Shining Stars: First Producer

But such a well-behaved movement could not conceal her distraction.

It looked like he didn't listen to anything at first glance, Song Moran thought in his heart, his face became a little dark.

Lu Cheng felt the faint oppression coming from Song Moran's side, and looked up at him cautiously, not knowing what happened.

Song Moran lowered his head slightly, and he could see Lu Cheng's unclear gaze, staring at him.

Forget it, what are you fussing about with her, Song Moran pursed his lips, and suddenly turned around and left before Lu Cheng could react.

Watching Song Moran's figure disappear next door, Lu Cheng seemed to have become a sculpture, and it took a long time to realize it.

Putting down her hand stiffly, she looked at Song Moran's closed door, feeling a little helpless in her heart.

As for Assistant Song who was by their side, he was ignored by both of them.

And Assistant Song himself seemed to have been used to such neglect for a long time, the expression on his face didn't change a bit, but his eyes looking at Lu Cheng were a little dark.

All his thoughts about currying favor with Lu Cheng at the beginning were based on the fact that she would not have any bad influence on Song Moran, but now he seems to have some bad premonitions.

Assistant Song usually does things quietly, and Lu Cheng didn't think too much about it, and said goodbye to him with a smile, "See you tonight, Assistant Song."

"See you tonight," Assistant Song nodded, covering his inner thoughts so that no one could see them.

Lu Cheng, who is resting peacefully, does not know that there is a plan against him in the country that is slowly proceeding in the dark.

During the work break, colleague C sneaked away from other people's eyes and came to a cafe not far from the company.

But she can't help but hide and hide in her movements, and she will quickly move her eyes away if she accidentally meets someone, as if she has a ghost in her heart.

"Can you stop acting like a guilty conscience!" Wang Lin looked at her colleague C's performance with disgust on her face.

Colleague C ignored her disgust, sat on the seat with his legs together, and held the small bag he was carrying tightly in her arms.

"What's the matter, tell me quickly, I will go back soon." She whispered, her tone was very nervous, and she looked around from time to time.

Wang Lin sneered, and moved her body to find a more comfortable sitting position for herself. She stretched out her hand and didn't know whether she wanted others to admire the diamond ring on her middle finger or to show off her newly made nails, but she kept There is no intention to speak.

Colleague c, that is, Lin Jiujiu, looked at Wang Lin's completely different dress from his own, and a trace of envy quickly flashed across his eyes, and he couldn't help but bring out a little bit when he spoke again, "Lu Cheng followed the president to participate in a fashion show abroad today. Zhou, Assistant Song is not in the country, can we take advantage of the present?"

She didn't finish her sentence, but she should have been able to understand it for a long time.

When Wang Lin heard that Lu Cheng went out with Song Moran, she pinched her manicured nails viciously on her palms, and said through gritted teeth, "She's lucky!"

Lin Jiujiu sat across from him with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes, he couldn't see the aggressiveness when he quarreled with Lucheng in the company.

"You find a way to disclose this matter to Su Xiaoyue, and remember to add fuel and vinegar when you say it!" Wang Lin said in a low voice.

She still remembered what Su Xiaoyue did when she was in the company, and she didn't believe that Lucheng could get through it safely in her hands.

Lin Jiujiu frowned, she also knew Su Xiaoyue a little bit, the first thing she thought of when she heard this was that she couldn't do it.

Under such inner guidance, she couldn't help blurting out, "She doesn't usually come to the company, and when she comes, she only contacts a few specific people. How can I tell her?"

Wang Lin glanced at her casually, and said mockingly, "How to tell? Isn't this what you should do?"

This feeling of superiority deliberately shown by Wang Lin made Lin Jiujiu feel very uncomfortable, and wanted to overturn the table in front of him and turn around to leave.

I don't know if Wang Lin saw her barely suppressed temper, and threatened, "Don't forget what I can bring you."

As Wang Lin said, she raised her hand intentionally and casually, and the shining light on her fingers successfully calmed Lin Jiujiu's inner indignation.

Lin Jiujiu lowered his head, and after a while he said a little discouraged, "Okay, I will take care of things, as long as you don't forget what you promised me."

Wang Lin nodded naturally, and watched with satisfaction that Lin Jiujiu left the place with a slightly bitter coffee smell, slightly hooked her lips, and took a sip of the dark brown liquid in the quilt. The bitterness in her mouth made her frown uncontrollably. .

The "click" is the sound made when the bottom of the cup touches the table.

Wang Lin looked at the rippling liquid in the cup with a cold expression.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but the room was completely shady, especially where Wang Lin was sitting, and there was no sunlight at all.

"Why did you come back at this time?" Someone asked jokingly as Lin Jiujiu came back in a hurry.

"Ah? Go out for a walk, go out for a walk," Lin Jiujiu stammered and dodged his eyes because he had something on his mind.

"Oh." The colleague nodded blankly, looking at Lin Jiujiu's back with some doubts.

Lin Jiujiu didn't care about her colleague's scrutiny. The most important thing for her now is to find a way to provoke Su Xiaoyue's complete hatred of Lu Cheng.

Thinking of the reward Wang Lin promised to give him, Lin Jiujiu couldn't help feeling hot in his heart.

At the same time, Lu Cheng, who was abroad, left the room alone because he couldn't sleep, because he still remembered what Song Moran told him when he boarded the plane, and Lu Cheng only planned to take a stroll downstairs of the hotel where they were staying.

This hotel is probably in an artistic style. Lucheng can find some small surprises in the corridors, halls and even the handrails of the stairs. They are of the same origin and have their own characteristics.

She walked around from time to time, and sometimes she would secretly touch an uncertain place with her hand, probably thinking that no one would be able to see it, and Lu Cheng had a great time playing.

But they didn't know that there were people coming and going here, and because of her outstanding appearance, everyone passing by would subconsciously glance at her, but no one spoke.

"This seems to be a vine," standing by the handrail of the stairs, Lu Cheng seemed to have finally determined something, and muttered softly while pinching his chin.

She was so engrossed that she didn't hear the footsteps that were getting closer and closer to her and finally stopped behind her.

"This is indeed a vine, Miss has good eyesight." The low-pitched male voice was unhurried, which made people feel that it was a kind of enjoyment.