Shining Stars: First Producer

Lu Cheng was not clear about the previous confrontation between Song Moran and Assistant Song. She lowered her head and felt her face was burning.

"I'm sorry," Lu Cheng said in a low voice, with his fingers clenched together in front of his chest, looking a little uneasy.　
Assistant Song turned her head aside, as if she didn't intend to forgive her because of her apology, while Song Moran kept silent for a long time.

Lu Cheng didn't hear any answer, the stone in her heart became heavier and heavier, and she couldn't help but began to feel a little scared.

"Will you fire me?" Lu Cheng asked timidly, her voice trembling.

"No," Song Moran said in a deep voice, "don't think wildly."

Hearing this, Lu Cheng should have been happy at first, but she just saw the undisguised disappointment and rejection on Assistant Song's face, the smile that was originally uplifted froze on her face, and finally slowly turned into a calm.

"I see," Lu Cheng said, seeming to have calmed down.

Hearing her completely different voice and attitude from just now, Song Moran couldn't help raising his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised.

"Thank you for taking care of me for so long, I will work hard in the future," Lu Cheng clenched his fists with a sincere expression.

Song Moran nodded dispensably, and didn't care whether Lu Cheng was working or not?
Assistant Song's expression became a little complicated, but in the end it was just silent.

Lu Cheng no longer tried to make any guarantees, all she had to do was practice what she said in the future.

She believes that facts speak louder than words.

Even if he is participating in Fashion Week abroad, Song Moran still has to hold remote video meetings through the computer every day.

Lu Cheng, who has already made up her mind, will of course not go out and wander around as before, but instead stay by Song Moran's side all the time.

From the beginning, there were a lot of jokes because of not understanding Song Moran's habits. Later, although he didn't need him to say a word to understand the meaning of every look in his eyes, there was a certain tacit understanding between the two of them. .

In a luxuriously furnished hotel room, the crystal chandelier reflects the light to every corner of the room without leaving a shadow.

In front of Song Moran was the computer that was turned on, and he listened to the suggestions of other shareholders of the company expressionlessly without saying a word.

Shareholders probably also gradually felt bored, and the heated debate gradually subsided.

"Any other ideas?" Song Moran said coldly, looking at those people's faces with a pair of ice-like eyes.

Those shareholders were swept over by the emotionless eyes, and they couldn't help but feel in their hearts, as if a cold wind had blown in front of them, so they couldn't help but put away those little thoughts that were exposed.

After Song Moran's voice fell, there was a silence, and no one dared to speak.

Seeing their trembling performance and behavior, Song Moran felt a little disappointed and bored.

His brows and eyes drooped slightly, and he planned to get up and end this meaningless meeting.

But at this moment, a clear voice suddenly came from the computer.

"President," Tang Chen said loudly, with a slight smile on his face, looking like a humble and polite gentleman.

"I think the future development of the company can be more biased towards the entertainment industry. Everyone knows that the entertainment industry is developing extremely fast now..."

Tang Chen's words are well-founded, and the way he talks is very convincing.

Song Moran could see that even if the other people didn't nod their heads, there was implicit agreement in their eyes.

The way he looked at Tang Chen was somewhat complicated.

Unlike others who only see the surface, he clearly knows the ambitions and desires in Tang Chen's heart.

"Tang Chen," Song Moran slowly thought of the name in his heart, but he was still calm on the surface.

"I'm done," Tang Chen nodded politely, his expression unchanged from before.

Everyone was waiting for Song Moran's response, but he was still immersed in his own thoughts and didn't react.

Lu Cheng at the side seemed to feel the awkward atmosphere, hesitated for a while, and carefully put his hand on Song Moran's shoulder.

"President," she whispered.

Song Moran's eyes flickered for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the first thing he felt was the soft fingers on his shoulders.

As if without bones, it was small and could be completely wrapped in his hands.

"What do you think of Tang Chen's words?" Song Moran asked, hiding all the small thoughts in his heart just now.

"I agree."

"I think it makes sense."

……

The shareholders looked at each other, and chose to ignore the sudden appearance just now, which obviously belonged to a woman's hand, and said in a hurry.

"Then do as he said," Song Moran nodded, and then hung up the call.

Those shareholders looked at the blacked-out screen in front of them, but their minds were not on what Tang Chen said just now. They still couldn't help but wonder who is that person beside Song Moran?
Song Moran doesn't care how they think, as long as they don't boldly hit Lu Cheng with their ideas, he doesn't care about anything.

Song Moran turned his head and looked at Lu Cheng with an inexplicable expression, but he kept silent.

Lu Cheng didn't take it seriously at first, but soon she had to care.

Anyway, the temperature around him seemed to be rising gradually, Lu Cheng walked to the side uncomfortably, trying to avoid Song Moran's ubiquitous eyes.

But Song Moran's gaze still followed her everywhere, and slowly focused on the hand hanging beside her.

Lu Cheng twitched his fingers uncomfortably, and after a while, he finally opened his mouth unbearably.

"What are you looking at?"

Her tone was inadvertently coquettish, like being coquettish or something else.

Song Moran came back to his senses, raised his hand and touched his nose, his expression was still as calm as ever, but there seemed to be something settled in his eyes.

"You go back." Song Moran answered the wrong question, his voice was a little hoarse, like the sound of fine sand rubbing against each other, which made people tremble uncontrollably.

Lu Cheng frowned, and a pair of almond eyes stared at him helplessly, but there was no deterrence at all.

Song Moran was calm and had no intention of opening his mouth.

The two confronted each other in silence, and in the end Lu Cheng couldn't take it anymore, turned around resentfully, and left here.

Hearing the sound of the door being gently closed, Song Moran turned to look at Assistant Song, and said, "She is very capable."

The words came out of nowhere, but Assistant Song knew that he was trying to justify the name of the person who had left here.

After realizing this, Assistant Song's expression was complicated, and for a moment he didn't know how to face Song Moran.

Why did their deserted president suddenly become like this?

Song Moran didn't know much about Assistant Song's overactive brain theater, but it didn't affect his smile.