Shining Stars: First Producer

Seeing his tense appearance, Assistant Song slightly raised the corners of his lips, and comforted him with a smile, "Don't be too nervous, just work hard."

After he finished speaking, he glanced around again, then turned around slowly and left.

The newcomer watched his leaving back, his eyes kept changing, and there was no other reaction for a long time.

When he finally looked away, he turned around and saw the complicated eyes of others looking at him, which contained envy, jealousy, puzzlement and others.

Facing the fact that he has become the center of other people's eyes, he couldn't adapt very much. He smiled at them obediently, and then quickly sat back in his seat. The screen blocked his figure.

Assistant Song turned around slowly and returned to his office after turning around. What was different from his calm surface was that he was extremely confused inside.

He went around almost everything in the company, but Assistant Song didn't find anything different at all. Such calm made him almost doubt whether what he encountered was true or not.

Not knowing everything that happened in the company, nor what exactly happened to Assistant Song, Song Moran suddenly remembered what happened a few days ago during a break in the company.

"How did things go a few days ago?" Song Moran asked.

Assistant Song was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment and shook his head slowly, "There is no clue yet, the people behind seem to have noticed something."

Song Moran frowned, a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, then shook his head lightly, and said, "Keep staring."

Song Moran didn't say anything else, which made Assistant Song secretly relieved, but the next topic made him stiffen all of a sudden.

"I heard that the company hasn't been very peaceful recently," Song Moran said nonchalantly, his voice didn't fluctuate, making it hard to hear what was going on in his heart.

Assistant Song stiffened visibly with the naked eye, feeling very helpless about those messy rumors.

"I'll take care of it," Assistant Song said calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Song Moran glanced at him with a half-smile, but didn't comment on his words.

Assistant Song couldn't help but feel uneasy. Such Song Moran made it impossible for him to figure out his heart.

After waving his hands casually, Song Moran said casually, "It's not necessary."

Assistant Song looked up at him in a daze, with a very strange expression.

Song Moran had already lowered his head to look at the documents on the desktop at this time. He didn't hear the footsteps of Assistant Song leaving for a long time, and raised his head with some doubts.

Under his emotionless gaze, Assistant Song couldn't help restraining all his thoughts, and asked with a low eyebrow, "Leave it alone?"

If this continues, won't the rumors in the company become more and more serious?A doubt kept echoing in Assistant Song's heart.

"The company hasn't cleared people for too long," Song Moran said nonchalantly, with a calm expression, as if he didn't know what consequences those people would get after he said this sentence.

Assistant Song's eyes quickly flashed a hint of surprise, and at the same time, he couldn't help reminding himself in his heart that he must keep his own place in the future.

Not caring what he was thinking in his mind, Song Moran waved his hand nonchalantly to indicate that he could go out already.

He was soon left alone in the office, occasionally thinking of Lu Cheng when he was calm, but most of the time he was immersed in his work.

Maybe the two of them, Song Moran, didn't realize that the frequency with which she thought of Lucheng had become less and less, and sometimes even if she wasn't working, she couldn't help thinking of the details of how the two of them got along in their minds.

Such a change does not mean that Song Moran has lost interest in Lucheng, nor does it mean that it is indifferent.

On the contrary, it was just because Song Moran couldn't bear to miss him day after day, and he made a subconscious decision when he didn't realize it.

While Song Moran was working hard, Lu Cheng looked at the key in his hand in a daze.

He thought that after he moved out from there, there would be two layers of grievances with Song Moran, but he didn't expect that the entanglement between the two of them was not over, and it seemed impossible for him not to meet again. .

The exquisite key was originally cold as metal, but after holding it in his hands for a long time, it gradually took on the warmth of body temperature.

The fingers turned round and round unconsciously. Although Lu Cheng's eyes were still looking at the key, his heart was no longer on it.

There was nothing in his eyes, nothing existed.

"Do you want to send it to him?" Lu Cheng asked herself in her heart, what she couldn't deny was that after this idea was born, she couldn't suppress it again.

At the same time, the heart that had been calm for a long time started beating again, and Lu Cheng himself couldn't tell whether he was excited because he was able to return the key, or because he was able to meet Huang Yaoshi again.

Often sighed in his heart, Lu Cheng firmly suppressed this thought.

"It's just returning a key, there's no need to go there by yourself," Lu Cheng told herself slowly, speaking seriously, it seemed more like convincing herself.

After repeating it several times, Lu Cheng finally slowly suppressed the thought that suddenly appeared unconsciously, but the disappointment in his heart was hard to deny.

After being quiet for a long time, Lu Cheng reached out and pressed Song Moran's number key by key.

He had already deleted Song Moran's contact information a few days ago, but there was no way to forcibly clear those memories in his mind.

Even Lu Cheng himself didn't know why the numbers that he hadn't memorized on purpose were so clear when he recalled them, and those numbers that he had memorized on purpose before were still confused when he said them.

Lu Cheng's drooping eyelids and long eyelashes cast a curved shadow under his eyes, covering all the emotions in his eyes, making it difficult to see clearly.

Looking at the familiar number, Song Moran was stunned unconsciously, and then put it to his ear as if nothing had happened.

Neither of them spoke first, and all they could hear was silence and the breathing of the two of them.

The sound of breathing came from the mobile phone as if it was blowing directly on the ears. Lu Cheng unconsciously remembered those getting along with each other, Song Moran's quiet hands and feet, and her silent connivance.