Shining Stars: First Producer

Although the more doubts accumulated in his heart, the better, but Lin Niannian didn't have any intention to ask the client.

Because he didn't know why, Lin Niannian only felt that as long as he asked Lu Cheng first, it meant that he bowed his head in front of her, and the stubbornness and pride in his heart would not allow it.

Under the double torment of doubt and stubbornness, Lin Niannian looked at the cheerful back who was leading the way, and couldn't help feeling a little complicated in his heart.

"Hey!" Lin Niannian yelled, and said with some mockery on purpose, "The meaning that the shell represents is just given to it by people. If you believe so, is it possible that you are still a child?"

Lu Cheng came back to his senses in a daze and looked at Lin Niannian, who had a complex expression. After being quiet for a while, he shrugged casually, and said indifferently, "If saying this will make you feel much better, then let me Treat it like a child."

Seeing Lu Cheng's complacent expression, not ashamed but proud, Lin Niannian puffed up his face angrily, and didn't say anything else in the following time.

In another corner of the island, because Bai Xiaofei was really bored, he would not refuse other people's toasts, so his thoughts soon became a little unclear.

With a "snap", he put the cup on the table violently, and he didn't have any other reaction to the frightened eyes of others.

"Sooner or later, I will get my wish," Bai Xiaofei said to himself with his head lowered, the broken hair on the side fell to the sides of his cheeks, making it difficult to see his expression.

The others didn't know what he had gone through, they just thought he was angry at the two people who didn't know what they met today, they looked at each other, and quickly picked up the wine glass again.

There will be such a reaction, probably because it seems to them that nothing can be remembered after being drunk.

"Teacher Bai, I really like your photography style," someone came over drunk and said with a big tongue.

Bai Xiaofei looked along the voice with some illusory eyes, and only after a long while did he find out where the person who gave the number was.

He raised his glass and touched him, smiled and said, "Thank you."

After being interrupted by this person, he quickly forgot what Assistant Song said, and the group played lively until midnight.

But at this moment in China, the detective sat on the sofa with a disheveled face, looking at the clear soup and side dishes on the table, with constant luck, and finally couldn't hold back.

He slapped it on the table, and the cutlery on the table kept colliding with each other, the sound was noisy and harsh.

"Is this my dinner tonight?" He asked with gritted teeth.

The person standing in front of him was the one who proposed to use some means against the detective, but was rejected by Assistant Song with regret.

Hearing the anger in the detective's tone, he casually lowered his eyebrows and looked at him, and said nonchalantly, "Yes, if you don't like it, you can wait until tomorrow to eat."

The detective's originally calm expression couldn't help it all of a sudden, his eyes widened, and he pointed at the man with trembling fingers.

"You, I..." The detective said for a long time but still these two words, the man became more and more impatient seeing his expression.

"Really..." Looking at him from top to bottom, the man's eyes quickly flashed a trace of disdain, and then he turned and left without hesitation.

And at this time, the words that the detective kept in his heart finally blurted out, he asked loudly, "Could it be that this is also my breakfast tomorrow?"

The person with his back turned kept walking, but a retracted finger made the detective understand what he meant.

The back that had been forced to straighten suddenly bent down. The detective looked at the extremely bland dish in front of him, and after a long while, he still forced himself to take a bite.

I have to say that although this person can at least torture himself, the taste of this dish is still good.

But no matter how wonderful the question was, it managed to disguise its all-vegetarian nature, and as a meat lover, the detective felt that every swallow was a torture.

In the dead of night, he was lying on the sofa alone, and the huge villa, which was not very popular, seemed even more empty.

The detective couldn't help but think of the supernatural stories he had read or heard, and felt a cool air creeping down the hem of his clothes to his chest.

He stretched out his hand to press his rapid heartbeat, and comforted himself in a low voice, "Those are all fake, all fabricated stories..."

But no matter how much the detective tried to convince himself, his hands were always cold and wet.

"Down!"

He didn't know where the sound came from, but he didn't have time to think about it. He jumped off the sofa, closed his eyes tightly, and screamed, "Ah! There's a ghost!"

The person standing in the dark blinked his eyes in a daze, then sneered and slapped on the lights in the hall.

"What's the matter? I'm afraid you have ghosts in your heart." He mocked slowly.

I thought I would get a sharp rebuttal from the detective, but I didn't hear any other voices for a long time.

He couldn't help frowning slightly, and looked over with frowning eyes, "Why don't you speak? Could it be that you were really scared?"

The detective looked at the figure standing there with red eyes, and decided invincibly in his heart not to care about him.

"Did you hear any noise just now?" The detective asked with a small body, while looking around vigilantly.

The man looked at the detective as if he had changed into a different person, he couldn't help but took two steps back, and said angrily, "I heard it."

"Then do you think it's possible that it's a thief who entered the room?" The detective cautiously guessed, quietly avoiding those words about the supernatural.

The faces of the people standing there became darker and darker. After being quiet for a while, they gritted their teeth and said, "Just because I kicked something while walking, what kind of thief broke into the house?"

"This is Song Moran's villa where he occasionally stays. How could the security force be so weak? They were taken advantage of by those little thieves! Jiang Yang's thieves have no chance!" He said looking up, his tone full of admiration .

Listening to his rambling words, the detective's stiff and cold body slowly warmed up. Although there were still some psychological shadows, it was much better than the trembling just now.