Shining Stars: First Producer

One thing, knowing it is one thing, and being able to accept it without any grudges is another thing.

The person's heart was replaying everything before, and finally she had to admit that her guess at the beginning was right. She sighed, and involuntarily wanted to pass over Bai Xiaofei who was standing in front of her, and take a look at the situation at this time. What the hell is Lucheng doing.

But she failed, because even though Bai Xiaofei didn't know anything, he still stood in front of her like a conditioned reflex when he looked at her head, and warned with an ugly face, "Your mission is over, you should go back now." !"

After a long silence, the man reluctantly withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked outside step by step.

Lu Cheng couldn't hear their deliberately lowered conversation, but could clearly see all their movements and changes in their expressions, and their eyes flickered quickly.

The man staggered back to his seat, which startled his colleague, who hurriedly took two steps back and looked him up and down carefully.

"What's going on with you?" asked the same accident in surprise, a trace of schadenfreude flashed across his eyes, "Didn't you give something away? Why are you in such a mess now?"

The man waved his hand feebly, and said disapprovingly, "I just climbed a staircase, do you know the name Bai Xiaofei? I always thought it was very familiar, but I couldn't remember it."

Not seeing him jumping in anger, the colleague quickly glanced at his mouth, raised his hand to touch his chin, and said softly with some hesitation, "Bai Xiaofei? Is that the photographer?"

"Photographer?" The sense of familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger, and the words in his heart seemed to be blurted out soon, but they were abruptly blocked by an invisible line.

"Lucheng once made a program, which was an exclusive interview with Bai Xiaofei," the colleague said with a more precise tone.

"Yes!" The man clapped his hands fiercely, looked at his colleague with some excitement, and said in a low voice, "Do you know who I saw in the hospital? Lu Cheng! Wearing a hospital gown on the bed, it looks weird of."

"Oh," the colleague nodded casually, but he was not as curious as he imagined. "He has already left the company. What does it have to do with us? I think it's good for him to stay in the hospital. The president let it out."

Unaware that he had been regarded as a negotiable object, Song Moran did not return to the company after leaving the hospital, but instead lost the house where Lucheng once lived.

The room was deserted, and the little girl's things had already been put away. The simple decoration was not neutralized, and it looked particularly cold, as if it was colder than the snowy day outside.

Song Moran drove here just on impulse, but his mind was blank, he didn't know what he wanted to do at all, at this moment he walked around the room in a daze, and finally sat down in a daze, he thought There should still be Lucheng's former breath in this room, but the facts tell him that there is nothing here!

Raising his hand to wipe his face, Song Moran quickly restrained his panicked expression, gradually clenched the fingers hanging by his side, and whispered, "You will never run away!"

This sentence is like an oath from Song Moran, and also like a goal he has set for himself. The words sound very cold, with winter ice and snow.

"Song Zhu..." Song Moran dialed the phone, and reflexively called out the name of the person he was most familiar with, but he quickly remembered what happened before, his fingers trembling while holding the phone, and he didn't speak for a long time.

The man was already nervous when he received Song Moran's call, and his fingers were numb when he heard her silence. He asked hesitantly, "Are you looking for Assistant Song? He's not here now, I'll go right away." try to find."

Song Moran came back to his senses suddenly, and stopped him in a cold voice, "No, you can ask someone to pack up my things and send them to Jinxin."

The man stopped subconsciously, but he was very ignorant of Song Moran's instructions in his heart. After being quiet for a long time, he tentatively asked softly, "Is it something from your company?"

Song Moran was silent for a while, and felt Assistant Song's ability for the first time, but this kind of thought just passed away, and it didn't stay in his mind at all.

A person who has learned to hide will never be trusted again!Can't give credit again!This is Song Moran's life creed and the code of conduct he has always adhered to.

"Things at home," Song Moran said coldly.

"Family..." The man involuntarily widened his eyes, and asked again stammeringly, "Family, things at home?"

Hearing his voice, Song Moran couldn't help having a headache. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and said in a more icy tone, "All the things in the apartment I live in are sent here. By the way, I don't want to repeat it a third time!"

The man felt cold, quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, and nodded repeatedly.

Hearing the rustling noises coming from the opposite side, Song Muran's eyes quickly flashed a trace of irritability, and he hung up the phone neatly, not wanting to hear another word from the other party.

One minute passed, and the man was still standing there with a distressed expression, as if he had encountered some difficult problem.

"Come back to your senses!" At the same time, he patted his shoulder heavily in a funny way, leaned into his ear and shouted, "Isn't it just to answer the phone, why are you so stupid?"

The man's heart finally returned to the human world. He blinked slowly, turned to look at his colleague, his eyes were amazingly bright, "Can you help me?"

The colleague felt a chill in his heart, and when he slapped him on his body without thinking, he took a few steps back with a vigilant expression, and warned, "Don't think about anything wrong!"

The man hastily rubbed his face, and the previous expression also subsided, leaving only deep distress and bewilderment.

"The president asked me to move his things to a new place, and I don't know what to do now." He said softly.

"Isn't there Assistant Song? How could it be your turn to deal with the president," the colleague didn't believe what he said at all, curled his lips, and said with a look of course.

The man also didn't think there was anything wrong with this sentence. He nodded in agreement, but the trouble in his eyes became more and more intense, and said, "I thought so at first, but things just happened in front of me like this." , I dare not regard him as an illusion."