Shining Stars: First Producer

Not knowing that the peaceful life was about to be broken, Lu Cheng rolled around on the bed a little irritatedly, her hair choked up in a daze, and then she sat up slowly.

Although after Bai Xiaofei's persuasion, her eagerness to be discharged from the hospital has eased a lot, but she still has no way not to feel irritated by this small space, not to mention the strong smell of disinfectant that makes Lucheng feel sick no matter how long it has passed. There was no way to fully adapt, and the white walls around her kept reminding her of some bad things.

It seems that when she is in a bad mood, everything will involuntarily bring on some negative effects. Even if Lu Cheng closes her eyes tightly, she still feels vaguely uncomfortable in her body.

Unaware of Lu Cheng who was fidgeting in the ward at this time, Bai Xiaofei watched the family leave the hospital from a distance, his eyes quickly swept over the bright smiles on their faces, and slowly fell into deep thought .

Everyone who was discharged from the hospital had bright smiles on their faces. Even though the weather outside was cloudy and rainy, their hearts were still full of sunshine, and the dark clouds drifted away quickly before they gathered.

Perhaps it is irresponsible to forcefully keep Lu Cheng in the hospital?Bai Xiaofei thought to himself with some uncertainty, his face slowly sank.

Song Moran didn't know how many red lights he had run through along the way, and rushed towards the hospital in a hurry. Just as he got out of the car, he was sensitive to the figure standing beside him, and stopped his forward posture all of a sudden. down.

"Bai Xiaofei?" Song Moran murmured to himself in a low voice, and couldn't help thinking of what Assistant Song said at the beginning, "Bai Xiaofei has been taking care of Lucheng in the hospital..."

Sensing the scorching gaze from the side, Bai Xiaofei slowly came back to his senses, he rubbed his cheeks a little irritably, and looked in the direction of the gaze impatiently.

Seeing that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, Bai Xiaofei's expression changed, and he turned and left without thinking, but it was already too late.

"Bai Xiaofei," Song Moran shouted expressionlessly, "Aren't you wondering why you saw me here?"

Bai Xiaofei's hasty footsteps stopped suddenly, he looked at Song Moran with a stiff face, and after a while he reluctantly said, "This is not a good place to chat, come with me."

Not caring about Bai Xiaofei's expression, Song Moran nodded without hesitation and followed, but even though he was behind Bai Xiaofei just now, he was not at all suppressed by the aura of the person in front, on the contrary, he was vaguely superior .

Bai Xiaofei led Song Moran all the way around, and finally stopped at the door of the director's office. He turned around and glanced at the other party, and ordered in a low voice, "Don't talk later, I will do it myself."

It was the first time I heard such a tone, Song Moran raised his eyebrows in surprise, and finally nodded quietly for Lu Cheng's sake, and said, "For Lu Cheng's sake, I can temporarily Commit to that."

Bai Xiaofei gave him a cold look, slowly suppressed the anger in his heart, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door in front of him.

"Come in," the director frowned suspiciously when he heard the knock on the door just after pouring the tea, and raised his voice.

Bai Xiaofei originally wanted to order something more, but the unspoken words finally disappeared under Song Moran's expressionless gaze, and when he realized that he had inadvertently backed down from Song Moran, Bai Xiaofei's face became even more ugly.

"Bai Xiaofei?" The director raised his eyebrows in doubt, his cloudy eyes swept across Song Moran's body, a trace of vigilance quickly flashed across his eyes, and he quickly suppressed it, and asked calmly, "You How did you come here? Who is the person behind you?"

"Song Moran," Bai Xiaofei introduced, "You should have heard of his name, he is a famous business genius, and he is praised by many people."

Hearing Bai Xiaofei's eccentric tone, the director couldn't help but frowned, looked at Song Muran with some embarrassment, and said softly, "Bai Xiaofei doesn't mean anything else, don't take it to heart."

An accident flashed across Song Moran's eyes, and he looked at him with more sincerity. He shook his head lightly, and said disapprovingly, "I won't take it to heart, you don't have to worry."

The director quietly breathed a sigh of relief, seeing a trace of dissatisfaction quickly across Bai Xiaofei's face, and he moved his fingers, as if he was about to say something, he shook his head helplessly at the other party.

The anger that had already rushed to the top of Bai Xiaofei's head slowly subsided like this. The director is his grandfather's friend, and he can be regarded as a relative who watched him grow up, but there is no way to really get angry with him.

With a long sigh, Bai Xiaofei glanced at Song Moran with some dissatisfaction, and then slowly walked to the director's side, discussing in a low voice, "I have some private matters to discuss with him, can I borrow your office a period of time?"
The director froze for a moment, nodded without hesitation, patted Bai Xiaofei's shoulder with his rough palm, and whispered, "Don't be so irritable, talk about something."

Hearing his constant ramblings, Bai Xiaofei nodded patiently, accepting everything the other party said, but whether he would carry it out or not depended on his mood at that time.

The director babbled on for a long time, but he didn't know if he could see what was going on in Bai Xiaofei's heart. He stopped talking slowly, and the palm that patted his shoulder suddenly became heavy, and he said, "Talk slowly, I'll go out Take a turn."
Song Moran nodded when he looked over, and said softly, "I know how to measure, don't worry."
When there were only the two of them left in the office, Bai Xiaofei took a few steps back without hesitation, looked at Song Moran warily, and asked, "What were you doing just now? Are you thinking about something?" bad idea?"

Hearing Bai Xiaofei's inquiry, Song Moran quickly restrained his envy for the old man's advice just now, looked at Bai Xiaofei expressionlessly, and retorted calmly, "Bad idea? So it turns out that just saying a word to others is in your heart. It's already become a bad idea, so what's the point of you hiding all the news about Lucheng?"

Bai Xiaofei's eyelashes trembled, but there was no sign of panic in his heart. Instead, he seemed to have finally waited for this day, and his mood was very calm.