“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?"

with him, "You only see my surface and don't know me, do you know my

"It's okay." Mya turned to look at

about

Finnley's lips rose, "If you are to work at the Marsh Group, you can't

glanced at herself, "I think I am

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 on driving. No

the lid of the banana milk and poured it down

rich aroma filled the air and wafted into

her, "Do you like

the only drink I like

a coincidence! Me too.” She didn't answer, leaned back in her chair, and listened to the song mixed

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

Finnley had listened to this song and he liked

She prepared a small umbrella so she didn't get

with a fingerprint lock, she found that Catherine was not

messy. After putting down the

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