Chapter 72: One Condition

(I'm in a bad mood recently, and I've been depressed for several days in a row. Please recommend a ticket for comfort!)

At JFK Airport in New York, Matthew walked out of the aisle with a small amount of luggage. He took out his mobile phone and turned it on while walking. After leaving the terminal, he got into a taxi and asked the driver to go directly to a hotel in Brooklyn.

This is a relatively cheap hotel that Matthew had booked in advance in Los Angeles. Although he came here 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 came over in advance to solve the problem of accommodation by himself.

Arriving at the hotel, Matthew went through the formalities at the front desk smoothly and went to the second floor to find a room. This is an ordinary single room facing the street. If you book in advance, it only costs $59 per night. The facilities are relatively old, and the windows facing the street are occasionally There will also be all kinds of chaotic sounds.

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

Matthew put his luggage away, sat on the chair by the window, took out his phone and checked the time, it was still half afternoon.

"At an event?"

He edited a text and sent it to Britney.

Probably Britney was very busy, and after ten minutes, the message came back, "Removing makeup."

Then, he received another, "I missed you, Matthew."

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

"I really want to see you." Britney seemed to be in a bad mood, "Are you coming over tomorrow?"

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

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

After thinking about it for a while, Matthew edited it again, "I sent you a gift by mail. It is estimated that it will be delivered to your room at the Waldorf Astoria before six o'clock. Remember to sign for it."

"what gift?"

"secret!"

The two exchanged a few more intimate words. Matthew put away his mobile phone, sat in the room and read the newspaper he would buy at the Los Angeles airport. After checking that the time was almost up, he simply cleaned himself up in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and went out and went downstairs. Stopped a taxi.

"Go to the Waldorf Astoria."

He said to the driver, who responded with a sound, started the car and drove towards Manhattan, but before he went far, he encountered dense traffic.

Traffic jams are common in New York.

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

After taking a shower, he changed into slightly loose clothes, sat on the sofa with bare feet, picked up his phone and looked at it. The last text message from Matthew was two hours ago.

What gift will he give? Britney lifted her chin and began to be in a daze. In the past, Matthew asked the merchant to send flowers, postcards, drinks, snacks and many other things on her behalf.

There was a sudden knock on the door, Britney jumped up, rushed to the door, and couldn't wait to open the door, but it was his agent who appeared at the door.

"Why are you." Her emotions instantly fell from the air to the ground.

"It's almost six o'clock," the agent asked. "Going to dinner?"

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

After speaking, she closed the door.

The agent was stunned for a while. On the return car, Britney was still in high spirits. How could this be...

Maybe it's a stupidity attack again? The agent complained in his heart, turned and left.

Inside the suite, Britney lay on the sofa, boredly looking at the wall clock on the wall, the hands moved forward little by little, and it was almost six o'clock.

She reached for her mobile phone and dialed Matthew's number. The bell rang, and she was cut off.

"at work?"

Britney threw away the phone and stood up barefoot,

Walking back and forth on the carpet, like a little girl in love.

"Why haven't you come yet?" She scratched her blond hair, looking like she couldn't wait.

bang-bang-

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Britney was too eager to put on her shoes. She ran to the door barefoot and opened the door.

Then, she was stunned.

Matthew looked at Britney and asked, "Don't know me, Boob?"

"Matthew!" Britney yelled, jumping directly on Matthew, "Why are you here! Why are you here!"

"You missed me." Matthew hugged Britney hard, "so here I am."

He reminded Britney again, "Will you not let me in?"

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

Matthew carried Britney into the room, kicked the door, the door slammed shut, and the two kissed passionately.

The two of them hadn't seen each other for too long, and at the age of high hormones again, impulse soon prevailed, Matthew and Britney entered the bedroom, and their clothes were thrown on the floor...

Then, some indescribable voices sounded, and it didn't gradually subside until a long time later.

bang-bang-

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

Wearing long pajamas, she staggered out of the bedroom, passed through the living room, came to the door, and asked angrily, "Who? Is there anything?"

"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 rest early in the evening, and there will be a show tomorrow morning."

Britney said impatiently, "I see, let's go."

After dismissing the assistant, she turned around and found that Matthew was already sitting on the sofa in the living room of the suite, covered in a blanket.

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

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

Britney hurried over, sat beside Matthew, lay on top of him, stretched out a hand, and muttered, "Where's the gift?"

Matthew lowered his head and kissed her on the face, "Am I not a gift?"

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

"Am I bad as a gift?" Matthew pinched her ear, "don't you like it?"

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

She gave Matthew a vicious look, but didn't say anything.

Matthew laughed, picked Britney to his lap, and asked, "Can I take this as a compliment?"

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

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

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

He wasn't stupid enough to tell the difference.

Britney seemed worried about Matthew's misunderstanding, "It would be good if you knew."

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

He reached out and grabbed Britney's long blond hair and slid it down, from what he knew, it was difficult for Britney to mature without a long time to hone.

Britney put her hand around Matthew's neck, seeming to like this kind of intimacy, and said, "I'm very happy that you can come over!"

She grabbed Matthew's hand and put it in front of her. There were many calluses left over from years of physical work. She ignored the roughness of the calluses and put her hand on her smooth face, "Matthew, you know that I have How happy are you?"

Matthew slowly rubbed her face, "Happy as I am."

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

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

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

"It's not going to do you any good if it goes public."

Just like rejecting Helen Herman before, Matthew's career is gradually getting on the right track, and there is no need to make a fuss about this kind of thing again, "Boob, public words won't do you any good, it will only cause you trouble... "

Britney stood up, "But I..."

Matthew also stood up, "It's all natural, okay?"

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

Without waiting for Matthew to speak, she said again with a serious face, "But there is one condition!"

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

"Don't go, okay?" Britney said pitifully. "Stay with me tonight."

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

Britney asked quickly, "Speak, speak, speak quickly."

Matthew touched his stomach, "I'm hungry, you want to invite me to dinner."

The two of them didn't leave the room at all. They called for dinner. After eating together, they sat on the balcony to enjoy the night view of Manhattan. It wasn't until nearly five in the morning that Matthew quietly left Britney's room and walked out of the Waldorf Astoria. big hotel.

In the following day, Britney continued her promotional schedule in New York. Matthew went around Manhattan. This was his first time in New York. He visited Wall Street, Times Square, Central Park, and even went to the Empire State. building.

As for the twin towers of the World Trade Center standing there, Matthew hid far away, and anyone who used to know any news about current affairs knew about 911.

Before the sun went down, he went to the hotel to pick up the salute, and arrived at Helen Herman in New York. They came to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel together, checked into the room prepared by the record company, and participated in a small communication meeting, listening to the organizer's explanation. Details of tomorrow's event.

In fact, the activity is not complicated, and it is closely centered on Britney. His so-called MV hero, in Matthew's own understanding, is a male vase.

At 10 am the next day, the MV premiere ceremony officially kicked off in the media center of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.