Shining Stars: First Producer

Not wanting Song Moran to think of the scene of her being unkempt again, Lu Cheng quickly shook her head, and said solemnly, "I've been quiet all this time, the voice you heard may be your hallucination."

Song Moran looked helplessly at her serious expression, Lu.There was a quick smile in his eyes, if he hadn't been very sure about his hearing and memory, he would have been deceived by Lu Cheng's serious expression.

Song Moran raised his eyebrows, looked at Lu Cheng quietly, and said softly when she involuntarily became a little uncomfortable, "Maybe I heard it wrong."

Lu Cheng always thought that Song Moran would expose her mercilessly, but never thought that he would cooperate with her, her eyes widened involuntarily, and her heart was full of disbelief.

Seeing the change in his expression, Song Moran couldn't help chuckling twice, and asked with a bit of a smile, "Why such an expression?"

"I found that you have really changed a lot," Lu Cheng took a deep breath, ignored Song Moran's teasing, and instead said seriously.

Song Moran's eyes flickered for a moment, and he pretended to be calm and asked, "Really?"

"I like it very much," Lu Cheng nodded slightly, and said solemnly.

Song Moran raised his eyebrows, looked at her with some deep meaning, and asked, "In this case, can the previous things be written off?"

After so many days, Song Moran finally understood Lu Cheng's seriousness and persistence this time, a little helplessness appeared in his heart, and all emotions were unconsciously blurted out by taking this opportunity.

Lu Cheng glanced at Song Moran in surprise, keenly aware of the tension deeply hidden in the deepest part of his eyes, and the tip of his heart trembled immediately, as if someone was touching those thin and long goose feather sticks on it bit by bit. Gently stir.

"Of course not," under Song Moran's nervous gaze, a hint of cunning flashed across Lu Cheng's eyes, and he said in a solemn and drawn out voice.

Seeing Lu Cheng's complacent look, Song Moran couldn't help showing a little helplessness on his face, raised his hand and lightly tapped Lu Cheng's face, and complained with a little affection, "Little villain."

The warm touch swept across his cheeks, but Lu Cheng felt that the temperature seemed to spread from the surface to the depths of his heart.

She took a step back unconsciously, and said in a disguised manner, "What time is it now? Is it too late to go to the company now?"

"It's not too late," Song Moran withdrew his outstretched finger, and said disapprovingly, "It's enough for you to finish your breakfast safely."

Lu Cheng had already returned to normal. He just raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and didn't say anything.

"I'll wait for you downstairs." Sensing that the atmosphere just now had dissipated, Song Moran quickly passed through a bit of regret, took two steps back, and said softly.

Seeing Song Moran's leaving back from the mirror, Lu Cheng's eyes changed, and he quickly put back his scattered thoughts.

At this moment in Song's company, everyone has already started their day's work, except Song Moran.

Manager Song returned to his office in a daze, and suddenly remembered what happened yesterday.

"You go first," Song Moran frowned and looked at the watch on his wrist in the empty company, and said expressionlessly.

"Aren't you going?" Assistant Song made the same movement, looked up at Song Moran in a daze, and asked in disbelief, "It's very late now."

"Let's go," Song Moran repeated again, and then, under Assistant Song's unbelievable gaze, he walked straight in the direction of Lucheng.

Looking at the direction Song Moran was leaving, Assistant Song suddenly remembered the fact that Lu Cheng hadn't left yet, and suddenly understood what he was thinking, and his face suddenly became a little ugly, "I really don't know what's so good about Lu Cheng Yes, Song Moran is so interested in her."

The sudden knock on the door by "Koukou" interrupted Assistant Song's memories. His fingers trembled involuntarily, calming down his ups and downs, and he called out pretending to be calm, "Come in."

"Assistant Song," the visitor shouted with a thick stack of documents in his hand, "has the president not come today?"

Assistant Song was silent for a while, not knowing how to answer such an obvious question.

Fortunately, that person didn't need his answer at all. He just lowered his head to look at the things he was holding in his hand, and asked, "These documents need to be processed immediately, what should I do?"

Assistant Song sighed deeply, raised his hand to clear a space on his desktop, and said helplessly, "Let's put it here first."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly threw down the things he was carrying around. At the same time, he couldn't help asking with some doubts, "Why didn't the president come here today? Did something happen?"

"This has nothing to do with you, don't ask too much," Assistant Song waved his hands slowly, and warned weakly.

The man was not intimidated by Assistant Song's threat, which was not scary at all. He shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, and said softly, "Okay, got it."

Knowing that he really didn't take his warning to heart, Assistant Song sighed helplessly, waved his hands angrily, and said, "Go to work if you have nothing to do."

"Assistant Song is really strict," the man deliberately lamented, then turned around and left.

Assistant Song turned to look at the extra files on the desktop, hesitated for a moment, stood up abruptly and walked outside, he was going to confirm his guess!

"Sure enough," I hurried to the door of Lucheng's office along the way, Assistant Song stood outside for a while expressionless, and I said in a dull tone.

Lu Cheng got out of the car first, looked around like a thief, and then said solemnly, "In order to avoid misunderstandings by people in the company, let's go separately."

Song Moran's face suddenly darkened, and he looked at Lu Cheng without saying a word, it seemed that there was a suppressed emotion in the depths of his eyes that was about to burst out.

Under such gazes, Lu Cheng couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. She licked her dry lips, stepped back unconsciously, and looked to the side, trying to avoid his seemingly omnipresent sight.

"Why do you look at me like this?" Lu Cheng asked pretending to be nonchalant, her tone was calm, but somehow she felt guilty.