Shining Stars: First Producer

Song Moran didn't speak, but looked at her quietly, and she unconsciously stepped forward while watching her, and a smile flashed across her eyes.

But it was rare that the smile dissipated so quickly, Lu Cheng couldn't help but wonder if he had read it wrong.

She widened her eyes and stared at Song Moran seriously. After a while, Song Moran felt a little uncomfortable.

He turned his head to the side calmly, his brows narrowed again, looking very impatient, "Why don't you hurry up and sign, what are you doing standing there?"

Angry?This word suddenly popped up in Lu Cheng's mind, she was startled at first, and then felt that it was so.

Covering his mouth and coughing, Lu Cheng struggled to maintain the expression on his face.

Although Song Moran felt that the expression she looked at him was a little strange, he didn't think much about it.

But no matter how much he thinks, he probably won't agree with Lu Cheng's thinking.

"Don't you regret it?" Lu Cheng put his hand on the thin piece of paper and asked in a serious tone, "When I actually sign my name, there is nothing you can do if you want to regret it. I will never hand over Luyuan again. Concession."

Song Moran was a little annoyed by her question, and handed her the pen expressionlessly.

"Huh," Lu Cheng breathed a long sigh of relief, pinching the pen with his fingers, feeling the coldness coming from the pen body, and slowly calming down in his heart.

"Lucheng," she wrote slowly, stroke by stroke, with a pious expression.

Seeing the black ink marks gradually forming on the paper, Lu Cheng couldn't tell what it was like.

"Does the deer garden belong to me now?" She raised her head and asked softly, her expression a little unbelievably dazed.

Song Moran nodded, "Of course."

"That's great," Lu Cheng slowly changed from a smile to a big laugh, but at the end the circles of his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"It's so good," she said emotionally, regardless of the wide table between them, she reached out and hugged Song Moran gently.

Although it was just a touch, it made Song Moran stiff and unable to react.

"I'm sorry, I was too excited just now," Lu Cheng quickly apologized, and her cheeks quickly began to turn red.

Her actions were too abrupt, thinking about Lu Cheng felt a little annoyed, and at the same time, this kind of psychology also made her subconsciously ignore those shallow sourness.

"You go out first," Song Moran said softly with a sullen face, looking at the agreement that Lu Cheng held in his hand.

"Goodbye, President!" Lu Cheng quickly walked towards the door.

With a "click", the door was tightly shut.

In the room, Song Moran gently patted the shoulder that was hugged by Lu Cheng, his eyes were empty.

The air in front of him seemed to still have the scent that belonged to Lu Cheng, which was sweet.

Outside the room, Lu Cheng grabbed the doorknob with his hand, leaned against the closed door, and gasped for breath.

After a while, she stared intently at her hands.

"Why didn't you control yourself," Lu Cheng shouted in a low voice, with a slumped expression.

But fortunately Song Moran didn't push her away on the spot, otherwise Lu Cheng felt that she would not know how to end it.

Sighing, Lu Cheng straightened up and planned to go back to the office. Although the program group became famous in one fell swoop, it didn't mean that they would be carefree from then on. Someone still needs to watch it.

But just when she turned around to leave, she seemed to see a shadow from the corner of her eyes.

"?!" Lu Cheng was startled, and quickly turned to look over.

"Assistant Song," she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Lu," Assistant Song smiled dryly, not even knowing that the thing in his hand was about to drop.

Lu Cheng frowned, always feeling that something was wrong with his expression.

"What are you doing here?" Lu Cheng asked.

"Passing by," Assistant Song said, scratching his head.

Seeing that he kept moving the files along with his movements, Lu Cheng's eyebrows jumped and he said, "Your files..."

"Ah?" Assistant Song lowered his head blankly, looked at the document with only one foot left in his arms, and quickly picked it up.

Seeing him completely out of shape, he shrugged helplessly and said, "You're busy, so I'll leave first."

It wasn't until her figure disappeared around the corner that Assistant Song said in a low voice, a little terrified, "What did the president do?"

Just now he saw the piece of paper in Lu Cheng's hand, isn't that the equity transfer agreement he just delivered to the office today?

If it wasn't for their president to take it by force, then could it be that Lu Cheng couldn't help but agree with him after receiving this surprise?
Under Assistant Song's serious expression, the little theater in his heart no longer knew where it was going.

"Assistant Song?" Su Xiaoyue walked over slowly with a swaying posture, and shouted softly with a puzzled expression.

"Ah? Miss Su," Assistant Song quickly regained consciousness, suppressing the messy thoughts in his mind, and he looked like an elite again.

Su Xiaoyue blinked, and her fingers with dark red nails lightly tapped her lips, making her look alluring and seductive.

But Assistant Song was already calm about such a temptation. He smiled at the other party and stopped paying attention.

He calmly walked to the door of the president's office and began to knock on the door.

"Come in," Song Moran said without raising his head.

"President, these are the documents of Company A," the assistant said, putting some scattered documents in his arms on the table.

Just as Song Moran was about to say something, a wisp of strong fragrance suddenly floated from the tip of his nose, completely covering up the light fragrance before.

He moved his nose, raised his head with a frown, and saw Su Xiaoyue's eager eyes.

"There is no new arrangement recently," he said coldly, "You can go directly to Tang Chen."

"President," Su Xiaoyue didn't care about his sarcastic remarks at all, and smiled sweetly, "I think my recent development momentum is not good, can I change my development direction?"

Su Xiaoyue is talking nonsense, but she is actually very satisfied with her current position, and when she mentioned these words, she just wanted to stay with Song Moran for a longer time.

"Do you think your development is not good?" Song Moran looked at Su Xiaoyue intently, and said coldly.

Looking at the indifferent eyes, Su Xiaoyue's heart fluttered, the expression on her face became softer, and her eyes became more attractive.

"I want to stand on a higher ground," Su Xiaoyue raised her chin and said loudly.

Her eyes looked at the highest place, and she also hoped that she would be the one who could stand on it in the end.

For such ambition, Song Moran accepted it well, and even maintained an encouraging attitude, so he really started to think seriously after hearing this.

Assistant Song stood quietly by the side, treating himself like a piece of sculpture, turning a blind eye to Su Xiaoyue's eyes from time to time.

After a long time, Su Xiaoyue also understood what he meant, so she gave him an angry look and calmed down.