matthew. Looking down through the window, New York was brightly lit and neon lights flashed.

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

Matthew knew that some things were too urgent. In recent years, he has had some experience. As long as the preparation is laid out, he will naturally fall asleep naturally.

He sat on the plane to watch the night view with Sharapova. A nineteen-year-old girl, who is still a long-term closed training, would quickly reduce her resistance.

Sharapova said again, "It feels special."

Matthew leaned closer and asked, “Does it feel like you’re being trampled on all New York?”

Sharapova didn't quite understand what Matthew said, so she looked back and looked at the opposite side in confusion. Matthew pointed to the direction of Arthur Ashe Stadium, "You just conquered New York today."

"Not as exaggerated as you said." Sharapova said this, but she was very happy in her heart.

Two things happened today that made her excited for a long time. She won the US Open women's singles championship and met Matthew Horner.

The helicopter flew along the Hudson River to the estuary, then turned around near the Statue of Liberty and entered the sky above Manhattan Island. Sharapova looked at the building below and asked curiously from time to time.

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

Sharapova nodded hurriedly, "Okay! That's all."

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

"It's almost time to get the hotel I'm staying in." Matthew looked at Sharapova and asked tentatively, "Why don't we go to the hotel first and get the photos? You gave it to me, but I didn't give it to you, and I always feel sorry for it."

As he flew over, Sharapova continued to appreciate Matthew, and had no idea of ​​rejecting it, and said, "Okay."

Matthew picked up the phone and told the driver to go back to the hotel. The helicopter slowly descended. In less than ten minutes, it landed steadily on the apron on the top floor of the Manhattan hotel.

After getting off the helicopter, Matthew took Sharapova to the floor where he checked in.

"It's here." Matthew stood in front of the door of the luxurious suite.

Sharapova's hand was kept holding by him, but she had no intention of breaking free. She asked curiously, "Why don't you open the door? Have you forgotten to bring the room card?"

Matthew said with a smile, "I've prepared a surprise for you."

After saying that, without waiting for Sharapova to reply, he pushed open the double-opening door of the suite.

As the door opened little by little, Shalipova widened her eyes and covered her mouth without thinking, so excited that she couldn't help herself.
Chapter completed!