Shining Stars: First Producer

Seeing her such a violent performance, Lu Cheng couldn't help feeling a little regretful, as if he shouldn't have told the truth.

Yang Yi didn't know that he had caused Lu Cheng a psychological shadow, and continued to ask enthusiastically, "Assistant Song bought it for you? Did the president order it? Why did you buy clothes for you? You and the president are really like Is that what the rumors say?..."

It seemed that there was no intention of stopping at all, Lu Cheng couldn't help but rubbed his forehead, feeling like Monkey King wearing a magic spell and listening to Tang Seng's chanting.

"Why do you have so many questions?" Lu Cheng interrupted unbearably, with a hint of grief and indignation in her tone.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Yang Yi was startled by her sudden utterance, and said timidly.

Lu Cheng rubbed his aching forehead, and explained helplessly, "I don't mean to blame you, and I don't have any other messy relationship with the president."

"Really?" Yang Yi said slowly, Lu Cheng could feel that she didn't believe what she said, and felt even more powerless.

Lin Jiujiu noticed the movement here when Yang Yi first started talking to Lu Cheng.

Disapproving in his heart, he touched his bag from under the table and the bank card that he had packed carefully.

She hummed in her heart, "What's the big deal, she can buy it after work!"

At the end, their topic shifted to another direction, and Lin Jiujiu could hardly hide his disdain for Lu Cheng in his heart.

I couldn't help but choked, "You have nothing to do with the president, so why did Assistant Song buy you clothes?"

"It's just an accident," Lu Cheng said coldly, not wanting to explain further.

Lin Jiujiu pursed his lips, obviously disapproving of her words.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them was not good, Yang Yi quickly said, "Perhaps Assistant Song is in a good mood today."

A dispute that was about to form fell silent under a cold joke.

After Lu Cheng sat down, she looked at Yang Yi with complicated eyes, and she couldn't help asking, "Why did you say those things just now?"

Yang Yi smiled, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, "I just don't think anyone else can talk about what happened between you and the president."

Lu Cheng pursed her lips, watching her eyes soften.

This day was the happiest day Lucheng felt after applying to be transferred back to the column group, but the really good mood was completely broken when he was about to get off work.

Assistant Song held a pink box in his hand, came to the column group with complicated eyes, and walked in front of Lu Cheng.

When Lu Cheng looked up, he saw this familiar box, and he didn't even need to listen to what the delivery assistant said to know what it meant.

"I said I won't accept it, you can take it back," Lu Cheng said coldly, suddenly disgusted with the domineering character in his heart.

"The president said that you must accept it," Assistant Song said, feeling a little helpless.

One of these two people wanted to give it away, but the other didn't accept it, which made it difficult for him, the person caught in the middle, to do well.

Lu Cheng knew that in the recent period, Assistant Song had always kept his attitude at arm's length. Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, he understood that Song Moran had probably given him a death order.

She let out a long sigh, feeling that the eyes around her were getting more and more explicit, she took the box over, turned and ran out.

Her destination is very clear, which is the office upstairs.

"Bump!" The door was pushed open vigorously, hit the wall and bounced back, making a loud noise.

Song Moran looked up and saw the furious Lu Cheng, he saw him striding in, and he also saw the things she was holding in her hand.

"Song Moran! Why are you so overbearing? I said no to everything, why did you ask the assistant to bring her to me?" Lu Cheng praised the table in front of Song Moran with both hands, lowering her head and looking down at him.

A pair of apricot eyes became even brighter due to the filling of anger, which made people unable to help being fascinated.

After not getting any response for a long time, Lu Cheng was even more angry, "Did you hear what I said?"

"This is a reward for you," Song Moran said calmly, but he didn't have any intention of changing his mind.

A gleam of lightning flashed across the gloomy sky outside at the right time, as if the sky had been split open.

During the time when the thunder and lightning flashed away, anger and persistence collided in the two pairs of eyes, and there seemed to be sparks bursting in them.

"I said, I don't want it! Don't you understand?" Lu Cheng's voice lowered.

Both of them stuck to their own ideas, and the office gradually became silent.

There was loud thunder outside, and the sound of raindrops hitting the building could be heard after a while.

Under such circumstances, Lu Cheng was a little distracted, and she couldn't help frowning, as if she had imagined that she had become a drowned chicken before she got home.

Song Moran noticed her fleeting eyes and movements, stood up and said, "Go home, I'll see you off."

Surprised by his sudden change of subject, Lu Cheng said subconsciously, his tone softened, "Huh? But weren't we discussing other things before?"

Song Moran didn't speak or look at her, but just sorted out the documents that he needed to deal with today.

Lu Cheng stood aside, staring at him blankly, a little confused.

"Let's go," Song Moran said suddenly after a while.

Lu Cheng followed behind him without even thinking about it, with a well-behaved appearance that could not be seen at all, and the two of them had been arguing before.

Song Moran was very satisfied with Lucheng's current state, and the corners of his mouth curled up invisibly.

After Lu Cheng turned and left, Assistant Song was surrounded by those people. After finally running out, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw two people walking towards him.

"President, who is this?" He stood up straight and looked at Song Moran with a strange expression.

"I'm off work. If there's nothing important, report it to me tomorrow," Song Moran said a few words before bypassing him. Lu Cheng followed behind, like a loyal little tail.

Assistant Song turned around almost mechanically, watching the backs of the front and back for a long time before accepting the reality.

In the past, their president had to consciously work overtime every day until the end, and he blatantly left early in just a few days. What's more, Lu Cheng saw him leaving angrily before, and he thought the two of them would quarrel, but why did they leave together now? Woolen cloth.

Looking at the two backs that were once joined together because of the angle, Assistant Song was still a little puzzled.