Shining Stars: First Producer

"Master, these are your clothes." Uncle He came quickly, and looked at Lu Cheng kindly, just like an elder looking at his junior.

Lu Cheng was a little confused by this gaze, so she subconsciously stood up beside her, like a newcomer welcoming an inspection.

Seeing the performance of the old and the young, a smile flashed across Song Moran's eyes, but what he really said was something else.

"Uncle He," Song Moran reminded, but there was a little bit of intimacy in his tone.

Under his voice, Uncle He turned to look at him with a smile, "I suddenly remembered that I have something to do next, so I won't wait for you here."

This excuse was not distracting at all. Looking at the serious Uncle He, Song Moran felt a little helpless, but Lu Cheng completely trusted him.

"Is it something very important?" Lu Cheng asked sincerely, "If it's not important, I can help you go down and have a look. You should rest here for a while."

After listening to what she said, Uncle He seemed to be smiling even on the creases on his face.

His eyes flicked across Song Moran's body quickly, he waved his hands quickly, and the movement of turning around and going out was very vigorous.It doesn't look like an elderly person at all.

"How can such a trivial matter bother you," said Uncle He

Lu Cheng only heard him say a word quickly, and when she came to her senses, the voice of the words hadn't fallen, but there was only the closed door in front of her eyes.

After being silent for a while, she turned her head to look at Song Moran and said with emotion, "Uncle He is really in good shape."

There was no introduction, Lu Cheng subconsciously quoted Song Moran's title.

Looking at everything that happened in front of him, Song Moran was both helpless and a little funny, and softly echoed, "Uncle He is in good health."

Lu Cheng felt that she couldn't answer these words, so she smiled dryly, and urged Song Moran to wash and change clothes.

"Because it's still early, go and change your clothes, or you might get cold if you wait a little longer." Lu Cheng said.

Song Moran nodded obediently, turned around and walked towards the bathroom familiarly.

Seeing him slowly disappearing in front of her, Lu Cheng felt as if she had done a great thing, and felt a lot more relaxed.

It's just that she didn't catch her breath, and suddenly remembered that she didn't put new towels in the bathroom, so she stood up without thinking and hurriedly walked into the room.

She remembered that some time ago, when she was shopping in the supermarket, she gave a bath towel, which seemed to be thrown aside by herself.

"Fortunately, it's still there," Lu Cheng tightly squeezed the white bath towel in his hand, the flustered to palpitation feeling in his heart slowly subsided, and he sighed softly.

Before he had time to think about it, Lu Cheng prayed in his heart that his actions were still fast.

"Song Moran?" Lu Cheng knocked on the door and called softly.

"?" Song Moran pushed open the door, looked at her suspiciously, and did not speak.

"Ah!" Lu Cheng didn't expect Song Moran to come out with her upper body naked, she took two steps back full of shock, immediately lowered her head, and exclaimed in a low voice.

Seeing her performance, Song Moran seemed to be aware of his behavior, and silently retreated behind the door with a somewhat apologetic expression.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

"This is a new, unused bath towel!" Lu Cheng blushed with a pretty face, and stretched out her hands straight to Song Moran's, but still didn't dare to look in his direction.

"It's troublesome." Song Moran said.

"It's okay!" Feeling that the things in his hand were picked up by another person, Lu Cheng withdrew his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and said hastily.

She seemed to feel that the current atmosphere was very embarrassing. After she finished speaking, she quickly turned around and left. Halfway through, she heard the sound of the door being closed behind her, and couldn't help trembling in her heart.

Under the bright light, Lu Cheng was sitting alone on the sofa, her body sunken in the sofa, making her look even more petite.

"It was really rude just now!" Lu Cheng lowered her head, blaming herself in distress.

Even though she lowered her head soon, the memory of that moment still flashes before her eyes from time to time.

The not-so-exaggerated muscles cover the body thinly, and it doesn't look as ferocious as a fitness trainer. Instead, it looks more restrained and beautiful. The abdominal muscles are neatly arranged, silently expressing its explosive power.

"Ahhh!" The girl covered her face and lay down on the sofa, rolling from side to side shyly.

"Don't think about it anymore! Lu Cheng!" After a while, Lu Cheng said to himself, with a strong tone and some shyness that could not be concealed.

At the same time, in the car parked downstairs, Uncle He, who had gone down before, was on the phone with Song Moran's mother with a smile on his face.
"Ma'am, the young master may have to go back later today." Uncle He said.

"He's working overtime in the company again?" Mother Song's tone was a little uncomfortable, and then she couldn't help telling, "Old He, watch him and make him remember to eat on time."

"Ma'am, you guessed wrong today, the young master is not in the company now," Uncle He said with a smile.

"Where is he now?" Mother Song's tone was a little suspicious, she had a vague thought in her heart, but she didn't dare to confirm it.

"Master is at a girl's house now," Uncle He smiled.

"What?" Song's mother was too surprised by this news. She couldn't control her tone and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"I'm waiting downstairs now," Uncle He's expression didn't change for a moment, and he could see the lights of Lu Cheng's house through the car window.

"Okay, okay!" Mother Song said hurriedly, not knowing how to express her current mood.

I don't know why Song Moran's temperament is getting colder and colder as he grows older. He seems to be almost 30 years old, but he still doesn't seem to be tempted by beauty. She doesn't know how many times he has said this matter, but he has always gone his own way.

After a long time, she was about to give up. She only thought that it would be nice to hold her grandson before she died. Who knew that Uncle He suddenly brought such good news to herself today.

"It's fine for you to wait below," Song's mother said in a confused manner, obviously because she was too excited, "When he comes down, you remind him to go back to the old house."

"Okay, ma'am," Uncle He answered softly, understanding Song's mother's mood very well.

Song Moran didn't know about the conversation and decision between the two of them, and now he was looking at the big words on the bath towel that were obviously propaganda.

He can guarantee that this kind of thing has never appeared in his previous life, and he never thought that there will be such a gift in the supermarket.

"Gifts from the ×× supermarket," Song Moran said word by word, but what he thought was that Lucheng's economic level has fallen to this level?