"You have quite the imagination." Finn Morgan wasn’t afraid to joke around, he said, "It’s a pity you don’t write novels."
Hailey Hale chuckled and directly connected the Bluetooth, "Let play a song for you." To keep him entertained while driving, so he wouldn’t find her a burden.
In no ti, Wang Feng’s voice floated in the air—
"On my way back, still the moon lying at the end of the highway, the radio was playing Beatles..."
Hailey Hale leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and sang along, "But where are you sleeping soundly beside ? People say ti will make love fade away, beco vague and fragnted."
Her voice was excellent, and she sang with real emotion.
Finn Morgan was focused on driving; the rain got heavier, and the road ahead was not in great condition, as he listened to her sing along with Wang Feng.
"I thought you liked DJs." Once the lody ended, Finn Morgan said.
"Huh?" She opened her eyes and turned them, "Why?"
"Your personality, I guess." Finn Morgan said, "Your clothes say sothing too; don’t you like street dancing?"
"Liking trendy fashion doesn’t an liking DJs." Hailey Hale enjoyed sharing with him, "All you see is my surface; you don’t really know . What do you know about my personality?"
"True, we haven’t t a lot of tis after all." Finn Morgan was like a big brother.
"It’s okay." The girl turned her eyes toward him, "We’ll actually et more often in the future, maybe even every day!"
Was she talking about work?
Finn Morgan’s lips curved up, "Working at The Kingston Group, you can’t be so flamboyant every day."
"Am I flamboyant?" She frowned and then looked at herself, "I’m fine, right? Where am I flamboyant?"
"At the very least, you shouldn’t be sucking on a lollipop all the ti, dressing a bit more formally." Finn Morgan reminded her, "And your hair; don’t go around with dreadlocks making it look like a rainbow."
"You really don’t know how to appreciate." Hailey Hale couldn’t help but tease him, "Justin Kingston is almost 40, and he can accept this kind of culture; your ideas are way too traditional!"
Finn Morgan said nothing more; he focused on driving, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Anyway, I listen to my boss." The girl unscrewed the banana milk cap and poured a gulp down her throat, "Do you live by the sea? You’re a bit of a busybody!"
The rich fragrance perated the air, drifting into Finn Morgan’s nostrils.
Finn Morgan asked her, "You like drinking this too?"
"I only drink this from their beverage line." Hailey Hale told him.
Finn Morgan’s lips curled slightly, "What a coincidence, too."
She didn’t respond, leaning back in her seat, listening to the song mixed with the sound of rain outside the window.
"I sll the scent of early spring, as fresh as childhood dreams, and taste the bitterness of longing, looking back at the boundless desolation like autumn rain in the distance. My beloved, from years ago, do you still rember my thoughts, my worries, and my struggles..."
After singing a few more lines, Hailey Hale told him, "I’m very selective about music; lyrics that resonate with co first, then the singer’s skills, and finally the mood the song brings."
This was Finn Morgan’s first ti hearing this song, and he found it quite nice too.
In music taste, this girl was remarkably similar to him.
Barbara Sutton arrived at Monica Usher’s place, she had prepared a small umbrella, so she wasn’t drenched.
Tonight’s rain was very much like the day Ryan Redfield and Xi Yichen broke up; it was like the sky had a hole.
After using the fingerprint lock to enter the room, she found Monica Usher was not there.
The room was slightly ssy; putting down the bread and drinks she bought, Barbara Sutton directly started tidying up for her.
Washing what needed to be washed, throwing out what needed to be thrown, storing what needed to be stored.
Then she opened the fridge, took note of the missing ingredients on a small notebook, planning to restock them once the rain stopped.
After about an hour of busy work, the doorbell rang.
Barbara Sutton didn’t think much of it; she thought Monica Usher was back, directly opening the door, "Monica!" Her smile froze slightly.
In front of the door stood five strange n.
As Barbara Sutton was about to close the door, it was already too late.
Two of them raised their hands to block the door and forcefully pushed it back.
Barbara Sutton wasn’t their match; she was forced aside, only able to watch as they walked in.
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