(I am in a bad mood recently and have been depressed for several consecutive days. Please recommend votes to comfort me!)

At the Kennedy Airport in New York, Matthew was dragging his luggage out of the access entrance, took out his cell phone and turned on the computer while walking. After leaving the terminal, he got on a taxi and asked the driver to go directly to a hotel in Brooklyn.

This is a cheaper hotel Matthew booked in Los Angeles in advance. Although this time he came to attend the premiere of the MV, the record company was responsible for providing accommodation, but they were only responsible for the night before the event.

Now Matthew is here in advance and has to solve the problem of food and accommodation by himself.

When he arrived at the hotel, Matthew successfully completed the procedures at the front desk and went to the second floor to find the room. This is an ordinary single room on the street. If you book in advance, you only cost 59 US dollars a night. The facilities are quite old, and all kinds of messy sounds will be heard from time to time when the windows facing the street are close to the street.

This kind of discounted cheap room cannot have too high requirements, and in a comprehensive comparison, it is a little better than the apartment rented by Matthew.

Matthew put his luggage, sat on a chair in front of the window, took out his cell phone and looked at the time. It was still half an afternoon.

“Attend an event?”

He edited a short message and sent it to Britney.

Britney was about to be very busy. It took about ten minutes before the message came back, "I was removing my makeup."

Then he received another one, "I miss you, Matthew."

Matthew replied, "I miss you too, Boub."

"I really want to see you." Britney seemed to be in a bad mood. "You will come here tomorrow?"

Matthew ignored her words and asked, "Is the event over today? Go back to the hotel after taking off your makeup?"

"Well, it will take about half an hour to leave."

After thinking for a while, Matthew edited again, "I mailed you a gift, which will probably be delivered to your room at Waldorf Astoria Hotel before 6 o'clock. Remember to sign for it."

"What gift?"

"secret!"

The two of them said a few more intimate words. Matthew put away his cell phone, sat in the room and read the newspaper he would buy at the Los Angeles airport. He saw that the time was about the same, so he went to the mirror in the bathroom to clean up himself briefly, and went out to go downstairs to stop a taxi.

“Go to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.”

He said to the driver, who responded and started the car to drive towards Manhattan, but before he could go very far, he encountered a dense traffic.

Traffic jams are common in New York.

Back at the suite at Waldorf Assistant Hotel, Britney saw it was still early, so she went to take a shower first. Today, she was sweating a lot of singing and dancing in Times Square.

After taking a shower, I changed into a slightly looser dress, sat barefoot on the sofa and picked up my phone and looked at it. The last time Matthew sent a text message was two hours ago.

What gift would he give? Britney picked up her chin and started to stare blankly. Some time ago, Matthew asked the merchant to send flowers, postcards, drinks and snacks on his behalf.

The banging knock suddenly sounded, and Britney jumped up, rushed to the door, and couldn't wait to open the door, but his agent appeared at the door.

"Why is it you?" Her emotions instantly fell from the air to the ground.

"It's almost six o'clock," the agent asked, "go to have supper?"

Britney shook her head, "I'm not hungry, you go."

After saying that, she closed the door.

The agent was stunned. In the car he came back, Britney was still in high spirits. Why did he...

Maybe it was a stupid disease that happened again? The agent complained in his heart and turned around and left.

In the suite, Britney was lying on the sofa, looking at the wall clock bored, and the hands moved forward little by little, and it was almost six o'clock.

She touched her cell phone and called Matthew's phone. The ringing ring there rang, and it was cut off directly.

"at work?"

Britney threw away her cell phone, stood up barefoot, and walked back and forth on the carpet, no difference from a little girl in love.

"Why haven't you come yet?" She grabbed the blonde hair, looking like she was not in a hurry.

Bang-Bang-Bang-

The knock on the door suddenly rang out. Britney was too urgent and didn't wear shoes. She ran to the door barefoot and opened the door.

Then, she was stunned.

Matthew looked at Britney and asked, "Don't you know me anymore, Boo?"

"Matthew!" Britney called out and rushed directly to Matthew, "Why are you here! Why are you here!"

"You miss me." Matthew hugged Britney hard, "so I'm here."

He reminded Britney again, "Don't let me in?"

Britney hung her arms around Matthew's neck, jumped up and clamped his waist with her legs, "I want you to hold it."

Matthew entered the room with Britney in his arms, kicked the door, which slammed the door and kissed each other passionately.

The two of them haven't seen each other for too long, and they are hormonal in their age. The impulse quickly defeats everything. Matthew and Britney enter the bedroom and throw their clothes all over the floor...

