Shining Stars: First Producer

Although he didn't know why, but Bai Xiaofei knew in his heart that Lu Cheng probably wouldn't want to hear his questions, so he suppressed all the questions in his heart, and only waited to find out when he went back.

Along the way, Bai Xiaofei didn't seem to hear anything, whether it was the places he passed, the things that happened in the past, or the illusory myths and legends, he was able to talk about everything.

Moreover, the words are fluent and full of emotions, which makes people unable to bear the change of mood following his narration.

If it wasn't because he clearly knew that Bai Xiaofei was the same as being himself, and it was the first time he came to this country, Lu Cheng felt that he might have mistaken him for a native-born person.

Although I don't know how long Bai Xiaofei has worked hard behind the scenes, but this can't stop Lu Cheng from looking at him with admiration.

Feeling the admiring gaze from the side, and turning his head to see Lu Cheng staring at him, with bright eyes, Bai Xiaofei immediately felt confident.

The explanations and narrations that were already interesting enough this time were even more witty, which attracted the attention of many people when he didn't know it.

"It's said that this city wall..." Bai Xiaofei led Lu Cheng slowly past the wall, his voice slowed down, and the pictures he said seemed to have vicissitudes of life.

Lu Cheng imitated the performance of Bai Xiaofei in front of him, stretched out his fingers and placed them on the wall, feeling the somewhat rough touch from his fingers as he walked.

Under Bai Xiaofei's narration, Lu Orange seemed to have traveled to that era, seeing the raging wars and the joys and sorrows of that era.

With a long sigh unconsciously, Lu Cheng slowly opened his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, like the wings of a butterfly constantly trembling under the breeze.

"What's the matter?" Sensitively hearing the voice from behind, Bai Xiaofei quickly turned his head and asked worriedly.

Shaking her head, Lu Cheng retracted her hand, looking at the dirty dust color on her fingers, she couldn't help laughing.

"This wall has witnessed the rise and fall of a nation's glory and disgrace. Until now, it still stands here, waiting to witness the coming of the next era," Lu Cheng said with a sigh.

"This is probably his mission," Bai Xiaofei said, looking down at the photo he just took in the camera, with a casual expression.

But it was this kind of casualness that broke Lu Cheng's depression caused by the too heavy story just now.

Lu Cheng laughed, and wiped off the dirt on her fingers bit by bit with a paper towel, and said, "That's right."

The two continued to walk forward, and slowly walked into a small path following the wall, and after entering, there was a completely different quietness from the outside world.

It was still Bai Xiaofei who was introducing, but I don't know if it was because of Lu Cheng's emotional changes before, but what Bai Xiaofei mentioned about this long alley was all relaxed and happy things, which made Lu Cheng laugh again and again.

However, Lu Cheng knew in his heart that it is impossible for two places so close to each other to have completely different histories. Lu Cheng was silently moved by Bai Xiaofei's gentleness.

Deliberately planting flowers but not blooming, unintentionally planting willows and willows to make shade, probably Bai Xiaofei didn't think that he was just a habitual gentleness, which made Lu Cheng think so much.

While the two of them were walking around in a harmonious atmosphere, Song Moran who stayed in the hotel had already received the news.

The screen flickered slightly, and the characters on it were not very large, but each of them was deeply imprinted in Song Moran's heart.

"Bai Xiaofei", "two people", "alone", "intimate"... Song Moran felt upset for a while when every word appeared.

"Okay, that's great," Song Moran collapsed tightly, staring at the sentence of return expressionlessly, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

If someone is by Song Moran's side now, they will definitely tremble with fright from his cold expression and tone, and dare not do anything else.

Time passed slowly, Bai Xiaofei has been slowly walking towards the destination following the plan he made yesterday.

That is the most famous building and landscape in the city. It is said that couples can grow old together if they watch the sun rise and set together.

But such a legend has no credibility at all, only greasy couples will pay attention to it, and others don't even know that there is such a statement.

Lu Cheng didn't know this either, this was the news that Bai Xiaofei got when he was speaking quietly before.

"President," Assistant Song pushed the door open, with a smile on his face and a smile in his tone, making people know that something good must have happened.

"Huh?" Song Moran raised his head slightly, uttered a single tone expressionlessly, and asked.

His reaction seemed normal, but Assistant Song felt something was wrong, subconsciously raised his head and pretended to look over casually, and happened to meet a pair of eyes that had no emotion.

With a chill in his heart, Assistant Song quickly withdrew his gaze. With all his energy in his heart, he spoke carefully, "I have already drafted the contract for cooperation, but the two parties have not reached an agreement on some of the terms."

"What terms?" Song Moran rubbed his forehead and asked in a deep voice.

Assistant Song took a step forward, put the document that he had been holding in his hand on the table, and said softly, "What should you do about the entanglement caused by the different interests of the two parties?"

Looking at the densely packed handwriting at a glance, Song Moran would only study carefully when he saw the fields marked by Assistant Song.

Because his expression hadn't changed much, Assistant Song was worried, not knowing what Song Moran would think.

Time passed little by little, the clock ticked, and every sound seemed to strike in people's hearts.

"We can consider minor regression while ensuring vested interests," Song Moran said in a deep voice after a while, and handed back the messy draft to Assistant Song.

Assistant Song nodded, remembering what Song Moran said in his heart properly.

Suddenly, Song Moran talked about something that had nothing to do with work.

"Can the contract be finalized tomorrow?" Song Moran asked in a flat voice, making it impossible to hear any other meaning.

"Tomorrow?" Assistant Song frowned in embarrassment, hesitated for a moment before nodding firmly, "Yes."

After getting an affirmative answer, Song Moran still didn't intend to let go of his frowning brows, and said, "Then go back to China tomorrow."