“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?"

Mya was happy to share with him, "You only see

big brother. "It's okay." Mya turned to look at him, "We will meet more times in the future,

about

of Finnley's lips rose, "If you are to work at

then glanced at herself,

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

boss." The girl unscrewed the lid of the banana

rich aroma filled the air and wafted

"Do you like banana

the only drink I like from that shop," Mya told

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

Mya said to him, "I am very picky about songs. For me, lyrics are the most important, and then the singer's voice,

he liked it. In terms of

prepared a small umbrella so she didn't get drenched

room with a fingerprint lock, she

were a bit messy. After putting down

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