Then, some undescribable sounds sounded, and it was not until a long time later that they gradually calmed down.

Bang-Bang-Bang-

The knock on the door sounded again, and Britney's extremely dissatisfied voice sounded in the room, "Who is this? I'm so annoying!"

She walked out of the bedroom in her long pajamas, walked through the living room, came to the door, and asked angrily, "Who? Is there anything wrong?"

"It's me, Miss Spears." The assistant's voice came from outside the door, "The agent asked me to come and remind you that you should go to bed early in the evening and there will be a show tomorrow morning."

Britney said impatiently, "I get it, you go."

She sent the assistant away and turned around and found Matthew sitting on the sofa in the living room wearing a blanket.

"So angry?" Matthew asked, leaning on the sofa.

"It's not you." Britney walked over, stared at Matthew somewhere, and said viciously, "It's too exaggerated, right? It hurts me!"

Britney hurried over, sat next to Matthew, lay on him, stretched out a hand and muttered, "Where is the gift?"

Matthew lowered his head and kissed her in the face, "Aren't I just a gift?"

Britney didn't speak, and seemed to be angry.

"Isn't it good for me as a gift?" Matthew pinched her ears, "Don't you like it?"

"Not good, not good at all!" Britney said deliberately, "The muscles are too hard, the strength is too big, the palms are too rough, the legs are too long, and..."

She glanced at Matthew viciously, but said nothing.

Matthew laughed, picked up Britney, put it on his lap, and asked, "Can I take these as compliments?"

Britney leaned against Matthew and groaned, "Whatever you want."

She changed into a more comfortable position and suddenly said, "Matthew, what I said just now is stupid, don't take it seriously."

"I know." Matthew twisted her nose, "You're kidding me."

He is not so stupid that he can't even tell this.

Britney seemed worried about Matthew's misunderstanding, "It's good that you know."

Matthew was a little speechless and completely confirmed that Britney's way of thinking about problems was very unusual. She seemed to easily think about simple things and take some complicated things very simply.

He reached out and grabbed Britney's long blonde hair and slid down. Based on his understanding, it would be difficult for Britney to mature without long-term training.

Britney reached out to hang Matthew's neck, and seemed to like this intimate way, saying, "I'm so happy that you can come here!"

She grabbed Matthew's hand and put it in front of her. There were many calluses left by years of physical labor. She ignored the roughness of the calluses and placed her hand on her smooth face. "Matthew, do you know how happy I am now?"

Matthew slowly stroked her face, "As happy as me."

Britney suddenly opened her voice and shouted loudly, "I want the whole world to know that I am so happy!"

"Don't!" Matthew shook his head, "We don't make it public for the time being."

"Why?" Britney looked at Matthew in surprise and asked one after another, "Why?"

"This matter is not good for you when it is made public."

Just like rejecting Helen Herman before, Matthew's career gradually got on track, and there is no need to make a fuss about this kind of thing again. "Bub, if you are public, you will not benefit you, it will only cause you trouble..."

Britney stood up, "But I..."

Matthew also stood up, "Will it go with the flow, okay?"

Britney bit her lip, looked at Matthew for a while, and nodded, "Okay."

Without waiting for Matthew to speak, she said seriously again, "But there is a condition!"

"Tell me." Matthew deliberately pretended to be helpless, "as long as you don't sell me to paparazzi."

"Stop leaving, okay?" Britney said pitifully, "Stay here tonight with me."

How could Matthew refuse such a request? "Yes. But I also have a condition."

Britney asked quickly, "Say it, say it, hurry up."

Matthew touched his stomach, "I'm hungry, you want to treat me to supper."

The two of them didn't leave the room at all. They called for dinner. After having sex together, they sat on the balcony to enjoy the night view of Manhattan. It was not until nearly five o'clock in the morning that Matthew quietly left Britney's room and walked out of the Waldorf Assistant Hotel.

In the following day, Britney continued her promotional itinerary in New York, and Matthew walked around in Manhattan. This was his first time in New York, Wall Street, Times Square, and Central Park, and he even climbed the Empire State Building.

As for the World Trade Center Twin Towers that stood there, Matthew hid far away, and anyone who once knew some current affairs and news knew about 911.

Before the sun set, he went to the hotel to pick up the salute, met up to Helen Hermann in New York, and went to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, checked into the room prepared by the record company, and participated in a small communication meeting to listen to the organizer explaining the details of tomorrow's event.

In fact, the activity is not complicated, and it is centered around Britney. In terms of Matthew's own understanding, he is a male vase.
Chapter completed!