Shining Stars: First Producer

Bai Xiaofei looked at the snacks that were quickly delivered to him, looked up at Lu Cheng's reluctantly parting eyes, blinked, and took it.

"That's it, I'll go back first," Lu Cheng took one last look at the snacks he had carefully selected, and reluctantly left.

Leaving Bai Xiaofei standing there alone, he felt as if the thing he was holding in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties.

The next day came quickly, Bai Xiaofei kept his promise very well, and delivered Lucheng to the company safely.

"Go back quickly, be careful on the road!" Lu Cheng got out of the car, stood aside and faced Bai Xiaofei and urged.

"I see you are walking after entering the company." Bai Xiaofei shook his head, seeing Lu Cheng's expression of obvious disapproval, paused and continued, "I sent you here, and I always have to confirm that you have really arrived at the place."

Lu Cheng looked at his serious eyes, hesitated for a moment, bit her lip lightly, turned and walked into the company building.

As for Bai Xiaofei, just like what he said just now, he sat in the car and quietly watched her gradually go away.

"Lu Cheng!" Driven by inexplicable emotions in his heart, Bai Xiaofei suddenly shouted.

"Huh?" Lu Cheng turned back in doubt, his eyes were clear.

Looking at her, Bai Xiaofei suddenly laughed, he shook his head and said, "It's okay, you can go in quickly!"

Lu Cheng raised his hand to look at the time, and his leisurely pace changed immediately.

He only had time to wave his hand at Bai Xiaofei, and immediately turned around and started trotting.

Looking at her energetic back, Bai Xiaofei couldn't help laughing, looking youthful under the faint sunlight.

After confirming that Lu Cheng had entered the company, Bai Xiaofei took one last deep look at the bright company logo on the wall, and finally left without hesitation.

The photos taken last time are still stored in the camera, and he plans to retouch the pictures today.

And everything that happened downstairs was seen and remembered by the pair of eyes on the top floor.

Although she didn't come for only three short days, Lu Cheng was used to being leisurely at home, looking at the shiny floor, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

In this building, it seems that the air is more viscous than other places, and only by working hard can one breathe freely here.

Seeing the people in suits and leather shoes hurrying to and fro, Lu Cheng took a deep breath, and continued walking inside with no expression on his face.

Because remembering the nonsensical things Song Moran said before, Lu Cheng didn't go to the column team, but went straight to the top floor with the elevator.

"Why did you come to work so soon? Are you feeling better?" Assistant Song was very surprised to see Lu Cheng in the company, and asked in a worried tone.

"It's no big deal," Lu Cheng never hesitated to smile when facing people who were full of kindness to him.

"That's good," Assistant Song nodded, looking at Lu Cheng's clear eyes, and remembering that she fainted while recording a program, she couldn't help telling, "Don't push yourself too much when you work, after all, your body It's yours."

"Well, I remember," Lu Cheng nodded gratefully.

In her opinion, Assistant Song was able to tell her these things, no matter whether she agreed or disagreed, she was grateful.

Who doesn't like to be looked at with gratitude, Assistant Song, under Lu Cheng's gaze, couldn't help but want to tell her more.

But this was just a thought, because when he was about to speak, the door of the office behind him was suddenly pushed open.

Song Moran walked out as cold as ice, and it seemed that the temperature of the entire floor dropped a lot.

"What are you talking about?" Song Moran strode closer and asked expressionlessly.

Under such circumstances, Assistant Song laughed dryly and said, "It's nothing, just asking how Miss Lu is doing."

Song Moran shifted his eyes to Lu Cheng's face, looked him up and down quickly, and said in a cool tone: "You should have recovered a long time ago, after all, someone is taking care of you."

He was talking about Bai Xiaofei who sent her here this morning, but Lu Cheng didn't know.

She looked at Song Moran innocently and blankly, and asked, "Why don't I know that someone is taking care of me?"

Lu Cheng is telling the truth, her mother left a long time ago, and she lost her father some time ago, and now she is alone, so there is no one to take care of her.

Song Moran looked at her seriously after hearing the words, his eyes full of inquiry.

Lu Cheng looked at him with the same calm gaze, and the two of them stared at each other for a long time, Song Moran turned his head in embarrassment.

"Did the person who sent you here today not take care of you?" He asked, his already dark pupils getting darker.

"The person who sent me here today?" Lu Cheng frowned first, then her expression became strange, she stared at Song Moran with wide eyes, and said with a smile: "He still has his own things to do, how can he take care of me."

Song Moran's expression changed, and his tone was a bit depressed, "He didn't take care of you?"

"It's strange what you said. We are just friends. Why does he have to take care of me?" Lu Cheng looked at Song Moran with puzzled eyes.

