Shining Stars: First Producer

Concentrating all day, she didn't feel that there was anything wrong at first, but when she relaxed at night, she couldn't help but take a breath.

The muscles all over the body seemed to be squeezed forcibly and then suddenly relaxed, making people feel extremely sore.

With a bitter face, Lu Cheng threw herself into the bathtub, feeling the hot water's full-scale massage on herself, and was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Under such circumstances, Lu Cheng fell asleep unconsciously.

The moon bends and hangs in mid-air, softly exuding her unique icy blue brilliance.

Lu Cheng's sleeping eyes are very calm, half of his body is soaked in the water, the white and tender skin is faintly visible under the foam, it is a kind of pure temptation.

In the middle of the night, the original hot water had completely cooled down, and Lu Cheng was quick-witted and woke up.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment in front of her, Lu Cheng still couldn't recover.

The coldness of the limbs slowly spread to the limbs, Lu Cheng moved his fingers, and a splash of water was raised.

She quickly crawled out of the bath, lay down on the bed dizzy, and fell asleep again as soon as she turned over.

Early the next morning, Lu Cheng felt that her head was a little groggy, she shook her head, but didn't take it to heart.

Still conscientiously following Song Moran's side, working hard to prove himself.

"Fashion Week starts tomorrow, you two should prepare well." Song Moran said while sitting in front.

Assistant Song and Lu Cheng stood in front of her, one on the left and the other on the right, with serious expressions on their faces.

"Okay," Song Moran nodded in satisfaction. He planned to use this fashion week as a springboard to develop the company to a higher level.

Lu Cheng was already a little fuzzy at this time, hearing Song Moran's voice in a trance, she wanted to nod reflexively, but she couldn't hold back and leaned forward.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly sounded, startling the other two.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Moran hastily hugged Lu Cheng halfway in his arms, feeling a little panicked which is rare.

"Hmm," Lu Cheng felt as if he was being hugged by someone, and something cold was stuck to his cheek.

Her remaining consciousness prevented her from distinguishing who was hugging her, and what was sticking to her face.

All he knew was that he instinctively squeezed into that person's arms, and at the same time rubbed his face there.

Song Moran looked at Lu Cheng's unconscious movements, and felt so soft in his heart.

Fortunately, even though he enjoyed Lu Cheng's practices, he did not ignore Lu Cheng's overheating temperature.

"Doctor," Song Moran hugged Lu Cheng even more distressed, and at the same time kept urging Assistant Song, "Go to the doctor!"

"Oh", Assistant Song was a little dazed, and glanced at Lu Cheng, who was already unknown, with complicated eyes, and hurried outside.

When Assistant Song went to call the doctor, Song Moran carried Lu Cheng to his bed, washed the towel, and gently placed it on Lu Cheng's forehead.

"Why can't you be safe and sound?" Song Moran said softly, rubbing Lu Cheng's hand.

When the two met for the first time, Lu Cheng was fished out of the water by him. Later, he also staggered, and now he has burned to the point of unconsciousness.

Song Moran couldn't help feeling helpless when he thought of these things.

At this time, Lu Cheng still barely retains a little perception of the outside world, feeling that his hand is being held by others, and wants to struggle uncomfortably.

But she forgot that she was in a very weak state now, and the vigorous struggle she thought was presented to the outside world was just a weak movement of her fingertips.

Feeling the slight itch from the palm of his hand, Song Moran pinched her fingertips, and looked at her unconsciously frowning eyebrows maliciously.

"President, the doctor is here." Song Moran said, pulling an old white man who was constantly struggling.

Song Moran stood up from the bed without changing his expression, not caring about the disbelief on Song Moran's face at all.

"Are you a doctor?" Song Moran asked, looking at the person who was staring at Assistant Song and kept saying something.

"Of course!" The old white man glared at Song Moran as if he had been stepped on and hurt his feet.

Song Moran frowned, stepped aside, and said, "This is your patient, she!"

Before Song Moran could finish speaking, he was knocked aside by that stinky old man, his face darkened visibly with the naked eye.

Assistant Song watched him cautiously, and walked to the side calmly.

But unexpectedly, Song Moran just got angry for a while silently, looked at the doctor with a cold face, but didn't do anything else.

The doctor didn't know if it was because of his overbearing heart, as if he didn't notice Song Moran's ugly face at all.

"Immediate hospitalization is required," he said sternly.

Song Moran frowned, and without thinking, he told Assistant Song to go down and drive, and at the same time he hugged Lu Cheng in his arms.

Where no one could see, Song Moran's expression was serious. This was the first time he felt fear.

He didn't send Lucheng to the hospital in time at the beginning because he was used to family doctors who would make all the preparations when they came in China, but he forgot that the rules abroad were not like this.

For the first time, Song Moran hated his incompetence and taking it for granted. Thinking of it this way, his face became even uglier.

The white-bearded doctor felt the temperature getting lower and lower around him, and rubbed his arms.

All the turmoil was over, Lu Cheng was lying on the hospital bed safely, and Song Moran was sitting beside her, quietly tracing her facial features over and over again with his eyes, the low sound of the liquid medicine was the only sound in the ward.

Assistant Song leaned against the door of the ward, and the picture he saw just now kept appearing in his mind.

Is that person who is as scared as an ordinary man is really his own president?Assistant Song couldn't believe it.

All outside news will not be transmitted back to the country without Song Moran's permission.

Because of this, most people in China are not clear about what happened to Song Moran abroad.

Lin Jiujiu is still tirelessly creating opportunities for himself to meet Su Xiaoyue.

Tang Chen tried his best to expand his power in the company while Song Moran was not in the company.

Su Xiaoyue, on the other hand, seemed to have found something new, and reported in a bar in the city center on time every day, but rarely went to the company.

Bai Xiaofei was busy preparing for his next photography exhibition.

While developing the photos, he suddenly found the one that Lu Cheng had accidentally smashed before, and he froze there.

"Teacher Bai?" The person next to him didn't know why he suddenly looked at a photo in a daze, and asked cautiously.