Shining Stars: First Producer

"The sky here is beautiful." Lu Cheng turned his head, and continued to squat in the original position after speaking, motionless.

"What?" Bai Xiaofei's eyebrows and mouth moved strangely, a little unclear.

Lu Cheng didn't speak.

Bai Xiaofei walked around in a circle, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Lu Cheng's behavior was a little strange.

"It's getting dark now, you go home!" He said cautiously.

"Okay," Lu Cheng nodded, speaking very well.

But she had been squatting here for too long, and her legs were already numb. When she stood up, she couldn't help but staggered and almost fell to the ground.

It was Bai Xiaofei who saw that the situation was not good, ran forward two steps, and then hugged her waist dangerously.

"Hiss," Lu Cheng couldn't help taking a breath of air from the sore and numb feeling that came from his legs quickly, and didn't dare to move easily.

And the thrill of almost falling just now made her not bothered to pay attention to the arms on her waist.

"Are you okay?" Bai Xiaofei looked at her worriedly and asked in a low voice.

"Hiss, it's okay, my leg is numb," Lu Cheng was a little embarrassed.

"I'll help you go back," Bai Xiaofei said, he let go of his hand, and put it on her arm again.

"It's troublesome," Lu Cheng said calmly, rubbing her nose.

Under the cover of the sky, no one saw her red ears.

"It's okay, it's okay," Bai Xiaofei replied with a smile, without asking how long she had been squatting here.

On the road, the two walked quietly, only the sound of insects came from nowhere in the air.

In such real silence, Lu Cheng suddenly felt the desire to confide in the wide palm under his arm.

"Bai Xiaofei, are we friends now?" Lu Cheng said abruptly on the way, with a dull tone.

She couldn't help but want to laugh when she said it, it seemed that this was the first time she called Bai Xiaofei's name seriously.

"Of course," Bai Xiaofei replied without thinking, and after a while, pretending to be wronged, he said, "I thought we were friends a long time ago."

"Yes, we've been friends for a long time," Lu Cheng laughed.

Her voice gradually became weaker, and at the end it was almost inaudible.

Bai Xiaofei heard that she gradually fell silent, and at the same time, he was thinking rapidly in his mind.

"In the company today, the president wants to transfer me to another place, but I don't want to go," Lu Cheng said while recalling what happened today.

Bai Xiaofei walked beside her quietly, without speaking.

He feels that Lu Cheng doesn't need any answer from himself now, all she needs is an audience.

It was indeed the case, Lu Cheng was a little uncomfortable at first, but under Bai Xiaofei's silence, her mood gradually calmed down.

"I had a big fight with him," Lu Cheng shrugged. Thinking of Song Moran's face that never seemed to change, she couldn't help wrinkling her nose, "He didn't think that We are friends!"

When it came to the last sentence, Lu Cheng's voice couldn't help but increase.

This kind of performance made Bai Xiaofei clearly know how much resentment she has.

For some reason, Bai Xiaofei knew clearly that he should stand in the same direction as Lu Cheng at this time, condemning the president she was talking about.

But he couldn't help laughing, coughed twice, and didn't speak.

"The program group I'm in now can be said to have been brought up by me. At the beginning, this program group had no audience at all, and my colleagues had already made plans for what to do after the program was shut down. .”

Thinking of the muddy program group at that time, although Lu Cheng looked down on him, he couldn't help laughing.

"Do you miss that time very much?" Sensing the slight change in Lu Cheng's tone, Bai Xiaofei asked with some doubts.

"No." Unexpectedly, Lu Cheng quickly denied it. She curled her lips and said, "At that time, they were not obedient at all, so I don't miss it."

"Okay," Bai Xiaofei shrugged, not feeling embarrassed because he guessed Lu Cheng's wrong idea.

"But they are still very good now," Lu Cheng added, "so I don't want to leave this program group."

Lu Cheng's tone was very melancholy, and he didn't know how to comfort her.

It took a long time before he said dryly, "Since there is no way to change things, you might as well accept it."

When he said that, Bai Xiaofei felt a little annoyed, he didn't know if these perfunctory-sounding chicken soup would make Lu Cheng feel that he was not sincere at all.

"I hope," Lu Cheng sighed and stopped talking.

Everyone can say good things, but the execution is very difficult. Lu Cheng doesn't know if he can do it.

In the same night, Song Moran was being tortured by his mother in the old house.

"I heard that you gave the deer garden to a woman for free," Mother Song asked with great interest while sitting on the sofa.

She knows best about her son. He looks cold on the outside, but even colder on the inside. No one will take it into his heart except their relatives.

But it was such a person who actually gave a newly acquired company to other people for free. I heard that he was the one who brought it up on his own initiative.

Such an unbelievable matter was immediately taken seriously by Song's mother.

"Yes," Song Moran said, looking dissatisfied at Assistant Song who was sitting on the side with lowered eyebrows.

Sensing the penetrating gaze from a certain direction, Assistant Song quietly shrank back.

Mother Song looked at Song Moran dissatisfied, and said, "I asked the question, what do you think Xiao Song is doing?"

Hearing this, Assistant Song raised his head quietly, grateful in his heart.

"Mom," Song Moran frowned, feeling a little helpless.

"Speak quickly!" Song's mother ignored him at all, urging him enthusiastically, with a determination that she would never give up until she got an answer.

Song Moran looked at her, expecting what effect his sharp eyes could play.

But, obviously, that's of no use at all.

"We have nothing else to do with each other," Song Moran lowered his head dejectedly, and explained, "You don't have to think about it."

"That's it," Mother Song dragged her voice, a little disappointed, "As expected, I can't expect you to be enlightened."

Song Moran sat on the spot with a blank expression on his face, and even though Song's mother babbled about which family's daughter was better, all of them were sitting in the left ear and out the right ear, and didn't remember anything in the end.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you," Mother Song shook her hand, got up and left.

She only needs to look at Song Moran's expression to know that he is wandering in the sky. He looks cold, but in fact he has a lot of ideas in his heart.