“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?"

fancy clothes doesn’t mean I like DJs.” Mya was happy to share with him,

a big brother. "It's okay." Mya turned to look at him, "We will meet

about going to

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

then glanced

but complained, “Ivan is almost 40, even he can accept my style, you are a

listen to my boss." The girl unscrewed the lid of the banana milk and poured

the air and wafted into Finnley's

you like banana milk

drink I like from that shop,"

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

singing a few more words, Mya said to him, "I am very picky about songs. For me, lyrics

had listened to this song and he liked it. In terms

She prepared a small umbrella so she didn't get

with a fingerprint lock, she

down the bread and drink,

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