Shining Stars: First Producer

Assistant Song was taken aback by the messy scene, and hurriedly leaned over to watch it carefully for a while before letting out a slow breath.

"The wound is not serious, so you don't have to worry too much," Assistant Song said softly, patting the man's shoulder comfortingly.

"Well," the girl with the wound on her face is probably the average one here, and after hearing Assistant Song's comfort, she smiled at him, looking nonchalant.

"Stop laughing!" Before he could say anything, he was reprimanded by another person, looking at her with tears in his eyes.

She looked at the person in front of her who was staring at her with some headaches, and after a while she said helplessly, "I'm fine, don't cry."

Assistant Song didn't pay attention to the communication between them, and his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the mess on the ground.

"This is?" Assistant Song asked softly, and while speaking, he had already squatted down to pick up one.

Originally, it was a bit casual, but after Assistant Song saw the protagonist on it, he couldn't help but become serious.

"Who put this here?" Assistant Song asked softly, his eyes constantly darting across the area on the ground.

"Su Xiaoyue!" After the farce-like scene just now, and Su Xiaoyue's ruthlessness when she shot, the people standing here already hated her to the bone, and blurted out without thinking after hearing Assistant Song's question.

The originally fluttering eyes froze involuntarily, Assistant Song frowned tightly, and the breath around him became condensed.

Although the people next to him didn't know what Assistant Song was thinking of now, they could feel the pressure around him constantly being lowered.As they looked at each other, some expectations could not help but emerge in their hearts.

I don't know how long it took, but the people in the hospital rushed over and arranged them in an orderly manner.

"You follow," Assistant Song sighed inwardly, feeling the constant gaze of someone nearby, and said softly.

"Thank you!" The gratitude in her heart could not be expressed in words at all, she bowed her head deeply, and then quickly chased after her.

It has to be said that Assistant Song's decision made the people around him feel a lot better. The originally angry eyes that seemed to resist everything gradually softened.

"Assistant Song, that woman..." Someone hesitated, stood up and asked.

Assistant Song frowned involuntarily, and under their expectant eyes, said softly, "Don't worry, he won't be able to come here in the future."

After this sentence fell, it seemed that this matter had finally come to an end, and the person who was holding a sigh of relief in his heart, for fear that Lu Cheng would go crazy again at some point finally relaxed.

But Assistant Song didn't give them time to hug each other, looked at the mess on the ground, and said softly, "Okay, you guys help me pick up the things on the ground first."

"Okay." Scattered voices rang in his ears, and soon everyone had a few cards in their hands, and the ground gradually became clean.

"This is Lucheng?" Someone couldn't help asking when he handed over the photo, with a strange expression on his face.

Assistant Song gave him a warning look, nodded his head pretending to be calm, and said softly, "Yes, but it has nothing to do with you, clean up this place and work hard."

The person who received the gaze jumped in his heart, and almost immediately made up his mind to restrain the involuntary slogans.

"Don't mention this matter again," Assistant Song warned after hesitating.

Those people nodded one after another, without any intention of asking.

Instead of staying here any longer, Assistant Song looked at the thick stack in his hand, then quickly turned and left.

But after he hurried to the door of Song Moran's office, his fingers that should have been vigorous stopped.

The metal doorknob continuously transmits coolness, which gradually calms his mind, which was feverish due to the momentary excitement.

"Do you want to show the president?" Assistant Song asked himself in his heart, but no one could give him an answer.

The whole person stood here as if he had turned into a sculpture. After an unknown amount of time, Assistant Song moved his fingers lightly, then turned and left without hesitation.

This person has nothing to do with the company or the president, so why pass these messy photos over.

Assistant Song sighed softly in his heart, but the expression on his face was very calm, and every step he took was extremely firm.

In the coffee shop some distance away from the company, Su Xiaoyue slowly calmed down her shortness of breath, and the image of the blood flowing was still emerging in his mind until now.

"It's him who toasts himself and doesn't eat fine wine," Su Xiaoyue took a sip of coffee expressionlessly, feeling the bitter taste in her mouth constantly spreading, and whispered to herself.

Gradually, when the bitterness dissipated, Su Xiaoyue's sense of guilt disappeared all of a sudden.

Unlike the panic and rush in the country, Lu Cheng can be regarded as a fish in water outside, and he only feels that every minute and every second of his life is so joyful.

"Go from here to there," Bai Xiaofei shouted with a straight face, while constantly adjusting the camera in his hand.

No one refuted him, because photography belongs to his field, and he doesn't need other people's instructions.

Lu Cheng was able to help with some things at the beginning, but after everyone got busy, she couldn't get her hands on anything.

Sighing softly, Lu Cheng walked to the side, found a remote and unaffected place to sit down, propped his chin and looked at everything there.

The new life being filmed is still very affectionate, because Lu Cheng can feel the deep love from every look they make.

"That's great," Lu Cheng whispered with emotion, a little envious in her heart.

And Assistant Song in the company put away the stack of photos with a serious face, stood up and took a deep breath before walking outside slowly.

Although he can choose to be brutal in part, but there is no way to whitewash everything with a swipe of a pen.

Instead of waiting until Song Moran hears about this farce from other people, it's better to pick and choose and report all this.

"President." Assistant Song shouted softly, standing in front of him with low eyebrows.

Raising his eyebrows, Song Moran looked at him expressionlessly, and asked softly, "Who is making trouble?"