Shining Stars: First Producer

He believed that it would not be long before she would be able to get acquainted with the interpersonal relationship and know who could be the first person to be changed.

The urban column group has been around for a long time, and the people in the column group have continued to do what they did a long time ago, and they don't want to change at all.

What Lucheng has to do is to break their stereotyped thinking and carry out a drastic reform. Only in this way can the urban column group be given a new look.

The note I wrote just now was rolled up and stuffed in the corner, Lu Cheng turned around without changing his expression.

She is a little hungry.

The figure of Lu Cheng appeared in every corner of the kitchen, and his movements were skillful. When a bowl of noodles with all kinds of color and flavor was brought to the table, Lu Cheng took a deep breath with an intoxicated expression.

During the time when I and my father had been going against each other before, what Lucheng felt worthwhile was to learn a good craft, even in our current situation, we can reward ourselves with delicious food.

As the fragrance gradually disappeared into the air, the cross-country in mid-air climbed higher and higher, but its brilliance was completely covered by neon, making it difficult to see clearly.

Early the next morning, Lu Cheng saw dark clouds outside the window, and sparks of lightning and thunder flashed from time to time, and he couldn't help frowning.

From the very beginning until now, the thing that Lu Cheng hates the most is rain. She especially hates going out with an umbrella on a rainy day.

"I hope it won't rain during the time I go to the company," Lu Cheng prayed silently in her heart.

But things didn't go as expected, she hadn't gone half way when she heard a bang, and big raindrops slapped on the ground, on the building, and on people's faces.

Seeing the wet cloth on his body, Lu Cheng's eyes flashed, and he ran forward without thinking.

But even so, when he ran to a place where he could shelter from the rain, he was almost completely soaked.

The wet cloth stuck to his body, and the coldness of the rain passed down the clothes into his skin, making one shiver uncontrollably.

Looking at the approaching working time and the heavy rain that did not stop at all, Lu Cheng tightened her fingers on the handle of the umbrella, and the veins on the back of her hand burst out slightly, perfectly expressing her current mood.

Stopping and stopping along the way, when she arrived at the company, there was hardly a dry spot on her body.

Looking at other people looking at her in amazement, Lu Cheng and Zhao Jing never let go of her brows. In the elevator, she did not expect to press the floor where the president's office is located.

When her legs walked to the door spontaneously, Lu Cheng suddenly realized where she was, and gritted her teeth in confusion, Lu Cheng still knocked on the office door.

"Come in," Song Moran said loudly, without raising his head, the gift box tied with a ribbon on the table is still in the most eye-catching place, the pink tone is completely different from the overall style of the office, making people unable to resist at first sight fall on top.

"President," Lu Cheng walked in slowly, his lips were a little purple from the cold, his hair was divided into strands and stuck to his face, looking extremely embarrassed.

Song Moran raised his head to see Lu Cheng in such a state, he was a little surprised, and then couldn't help frowning, "Why did you make yourself look like this?"

Speaking of which, Song Moran had already stood up and walked towards Lucheng.

The warm temperature in the office made Lu Cheng slowly calm down, and his trembling body gradually calmed down.

Hearing Song Moran's words, Lu Cheng felt a little wronged, and the circles of his eyes turned slightly red, "It's raining outside."

Lu Cheng said, with a soft voice, like a little milk cat who has been wronged outside.

"Didn't you bring an umbrella?" Song Moran took off his suit jacket, put it on Lu Cheng's shoulders with a straight face, and said in his mouth.

The coat was not very thick, but it was like a shelter from the wind. Taking a breath, it seemed that the breath was filled with the steady woody fragrance of Song Moran's body, and Lu Cheng's face turned red uncontrollably.

After finishing this series of small movements, Lu Cheng looked up at Song Moran and said softly, "Umbrellas are useless at all, the rain will still fly in."

Facing Shang Lu Chengqing's lingling eyes, Song Moran was a little helpless, but seeing her in such a mess, he couldn't bear to blame her.

"Next time it rains, you don't need to come to the company," Song Moran finally said, with a somewhat helpless tone.

"Really?" Lu Cheng asked full of surprise, with a tone of disbelief.

"Well," Song Moran nodded calmly, looking at Lu Cheng's hair that seemed to have water droplets, stretched out his hand unconsciously, and gently wiped off the crystal water droplets.

Such a subtle movement made both of them froze in place. Lu Cheng felt that the place Song Moran touched just now seemed to start to heat up, all the way to the ears and cheeks.

Song Moran also froze in place, he didn't even know how he made such a move just now.

However, his ability to control his expression is much better than Lu Cheng's, and his face is still calm, as if nothing happened just now.

"I asked Assistant Song to bring you some clothes," Song Moran explained, while walking outside the door.

"Okay," Lu Cheng said softly behind him.

On an ordinary rainy day, Assistant Song saw their president in his office for the first time.

"Go get some clothes delivered," Song Moran ordered.

"Clothes?" Assistant Song was a little puzzled, and asked in a low voice, "Is it your clothes?"

Song Moran shook his head, "Lu Cheng,"

"Okay," Assistant Song lowered his head, looking at his fingertips with deep eyes.

Song Moran was unaware of his performance, and when he turned to leave, he suddenly remembered something, and added, "There are still a few towels."

Assistant Song looked at the back of Song Moran leaving, and didn't speak, but his eyes couldn't help seeing something. Could the president of his family finally bear it?
Song Moran knew nothing about Assistant Song's dirty thoughts, but at the door of the office, Lu Cheng looked curiously at the slightly trembling ribbon bow on the table.

The sound of the door being pushed open seemed to have awakened Lu Cheng, she took two steps back abruptly and looked at Song Moran's expression, a little embarrassed.

"I'm just a little curious about what this is." Lu Cheng explained in a waxy voice.

"You can open it and have a look," Song Moran said calmly, looking at Lu Cheng with sincerity.

But Lu Cheng didn't notice this, she waved her hands hastily and refused, "No need, this is a gift from someone else, I'd better not touch it."

It's no wonder that Lucheng thought it was a gift from others to Song Moran. The pink color that can be seen makes it impossible to associate with him.