Shining Stars: First Producer

Bai Xiaofei sat there quietly, and waited until the middle of the moon before slowly standing up.

Although he is very eager to achieve his goal, Bai Xiaofei still has no way to let himself not care about the character of his collaborators. There is nothing he can do about this stubborn Bai Xiaofei that even he can't understand, at most he can only smile bitterly.

"Haven't we reached that step yet?" Bai Xiaofei sighed softly, reaching out his hand to take all the moonlight into his arms.

Under everyone's complicated thoughts, the next day arrived as scheduled. After all, time never stops its progress because of a certain person, but maintains absolute fairness in front of everyone.

"President," Assistant Song's face was a little ugly, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit of self-blame and fear when he looked at Song Moran.

Assistant Song's unusual tone made Song Moran's heart jump for no reason. He gently put down the thing he was holding in his hand at the beginning, and put his hands together on the table in front of him.

"Say," Song Moran raised his chin in a flat tone, and ordered.

Before pushing open the door of the office, Assistant Song had been hesitating in his heart for a long time, because he never thought that those rumors on the Internet would actually have fuels that he didn't even know about.

But in the end, he still didn't dare to lie to Song Moran, barely suppressed his inner fear, and walked to the office three times at a time.

Because of his temporary fascination, he had intercepted the photos that Su Xiaoyue wanted to show Song Moran, and this had already made him regret it countless times.

Those few photos are now a hot potato, I dare not throw them away, but I want to ignore them, but the temperature on them makes my hands red and swollen.

Song Moran didn't hear Assistant Song's voice for a long time. Not only that, but the speed of the expression on his face also made people feel dizzy. This obvious appearance made Song Moran somewhat surprised and confused.

"Huh?" Song Moran snorted softly, and the slightly raised voice was not very loud, but it sounded like something in Assistant Song's ears.

The first thunder in spring suddenly resounded, waking him up.

Assistant Song blinked subconsciously, and then under Song Moran's playful gaze, he felt chills all over his body.

"Boss, President," Assistant Song stammered, trying to explain something, and looked at Song Moran more cautiously.

But fortunately, Song Moran didn't have any plans to break the casserole and ask the end. Although he was indeed a little curious about Assistant Song's thoughts just now, it was nothing more than curiosity.

He raised his hand and made a downward movement, indicating that Assistant Song didn't need to say more, and said concisely, "The purpose of your coming."

Faintly hearing the impatience deep in Song Moran's tone, Assistant Song straightened his face and said, "What you ordered last time is that the robber has been found out. The person who spread rumors on the Internet is Su Xiaoyue, and the purpose is unknown at present."

A familiar name was spit out lightly by Assistant Song, Song Moran didn't have much surprise in his heart, on the contrary, there was a kind of dust settled as expected, even though he didn't understand Su Xiaoyue's purpose of doing so many unnecessary things.

Song Moran's thoughts were quick, he glanced at Bai Xiaofei standing there calmly, and said, "I want to meet her."

Song Moran didn't explain the time and place, which made Assistant Song a little embarrassed, because his thoughts were notoriously difficult to fathom.

"Why don't you go out?" Song Moran looked at Assistant Song who was standing there in a daze, couldn't help frowning, and said in his mouth.

Assistant Song's eyes quickly showed a trace of distress, but he quickly hid it, and asked in a low voice, "President, are you arranged in the company?"

Song Moran frowned invisibly, then calmed down and said softly, "Outside, you can arrange the time."

Assistant Song nodded quickly, turned around and walked outside, "Understood."

Although it was already a new day, Lu Cheng's mood still couldn't be adjusted from yesterday's mode, and he seemed a bit decadent.

She tossed and turned unsteadily on the bed, but she didn't want to get up, even though the place where her body was in contact with the bed seemed to be on fire.

"Alas," Lu Cheng sighed, turned over and saw the fallen photo frame on the bedside table, hesitated for a moment, turned over and stood up.

The self in the photo is smiling brightly. Put your arms on the shoulders of the person next to you. There is no need for others to say anything at all. The obvious intimacy between two people cannot be concealed.

Lu Cheng's cool fingertips lightly slid across the photo, all kinds of emotions flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to see the person in the photo standing in front of him alive in a trance.

"Click!" The sound of the heavy object falling to the ground resounded in the empty and quiet space, stirring up the invisible dust in the air to echo continuously.

Lu Cheng looked at the mess on the ground with a pale face, because the direct landing without any buffer caused the layer of glass outside the photo frame to shatter into pieces, piled up in a mess on the photo.

Lu Cheng only felt that he had woken up soon, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that he seemed to have been in a daze for a long time. Such a contradiction made Lu Cheng frown involuntarily.

"Is this fate?" Lu Cheng whispered, looking straight at the photo buried under the shattered glass, looking at the big crack between the two people in the photo.

This is a photo of her and Song Moran taken a long time ago. At that time, the two had just learned about each other's friendship for themselves, and their every move was ambiguous without knowing it.

Although Lu Cheng had told herself the fact that the two of them had separated for a long time, she was reluctant to destroy this photo. The last concession was to press the photo underneath and pretend that there was nothing. However, such behavior But it also showed Lu Cheng's inner expectation from the side.

If Lu Cheng was asked now if she was willing to destroy this photo, her answer might still be uncertain, but now she didn't need to make a choice at all, because this photo had already been destroyed.

It's like the sentence that Lu Cheng unconsciously said just now - toothpaste, this is probably destined, like two intersecting straight lines, there is only one point of intersection, when the two people drift away, this Is the only happy memory.