Shining Stars: First Producer

"Why?" Hearing this, the roommate quickly sat down on the chair next to her and asked curiously.

Lin Niannian fell backwards into a large font and collapsed on the bed, as if she had lost all strength in her whole body.

"Because," she elongated her voice, and said under the increasingly hot eyes of her roommate, "because the task assigned by Teacher Bai is to accompany Lu Cheng."

Hearing this, the roommate's initial curiosity was swept away, and only sympathy remained in her eyes.

"Why did you suddenly ask you to play with her?" The roommate frowned, patted her arm, and asked softly.

Can I talk about the troubles I caused, of course not, Lin Niannian turned her back to her, groaning but didn't say anything.

But her reaction like this gave her roommate a wrong instruction. Her expression suddenly became serious, and she asked in disbelief, "Could it be that Lu Cheng took the initiative? Did she know about you?" Do you like Teacher Bai? Are you here to show your status now?"

The roommate seemed to be caught in his own thoughts, one conspiracy theory after another, but Lin Niannian couldn't help pulling up the quilt to cover his face.

"No!" Lin Niannian sighed and said weakly, "It's my own problem."

The originally enthusiastic speculation came to an abrupt end, and the roommate gave him an annoyed look, and immediately lost all interest.

She solemnly patted Lin Niannian on the shoulder, and said solemnly, "Since this is the job I asked for, I must do it well no matter what! I like you!"

"Ah," Lin Niannian returned to the quilt wrapping again, and heaved a long sigh when he heard the ridicule from his roommate that seemed to come from the depths of his heart.

At this moment, Lu Cheng still doesn't know that she will welcome a new playmate tomorrow, and she is currently looking up the legend about pink seashells on the Internet with great interest.

The legends on the Internet are overwhelming, good luck and love are beautiful... It seems that after getting this shell, I can get all the good things.

Gently curling her lips, Lu Cheng disapproved in her heart, if a shell could bring so many good things, then there wouldn't be so many tragic stories.

But despite her disapproval in her heart, Lu Cheng was very curious about the derived stories.

The curtain was blown up by the wind, and then slowly fell down, making a slight noise.

Lu Cheng stared intently at the densely packed black writing on the screen, with a very bad expression on his face.

"Mermaid and human," Lu Cheng sniffed lightly, his eyes glowing red, "I hope they can meet again in the next life."

Lu Cheng didn't know why, she clearly knew that all of this was a fabricated story, but she still took it so seriously, as if all of this happened by her side.

Gently stood up, moved his limbs that were a little stiff due to sitting for a long time, Lu Cheng turned and stood by the window.

The curtains were pulled aside, and through the light and starlight outside, could you vaguely see the outline of the sea and the sand on the beach?Lively scene.

Her gaze unconsciously slid to the distance, looking at the line where the sea and the sky meet.

"Is there really a mermaid there?" Lu Cheng asked in a low voice, her eyes were empty.

There is no time difference between this small island and China, but the night in China is much brighter than here, and the number of people walking on the road is several times that of here.

"Have you found out who is in touch with him behind the scenes?" Song Moran asked blankly, holding a half-lit cigarette between his fingertips.

Bai Xiaofei nodded hesitantly, and said softly, "It's Bai Xiaofei."

This name is both familiar and unfamiliar, but the moment he hears it, it can evoke all the memories of him in Song Moran's heart.

"Bai Xiaofei," repeated a name in a low voice, and Song Moran's eyes became a little complicated, as if seeing some unexpected scenes through countless voids.

Bai Xiaofei didn't seem to feel the change in Song Moran's expression, he stood there without any sense of presence.

I don't know how long it took, Song Moran blinked, and asked nonchalantly, "Does Lucheng know about this?"

Bai Xiaofei's eyes flickered, and he quickly made a choice in his heart.

"I don't know, all the contacts were made with him alone by Bai Xiaofei," Assistant Song said softly.

Song Moran nodded, feeling extremely complicated in his heart, he didn't know if he was relieved or felt that it was meaningless.

"Today I want to talk to him face to face," Song Moran said coldly, his gaze was extremely sharp.

Assistant Song has been by his side for a long time, and he understood what he meant when he heard this.

"Is it still the same place?" Although he was almost certain in his heart, Manager Song still asked.

"Well," Song Moran nodded lightly, looking very tired.

Assistant Song didn't say anything more, turned around and left lightly, and closed the office door at the same time, blocking all prying eyes from outside.

"Where is Assistant Song going?" The woman jumped out from nowhere, and looked across the closed door with regret in her eyes.

Assistant Song gave her a warning look, and said softly, "It's off work now, you can leave the company."

The woman waved her fingers in front of her, looking very proud.

"I took the initiative to work overtime," she said with a smile, "I wonder if there is any bonus?"

Assistant Song sneered unceremoniously when he heard this, and said blankly, "No."

The woman let out a long sigh, looking very sad, but Assistant Song could clearly see that there was no emotional fluctuation at all in the depths of her pupils.

"Aren't you leaving now?" Assistant Song asked calmly.

The woman rolled her eyes and said that she had already thought of an excuse, "I'm looking for the president."

Assistant Song couldn't help frowning, but the woman pulled her forward with her unbelievable eyes.

There is no way for a woman's strength to compete with a man's, let alone when she is completely defenseless.

With thin high-heeled shoes under her feet, the woman didn't dare to confront Assistant Song stubbornly at all, and staggered to follow him outside, but she was really unconvinced in her heart.

"Assistant Song," the woman yelled angrily, "It's not good for you to do this! I really need to find the president!"

But no matter what he said, Assistant Song didn't seem to hear him at all, and the fingers holding her were still steady.