“You are very creative.” Finnley wasn't joking. He said, “It's such a loss that you are not a novelist.”

Mya smiled and connected to Bluetooth. “Let me play you a song." Lest he got bored driving and saw her as a burden.

After a while, Sarah Brightman's song started playing.

Mya leaned back, closed her eyes, and sang along, her voice was good and she was singing with emotion.

Finnley drove seriously. The rain was getting heavier and the traffic was not very good.

He listened to her and Sarah Brightman singing together.

"I thought you liked DJs." After a melody ended, Finnley said.

“Why?” Mya rolled her eyes, "Based on what?"

“Your personality.” Finnley said, "And the way you dress. You like street dancing, don't you?"

to share with him, "You only see my surface and don't

We didn't meet many times." Finnley was like a big brother. "It's okay." Mya turned to look at him, "We will meet

about going

are to work at

then glanced at herself, "I think I

least you can't eat lollipops all the time and you need to dress formally,” Finnley reminded. “Also, your hairstyle. This one won't do.” "You have bad taste." Mya couldn't help but complained, “Ivan is almost 40, even he can accept my style, you are a bit too controversial.” Finnley stopped talking and focused

boss." The girl unscrewed the lid of the banana milk and poured it down her throat, "You're a

air and

you like

drink I like from that

lightly, "What a coincidence! Me too.” She didn't answer, leaned back in her chair, and listened to

Mya said to him, "I am very picky about songs. For me, lyrics are

listened to this song and he liked it. In terms of music, he

She prepared a small umbrella so she didn't get

fingerprint lock, she found

bit messy. After putting down

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