Shining Stars: First Producer

"Looking at the way your assistant looks like, he probably thinks I'm a woman," the man laughed unceremoniously after there were only two people left in the office.

"Shut up," the man's laughter kept ringing in his ears. Song Moran reprimanded him unceremoniously, but it didn't have any effect at all.

That person was still laughing, as if he didn't care about Song Moran's freezing face.

Song Moran frowned involuntarily, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a book on the table and threw it at that person.

"You are really indifferent," the man said sadly when he avoided the book and heard the sound of the book hitting the ground.

If you ignore his voice and only look at his appearance, everyone will think that he is a woman, and a woman who is as beautiful as a fairy.

A beauty making such an expression will always make people feel soft, and he has gained a lot of convenience by relying on this.

But this time, he hit a wall with Song Moran, no matter how pitiful his expression was, he only had that expression, and when he looked at people blankly, it was like looking at a fool.

No one can bear such an expression, and no one can continue his performance under the gaze of such an expression. The man sighed and felt a little discouraged.

"You really don't have any flair at all. You have always had such an expression for so many years. No wonder there is no one around you," the man said unceremoniously.

Although she and Song Moran had known each other for a long time, they hadn't contacted each other for a long time. Because of this, he didn't know the existence of Lucheng.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Moran proudly, wanting to see his regretful expression.

Song Moran glanced at him casually, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes. The man was taken aback, with a bad premonition in his heart.

"Who says I'm alone?" Song Moran said casually, with a rare joke in his tone.

"What?" The man was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he couldn't help but howl, looking at him in disbelief.

"Could it be possible that someone can really bear your coffin face? Or are you threatening others with your identity?..." The man said to himself, and the guesses in his mouth became more and more unrealistic.

"Shut up," Song Moran finally couldn't help shouting, stretched out his hand and rubbed his aching forehead, "I didn't call you here to make you laugh at me."

Seeing Song Moran's serious look, the man curled his lips embarrassingly, and put away his unserious look.

"Okay, okay, fortunately, I'm the only one here now, otherwise, with your expression like this, who would dare to stand beside you," the man still couldn't help but tease.

He was just talking casually, but he didn't see the flash of Song Moran's eyes and the thoughtful expression on his face.

"You haven't said what you came to see me for today," the man said solemnly, restraining his lack of focus and looking rather bluffing.

"Are you interested in filming a show?" Song Moran asked.

Frowning involuntarily, the man hesitated and said, "What program?"

As he said that, he seemed to be afraid that Song Moran might misunderstand, so he quickly added another sentence, "I don't have any other intentions, I just want to know what kind of program it is that can bother you to find me."

Song Moran didn't say much, just threw the stack of documents on the desktop over.

It was still a bit dangerous to catch, the man gave him an angry look, and then his eyes fell on the things in his hands.

"I want to take a good look..." the man said to himself, his voice became softer and his gaze became more and more focused.

Song Moran saw that he seemed to have put all his thoughts into the document, raised his eyebrows, and dealt with his own affairs quietly.

The two of them did their own things like this, and the atmosphere was a little harmonious for a while.

At this time, Lu Cheng led Bai Xiaofei in from the outside, facing the attention from all directions, the expressions of the two of them remained unchanged, and they walked straight inside.

It's just that although Lu Cheng wants to go in quietly, she and Bai Xiaofei are both eye-catching people, and they are destined to be impossible to be quiet.

Just halfway through the journey, Lu Cheng met someone in the middle of the corridor.

Seeing the former man approaching aggressively, Lu Cheng frowned, and led Bai Xiaofei to stand beside him.

She thought that two people would pass by, but she didn't expect that person to stop in front of her.

"Why did you bring an outsider here?" The man questioned, looking at Bai Xiaofei very unkindly.

Facing this strange woman who opened her mouth to question, the blankness on Lu Cheng's face was simply unstoppable.

But even though he didn't know how this happened, Lu Cheng subconsciously chose to defend Bai Xiaofei.

"I'll take him to visit the company, don't worry, nothing will happen," Lu Cheng said in a good voice because he thought that he was wrong first.

But it seems that it is precisely because of Lu Cheng's performance that that person thinks that she is a soft persimmon that can be rounded and flattened by others, and her already arrogant expression has become more domineering.

"Nothing will happen?" The man sneered, looked at Lu Cheng from top to bottom, his expression was very disdainful, "Can you guarantee it? What guarantee do you have? I really think I have some great status gone."

Lu Cheng could hear every word she said clearly, and the clear dismissal in the same tone made her tremble with anger.

She wanted to explain, to refute, to tell everyone about Bai Xiaofei's character, to make them all believe in Bai Xiaofei, but despite having so many thoughts in her heart, Lu Cheng couldn't say a word.

Her quietness made those people even more proud, and she continued, "I advise you to send this person out while it's still early, so that nothing will happen later."

"I don't!" Although Lu Cheng couldn't think of how to refute her, she was still able to insist on her own thoughts and said without thinking.

Seeing Lu Cheng holding hands in front of him, Bai Xiaofei's eyes quickly flashed a trace of warmth.

The person in front of him hadn't enjoyed his protection for a long time, but it turned out that this feeling was warmer than he remembered, Bai Xiaofei sighed in his heart, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help evoking a smile.

But this kind of performance just made the other person transfer the blame to himself.