Shining Stars: First Producer

Song Moran's words were relaxed and freehand, but Lu Cheng didn't react.

"What, what?" Lu Cheng watched him speak in a daze, his eyes were a little dull, and the fingers that were subconsciously grabbing the skirt hadn't let go yet.

Before Song Moran opened his mouth, Assistant Song continued, with a very disapproving tone, "The car is still down there..."

But before he finished speaking, he silently closed his mouth under Song Moran's gaze.

"It's okay," Song Moran said, although his tone was calm, but his tone did not allow any refutation.

The people waiting for them below didn't know what they were thinking at all. Unlike the initial attention, the man didn't come at all the next day, but instead randomly assigned someone to come over.

This person is just a small person in the company. Don't talk about other things, just talk about Song Moran, he didn't know it at all before.

"Go to the nearest fashion street first," Song Moran ordered after getting in the car.

But what he didn't expect was that what he heard was not an agreement, but a refutation.

"Boss Lin is waiting for you at the venue," he said.

This was a response that Song Moran had never thought of. He froze for a moment, and when he came to his senses, his eyes were dark with anger.

"How do you talk?" Lu Cheng tugged on Song Moran's clothes and said angrily.

Being guarded behind him, Song Moran's originally vigorous anger came to an abrupt end, as if someone had put a resting talisman on it.

The man rolled his eyes politely and didn't speak.

Inside the originally small car, the atmosphere between the front and rear suddenly became tense, like the eve of an imminent war.

At this moment, Assistant Song's voice suddenly rang out, causing everyone's eyes to be drawn involuntarily.

"Boss Lin," Assistant Song said coldly, "Your sincerity in cooperation is really unbelievable."

The middle-aged elegant man, that is, Mr. Song as they called him, was taken aback for a moment, feeling a bad premonition in his heart, but on the surface he could barely tense up.

"What does Assistant Song mean?" Mr. Song said softly, with a little doubt in his tone.

Not surprisingly, Assistant Song was deceived by his doubts, and subconsciously ruled out the possibility that this person was sent by him on purpose to disgust them.

"The driver you sent here has a very personality. I thought you did it on purpose," Assistant Song said, and glanced casually at the person sitting in front of him.

Mr. Lin's heart skipped a beat, he already had an idea in his mind, but he said with an apologetic smile on his face, "Where is it, I'll go there with someone else."

For some unknown reason, Assistant Song chose to make the phone call public this time, and Boss Lin's voice immediately rang out in the small carriage.

Assistant Song didn't look at the pale face of the person in front, but looked at Song Moran suspiciously.

Frowning, Song Moran shook his head lightly. He didn't want to guess what the person opposite was thinking, but he also didn't want to accept their apology that might not be sincere.

Assistant Song nodded slightly, and said in a cold voice, "There is no need to trouble you, we can go there by ourselves."

Mr. Lin didn't expect that he would get such a reply. His elegant expression faded, and he asked, "What's the matter? Does Assistant Song think we're not sincere enough?"

Knowing what they misunderstood, Assistant Song pursed his lips without explaining, and then hung up the phone directly under Song Moran's signal.

He also forgot that although the business trip this time was called cooperation, it was what they wanted.

An unequal cooperation would not be treated equally, Assistant Song thought in his heart, and there was no guilt at all for hanging up other people's calls.

Disdainfully glanced at the person who was huddled in front of him with a frightened expression and hatred, Assistant Song got out of the car behind Song Moran and Lu Cheng.

After walking two steps, Song Moran couldn't ignore Lu Cheng's eyes looking at him from the side, and stopped slowly.

"What are you looking at?" Song Moran asked abruptly, seeing Lu Cheng taking two steps back as if frightened, staggering and about to fall backwards.

Before he had time to think about it, he quickly stepped forward, and at the same time stretched out his arms, pulling Lu Cheng into his arms.

"Are you alright?" Song Moran asked quickly after regaining consciousness, his tone was full of worry.

Lu Cheng's eyes were a little erratic, and soon he struggled to stand up from Song Moran's arms.

First, he glanced at Assistant Song in embarrassment, and found that he was walking slowly not far behind, as if he didn't notice what happened in front of him, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When Lu Cheng raised her head, she saw Song Moran looking at her intently, full of worry. She pursed her lips and shook her head gently, "No."

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, Song Moran's expression remained unchanged.

"Be careful next time," Song Moran warned softly, but his tone was stiff. If Lu Cheng didn't know his character well, he might have misunderstood him.

"Well," Lu Cheng nodded lightly. She seemed to hear Assistant Song's footsteps getting closer and closer to her. She paused and changed the subject, "How do we go now?"

When Lu Cheng spoke, she was really worried. At this time, she still didn't understand what it meant that the cars and properties under the president's name were spread all over every important province and city in China.

"Don't worry," Song Moran said softly, turning his gaze to Assistant Song who was still breathing deeply.

"I've ordered them to go down, and someone will come soon," Assistant Song said softly, without looking at them all the time.

Nodding in half-belief, Lu Cheng obediently stood aside and waited quietly, seemingly never doubting what Assistant Song said.

Seeing her like this, Song Moran felt soft in his heart, as if he was being gently squeezed, with some swelling pain.

Assistant Song was right, a car stopped next to them soon, the driver came down and talked to Assistant Song earnestly, but looked at Song Moran from time to time.

Randomly entered a dress shop, Lu Cheng saw a skirt hanging beside it at a glance.

What's even more coincidental is that this dress is almost the same as the one that Bai Xiaofei transformed for her before.

"I like this," Lu Cheng said softly, Song Moran staring eagerly.

"No." It's not clear what Lu Cheng was thinking, Song Moran just took a look and couldn't help remembering the way she stood next to Bai Xiaofei that day, her tone couldn't help but become stiff, it seemed that there was no room for easing you .