Shining Stars: First Producer

When Song Moran gave such a straightforward answer, Lu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and the grievance in his heart was covered by doubts before he recovered.

"You don't like it?" Lu Cheng asked softly.

Shaking his head, Song Moran didn't say anything else, but turned around and pointed to a light blue skirt next to him and said, "Go and try that one."

Lu Cheng looked in the direction of his finger, with a hesitant expression.

The shopping guide who had been waiting by their side for a long time jumped in his heart, and said quickly, "This gentleman has a good eye, madam, you must look good in this pair..."

The shopping guide's language is attentive, it seems that one set of sweet words after another made Lu Cheng's cheeks blush, but even so she insisted on speaking.

"You misunderstood, we are just a simple superior-subordinate relationship," Lu Cheng explained, without looking in Song Moran's direction.

Of course, she didn't notice that when she explained, Song Moran's face suddenly became dark and the air pressure around him suddenly dropped.

The shopping guide shook his body calmly, and secretly looked away from Song Moran, but sneered at what Lu Cheng said.

She has worked in this store for a long time, not to mention anything else, but only said that she thinks her ability to know people is pretty good.

Just now, she clearly saw Song Moran looking at Lu Cheng's soft eyes, the love in them was as deep as the sea, and it was just an ordinary colleague relationship.

Cursing her lips, the shopping guide changed her words in good faith. Although she didn't believe in this relationship at all, Lu Cheng had already said so, so she could only believe it.

The smile on his face did not change, and the shopping guide continued, "Miss, would you like to go to the fitting room next to me and try it? This dress matches your makeup very well..."

I don't know if it's because someone next to me has been chattering non-stop, but when Lu Cheng looked at this dress again, he suddenly felt that it was not bad.

Quickly regaining consciousness, Lu Cheng's eyes blinked rapidly, feeling quite uneasy.

Time passed little by little, but the figure of Song Moran sitting next to him still kept the same appearance from the beginning.

The back is straight, which is far from the soft backrest behind it. Although the whole person has always been expressionless, it looks like a spotlight that gathers the eyes of all the people in the store.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the fitting room was gently pushed open, and a slender and curvaceous figure came out from inside.

Hearing the sound of breathing in from the surrounding people, Song Moran reflexively looked in the direction of the fitting room.

As he shifted his gaze, the first thing he saw was a pair of tiny feet with pink nails that seemed to be curled up with tension.

The next thing I saw was a slender ankle, with white porcelain-like skin attached to it, and the blue blood vessels were slightly obvious, making one couldn't help but worry that it would break if pinched.

What you can see further up is a pair of straight calves with well-proportioned muscles.

Then the layers of fabric hung down smoothly, covering her knees.

The hem of the skirt is designed to be short at the front and long at the back. The front is only knee length, but the long skirt is off the ground at the back.

Further up is the waist that is not full of grip, because it is gently swinging when walking, it looks like a willow branch that is constantly dancing with the wind.

I didn't notice it when I was hanging it before, but now after looking carefully, Song Moran realized that the waist of this dress is not just a simple drop of fabric, but has a lot of hollows, forming complicated lines.

The skin of deer orange porcelain white is faintly hugged, and it looks more delicate.

His gaze continued to move upwards, and when he saw Lu Cheng's neck, Song Moran stood up all of a sudden, and walked over without making a sound.

Lu Cheng is not used to this kind of clothes design, and the large cutout from the neck to the chest makes her feel even more embarrassed, with her fingers placed on her chest unnaturally, Lu Cheng struggles to walk step by step.

Just when Lu Cheng was hesitating whether to return to the fitting room, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, and then she could clearly smell the calm woody fragrance that belonged to Song Moran.

Looking up with her face flushed, Lu Cheng couldn't help but move her hands back on her chest, her eyes sparkling.

Before he had time to say anything, Song Moran took off his suit jacket expressionlessly, and wrapped the deer orange in it without saying a word, only showing his slender legs and flushed face.

In fact, if possible, Song Moran would like to wrap Lucheng in its entirety, not leaving any skin outside.

"This dress is not good," Song Moran looked at Lu Cheng and said softly, and easily defined this dress, as if the person who praised this dress before was not himself at all.

Lu Cheng looked at him blankly at first, but now she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Why is your voice hoarse?" Lu Cheng asked softly after struggling for a long time with emotions in his heart.

"It's nothing." Song Moran shook his head, his voice was hoarse than before, but he always acted as if he didn't care at all, instead he urged Lu Cheng to change the clothes.

Lu Cheng wasn't used to this kind of style in the first place, but now that she heard Song Moran's words, she naturally turned around and planned to retreat.

The shopping guide stopped her, and said with a smile on her face, "This dress is just right for you..."

Lu Cheng nodded in agreement, and then said softly under the half-closed eyes of Song Moran, who suddenly lit up the eyes of the shopping guide, "But I don't like this style."

The shopping guide became quiet with nothing to say, and Song Moran's gaze, which was still slowly turning cold, gradually softened.

Putting back on her own clothes, Lu Cheng felt much more at ease, and was a little embarrassed to hand the clothes back to the shopping guide.

But before she could speak, the shopping guide who had already recovered was the first to speak, "Would you like to take a look at the other dresses?"

Lu Cheng was embarrassed to refuse, and subconsciously looked at Song Moran, his moist eyes made him twitch his lips.

"This one?" He pointed to a lotus pink dress that he had brought over at some point, and asked softly.

Lu Cheng hesitated for a moment, turned around and saw the eager eyes of the shopping guide looking at her, the expression on her face froze for a moment, she hurriedly picked up the clothes and walked to the fitting room.

The hurried back seems to be avoiding something, quite a bit of the momentum of fleeing.

This kind of Lucheng made Song Moran's expression relax, and the shopping guide was holding the clothes from the beginning and was going to put them back where they belonged.

Song Moran's eyes couldn't help but fall down, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about a big event.

The shopping guide turned around and saw Song Moran's dark eyes. He raised his heart and quietly moved to the side.