Shining Stars: First Producer

"The sound of the door next door being pushed open?" All the keywords were combined together, and finally a name came out, Lucheng!

Bai Xiaofei hurriedly got up, and when he opened the window, he could see the shaking curtain next door.

"One step too late," Bai Xiaofei said, but the smile on his face couldn't help but get bigger and bigger.

He closed the door, leaned his legs against the door weakly, and said in a breathy voice, "Everything is fine."

There is no need to worry about Lu Cheng's safety. The calmness that was difficult to achieve seems to be all at once. He can easily come up with a good composition and a great story.

The bottleneck that has been stuck for many days seems to be loosening.

After she came back, everything seemed to be fine, Bai Xiaofei thought in his heart, and wrote down the things to do tomorrow with a pen.

On the top of all the work arrangements, it was written in big characters, "Take that painting back and give it to her!"

Followed by a crooked smiling face, but seeing it will make people feel happy.

The staff who prepared the photo exhibition together with him quickly discovered the changes in Bai Xiaofei during this time, and they couldn't find any clues of changes when they looked at each other.

That night, Lu Cheng slept almost until the sky was dark, and when he woke up, the moon and stars were sparse, and the night sky was just right.

For the first time, she had the pleasure of admiring the scenery. She hugged a pillow and went to the balcony, which was the closest place to the moon in this room.

Looking at Lu Cheng, he felt as if he was going to follow the moon, and the thin streamer slowly came over, which was a gift from heaven and earth.

Lu Cheng originally thought that her good mood could only last for one day, but Bai Xiaofei gave her a surprise the next day.

A small bow-knotted box, which seemed to be the size of a palm, was flat. Lu Cheng shook it curiously, but no sound could be heard.

"What is this?" Lu Cheng held the box in both hands and looked at Bai Xiaofei curiously.

Bai Xiaofei smiled without saying a word, like the most mysterious strategist in the world.

Lu Cheng took a deep breath, and slowly began to unwrap the presents.

"A photo?" Lu Cheng was a little puzzled, then thought of Bai Xiaofei's identity as a photographer, and her psychological expectations were even heavier.

"Turn over and have a look," Bai Xiaofei said with a smile, seeing Lu Cheng hesitated, not daring to make a move, he just wanted to help her.

Under Bai Xiaofei's urging eyes, Lu Cheng finally opened the thin piece of paper.

"It's my favorite photo!" Lu Cheng was very pleasantly surprised, "This is my favorite gift! Thank you!"

Seeing her beaming face, Bai Xiaofei felt that he was already very satisfied.

Because he wanted to give it to Lu Cheng, Bai Xiaofei had already edited the photo and had it plastic.

It was precisely because of this that Lu Cheng picked up the photo and put it directly in his small bag.

She really likes this photo, the kind of love at first sight.

"Go to work quickly, or you'll be late," Xiao Fei reminded in a low voice, looking at Lu Cheng's happy face.

"Okay," Lu Cheng nodded, and couldn't help hugging Bai Xiaofei before leaving under the excitement.

The instant hug was pure in Lu Cheng's eyes, but it left a heavy blow in Bai Xiaofei's heart.

Bai Xiaofei finally recovered from the hug just now when Lu Cheng was far away, and he couldn't even see his back.
She moved her fingers cautiously, like a sculpted monster, about to go out for the first time.

Lu Cheng didn't know anything about Bai Xiaofei's activities behind her back, she hummed all the way to the company.

The girl at the front desk is still the same, and the people around are still the same, but the person they are discussing with has changed.

Lu Cheng smiled at them without hesitation, which surprised them.

Lu Cheng could even hear their indistinct discussions about him.

"What happened to her?"

"very scary."

"Will a trip abroad make such a big difference?"

……

Discussions like this made Lu Cheng shrug his shoulders.

She probably couldn't understand why some people were so obsessed with gossip.

Probably because of the habit left in the past few days abroad, Lu Cheng suddenly forgot that he had been transferred back to the urban column group, and walked to the president's office familiarly.

"Miss Lu, your job should be the urban column team downstairs." Assistant Song stopped Lu Cheng outside the office door, and said with a half-hearted smile.

"I misremembered, sorry," Lu Cheng said.

"It's okay, please," Assistant Song still had the same expression, putting his hands aside, motioning for Lu Cheng to go to the stairwell.

Lu Cheng didn't want to argue with him too much at first, but Assistant Song's constant expression made her a little upset.

Turning his eyes, his sly eyes flicked across Assistant Song's body.

"Assistant Song, I think you said before that I am a special one to the president," Lu Cheng specially emphasized the word special, leaned into his ear, and said in a low voice.

"So what?" Assistant Song didn't realize what Lu Cheng meant for a moment, and asked blankly.

"No way," Lu Cheng smiled lowly, "I was just thinking that if I put you and me in front of Song Moran and let him choose, which one would he choose?"

"You!" Now that this is the point, it's impossible for Assistant Song not to understand. He glared at Lu Cheng fiercely, but he had no choice but to do so.

Having won a complete victory, Lu Cheng raised his chin proudly, glanced at Assistant Song casually, and planned to leave.

Just when she was about to turn around, the door of the next office was suddenly opened.

Song Moran came out with a calm face, and glanced at the two of them lightly, Assistant Song involuntarily stepped back.

And Lu Cheng stood still, with a smile on her face again, "President," she shouted.

Song Moran nodded slightly, looked at her with some doubts, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"The emotional column group downstairs," Lu Cheng said, shrugging.

Song Moran frowned, said in a deep voice, "Then go to work."

His tone was extremely flat, but it made Lu Cheng feel a little too reluctant.

Lu Cheng frowned, looked at him angrily, then turned and left.

She didn't see Song Moran looking at her behind her back.

"If you want him to stay by your side, it's best not to go anywhere," Song Moran thought, with a more icy expression.

Assistant Song walked further to the side, trying to avoid the low pressure around Song Moran.