Shining Stars: First Producer

Asking the bottom line all the time will not prove your ingenuity, but will let others know your ignorance, and make the person you ask uncontrollably disgusted with your behavior.

This is something that Lu Cheng has understood and implemented all the time, and it turns out that this kind of behavior has indeed reduced a lot of unnecessary friction and conflicts when Lu Cheng gets along with other people.

As Lu Cheng guessed, Song Moran's eyes softened a lot after hearing her answer, he sighed softly, and pressed Lu Cheng's head to his chest.

"I told you I'll be with you," Song Moran whispered to himself, and before Lu Cheng had any reaction, he couldn't help but chuckled. The vibration in his chest could be felt by Lu Cheng Clearly.

Lu Cheng blinked his eyes quickly, his long and soft eyelashes brushed against his clothes lightly, and a touch of ecstasy flashed across his eyes.

In the community where Lucheng lived before, the person she and Song Moran were discussing was sitting on the sofa at home with complicated eyes, fiddling with a small glass bead from nowhere.

It can be seen that the glass beads seem to have passed a lot of time, and they are a style that was popular a long time ago. There is a swirling turquoise core in the transparent glass, which looks very simple.

And the person holding him seemed to have fallen into his own thoughts, staring blankly at the empty wall in front of him, only his fingers were moving slightly.

It was indeed the case, after sending the evidence he found to Song Moran, Bai Xiaofei sat here motionless, feeling very complicated.

Because he didn't know whether he should do this thing, even if the thing had already reached the man's desk, he still couldn't judge whether what he did was right or wrong.

He doesn't like Song Moran, this is an undeniable thing, logically speaking, under such a mentality, he seems to be very happy to see Song Moran's accident, because only in this way can he have the opportunity to regain Lucheng own side.

But, but!Bai Xiaofei frowned tightly, but he did one thing that everyone couldn't figure out, that is, he told Song Moran all the things that Su Xiaoyue and Tang Chen conspired.

Clenching his fingers tightly, Bai Xiaofei didn't seem to feel the arc of the round glass bead in his palm at all, or maybe he needed the pain to keep himself awake.

"I still have no way to harden my heart and let myself watch Lu Cheng and Song Moran wandering together," Bai Xiaofei smiled wryly, every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat , all glued together.

Just as he was thinking, Bai Xiaofei casually threw the mobile phone to his side as if it was a decoration, and suddenly lit up. The sudden light cut through the dull atmosphere created in the whole space, as if injecting new life into the space. vitality.

Bai Xiaofei raised his brows suspiciously, and put the glass beads he had been playing with with his backhand on the table next to him, then casually shifted his gaze to the flickering mobile phone.

"Could it be another job?" Bai Xiaofei thought in his heart, stretched his arms over there, and hooked the phone over.

"Lu Cheng," Bai Xiaofei blurted out in disbelief as he saw the names flashing on it, and his slack posture immediately straightened out.

"Hey, Lu Cheng," Bai Xiaofei said, the other hand subconsciously tugged at his fastened neckline, always feeling a little out of breath.

But in fact, he was breathing smoothly, and there was no sign of flushing in the face due to poor breathing.

Before Lu Cheng could speak, he couldn't help laughing out loud, his big bright eyes narrowed slightly, and they were curved, which represented the master's good mood.

"Bai Xiaofei," he called out in a brisk tone, and asked with a bit of playfulness, "What are you doing now?"

Bai Xiaofei shrugged, the buttons around his neck had been unbuttoned by him quietly, revealing an inconspicuous red mole on his collarbone.

"I have nothing to do at home," Bai Xiaofei said with a light smile, "Maybe I'm waiting for a call from you."

His answer made Lu Cheng feel better, stretched out his hand to press the corners of his eyes, and said involuntarily, "It's really a very happy thing to talk to you."

These words seemed to be working seriously on the side, but Song Moran, who couldn't help but pay attention to his movements, heard it like a bright hint, which made him snort uncontrollably, and the original gentle mark on the pen suddenly changed. It was much heavier, and the thin paper seemed to be torn all at once.

Song Moran looked at the deep ink stains on the paper blankly, and tightened his fingers holding the pen, barely suppressing his urge to throw it aside.

Lu Cheng, who was happily listening to the other party, immediately felt the bursts of air-conditioning coming from here, blinked his eyes in a daze, and subconsciously turned his head to see Song Moran's condensed side face.

Swallowing her saliva subconsciously, Lu Cheng immediately realized that she was both helpless and amused. She blocked the phone with her other hand and looked at Song Moran with a smile in her eyes.

"Could it be that I'm going to get angry at him for no reason?" Lu Cheng asked helplessly.

Song Moran also knew this truth, but it was obvious that he couldn't control his emotions, especially when he heard Lu Cheng and Bai Xiaofei's familiar and brisk conversation, he couldn't help but want to get angry.

Closed his eyes deeply, Song Moran suppressed all the inexplicable anger in his heart, and said coldly, "Whatever you want."

He talked without turning his head. Although his expression was very calm, Lu Cheng could hear a bit of anger from it.

Such a discovery made his eyes widen involuntarily, and he couldn't believe it, but the fact was right in front of him, and he couldn't deny it.

Licking her dry lips, Lu Cheng felt a little nervous, hesitated for a moment, blushed and said, "He's not you!"

Because the phone was still connected, Lu Cheng was afraid that Bai Xiaofei would hear her words and cause unnecessary misunderstandings, so she kept her voice extremely low, as if all her words were stuck on a rope, which made people not pay attention. It will ignore the past, but it doesn't include Song Moran.