"I," Song Moran stretched out his hand and pinched the base of his nose, before speaking after a while, "I misunderstood."

Assistant Song, who was standing next to him, had quietly left when the two of them looked at each other just now, and now there were only the two of them in the entire corridor.

Lu Cheng covered her eyes with her hands, and suddenly understood what Song Moran meant, but God knows that she and Bai Xiaofei are just ordinary friends!

After a while, she put down her hand and said helplessly, "Bai Xiaofei and I are just ordinary friends! Ordinary friends!"

Song Moran didn't speak, and Lu Cheng couldn't tell what he was thinking from his basically unchanged face, so he could only explain again, "My electric car broke down yesterday, so please come and see me off."

Song Moran was silent again, and after a while he said abruptly, "I'll give you a car."

"What?" Lu Cheng didn't know why he spoke like this suddenly, and stared at him in disbelief.

During this time, Song Moran seemed to have confirmed his inner thoughts. He looked at Lu Cheng and said quietly, "Well, I will send you a car. I will ask Assistant Song to give you the keys later."

"No, I asked why you suddenly gave me the car?" Lu Cheng pinched his right hand with his left hand, grinning in pain, and did not forget to ask.

Seeing her exaggerated performance, a smile flashed across Song Moran's eyes, but when Lu Cheng looked at it inquiringly, there was only silence left.

"Your car broke down," Song Moran said, although the words were short, the meaning was clearly expressed.

Because he heard that Lu Cheng's car broke down, he gave her the car.

Of course, only Song Moran knew how much selfishness there was in it.

"You!" Lu Cheng breathed heavily, just as he was about to start his long speech, when he saw someone poking his head in front of him with sharp eyes.

Swallowing back the words that were already on her lips, Lu Cheng impulsively took a step forward, pulling Song Moran's sleeve and going to the office.

Looking at the humming back of the man who was a head shorter than himself, and feeling the pull from his right arm, Song Moran couldn't help taking steps.

Lu Cheng didn't think much about it, but felt that she suddenly felt a lot easier when walking forward.

After both of them went in, the door of the office was violently closed, and the sound of "Peng" woke everyone up.

The person who was spotted peeking by Lu Cheng walked back blankly the whole time, and the picture he saw just now was constantly circulating in his mind along the way.

"What's wrong with you?" Assistant Song looked at his colleague's blank face, feeling a little puzzled.

"Assistant Song," the man regained consciousness in a trance, and opened his mouth to speak, but at the very moment when he remembered the relationship between Assistant Song and Song Moran, he held back the words he was about to blurt out.

"It's okay," she shook her head, walked around Assistant Song and left.

Assistant Song looked at her staggering back as she walked away, only wondering for a moment and didn't think about it again.

On the other side, Lu Cheng didn't realize what he had done until he closed the door.

She looked up and saw Song Muran's calm gaze as usual, and quickly let go of her tightly clenched hands, revealing Song Muran's wrinkled sleeves.

Seeing this scene, Lu Cheng felt even more guilty.

She hid aside, lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, I was too anxious just now."

Song Moran looked at her wanting to shrink into a ball, and remembered how quickly she let go of her sleeve just now, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"It's all right," he said.

Lu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, although she was still a little embarrassed, she forced herself to raise her head.

"You don't need to give me a car," Lu Cheng said with a serious expression, but the rosy cheeks and moist eyes weakened this sense of seriousness.

Song Moran looked at her and didn't speak.

Lu Cheng was worried, but continued to say, "You don't get paid for nothing, let alone I have a car, but it broke down yesterday and hasn't been repaired yet."

"Electric car?" Song Moran's tone didn't change, but Lu Cheng could hear a kind of disdain.

She widened her eyes and shouted in disbelief, "What's wrong with the electric car, it's much better than your luxury cars in traffic jams."

"Well," Song Moran nodded silently seeing Lu Cheng's eyebrows flying up.

Seeing Song Moran like this, Lu Cheng lowered his voice and said, "So the car is really unnecessary."

Song Moran stopped looking at her, turned around and walked to the desk, and said, "You can just find Assistant Song after you go out, usually just deal with daily documents."

"Aren't we talking about the car? Why did you suddenly turn to this?" Lu Cheng felt that his head hurt a little, but he also understood what Song Moran didn't want to say.

He left the office dejectedly, intending to ask Assistant Song where he would work in the future.

"What? You said the president asked you to follow me?" Assistant Song couldn't believe it.

"Yes," Lu Cheng was not in high spirits because he was still thinking about what happened before, so he nodded casually.

"Then you share an office with me first, and I'll ask someone to add a desk." Assistant Song hesitated before making a decision.