Shining Stars: First Producer

When Mr. Lin said this, he looked at Song Moran intentionally or unintentionally, and at the same time, he was expecting Song Moran's possible reaction in his heart.

Assistant Song, who was ignored by most people, watched all this quietly, his eyes flickered slightly, and no one answered for a while.

Lin Tong's complacent look could no longer be maintained, his lips became a little pale, and his eyes were a little unwilling.

Such an atmosphere made everyone feel uncomfortable. Assistant Song frowned and took a step forward, but he didn't know whether he was deliberately or unintentionally standing between Lu Cheng and Lin Tong, separating the two women vaguely. Joe stared at each other as if on fire.

"Miss Lin is so strict with herself, she must have done something in the company," Assistant Song said with a chuckle, breaking the stagnant air in the office calmly.

I don't know who secretly let out a sigh of relief. The sound was amplified infinitely in the open environment and fell in everyone's ears.

Mr. Lin has completely given up on Song Moran now, and he doesn't think about any beauty tricks anymore. After Assistant Song said a few more words, he calmly changed the topic to other places.

But it's just what he thinks he's keeping calm.

But Mr. Lin casually threw this matter behind his back, and Lin Tong, who had been hinted at by him intentionally or unintentionally, couldn't hold back his breath.

Especially when Assistant Song swayed slightly and leaked the Lucheng behind him, he panicked with envy and jealousy.

But the others didn't care about her thoughts at all, and they had a pleasant conversation about work on their own.

"I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate with Boss Lin next time," Song Moran stretched out his hand lightly, and said in his mouth, the blue cufflinks flickered under the light.

After all, Mr. Lin is getting old. Although he has been focusing on maintenance, the skin on his body is still unavoidable, especially on his hands.

The two palms were clasped together, and they looked at each other with a smile. The contract that had produced legal benefits was quietly placed on the desk, waiting for two fingers to pick it up lightly.

"Happy cooperation, happy cooperation," Mr. Lin also smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up, showing deep lines.

Song Moran was still expressionless, but the pupils that became light because of the joy in his heart showed his good mood.

Surrounded by Mr. Lin and others, he came out, and next to him was Lu Cheng who had been forcing himself not to change his expression.
"It's over," Lu Cheng sighed softly after taking a deep breath while sitting in the car with the document in his bag.

Song Moran nodded, his hands seem to be unconsciously resting on Lu Cheng's fingers, the generous and warm palm can transmit a steady stream of heat, and finally slowly transfer to Lu Cheng's cheeks.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Cheng pulled out her hand and put it in her arms, and cast a sideways glance at Song Moran with watery almond eyes.

But not to mention that there is no anger in her eyes at all, just looking at her light eyes can't make other people feel awe.

Song Moran pursed his lips, dissatisfied with the sudden loss of warmth under his hands.

"Let's go back to the hotel to clean up, and then head to the airport," Song Moran said expressionlessly, his eyes were always on his empty fingers.

I couldn't help rubbing my two fingers together, feeling the warm and jade-like touch that just passed away in my heart.

Lu Cheng just turned around and saw Song Moran's slightly moving fingers, and couldn't help but glared at him viciously.

"Understood," Lu Cheng said, with a slight annoyance in his tone.

Although the movement of the two people behind was not very loud, in such a quiet enclosed space, all tiny voices were amplified at once.

Assistant Song stared blankly at the scene of the passing cars passing by, without any fluctuations in his heart.

Earlier, Assistant Song would express objection to the relationship between the two, but after such a long period of time, especially the sudden change in the atmosphere between the two of them in the past two days, he realized that his objection was useless. Slowly let it go.

As long as their president doesn't become the stupid king who laughed at the Bomei people and played with the princes in ancient times, everything will be fine, Assistant Song thought in his heart with a blank face.

For all people, time is a very scarce thing, especially when people start to decide to do something.

Song Moran and his party kept running around in different places, and at the same time, Tang Chen was also constantly carrying out his own plans.

"Go get someone to help Tang Chen," Lin Lance said softly in a dimly lit room with his face sunk in the hazy darkness.

The person standing in front of him was blond and blue-eyed, with a high nose bridge, pale skin and an expressionless face, which looked a bit scary.

Nodding slightly, the man lowered his head and seriously waited for Lin Lance's next plan.

"Don't let him be discovered right now," Lin Lansi continued to warn, his eyes were a little blank looking at the front.

He frowned and thought for a long time, but there was really nothing to tell him, so he waved his hand to signal the person in front of him to leave.

Soon, he was the only one left in the room. Lin Lansi could not see the corner of his mouth. You ticked back and said with emotion, "Tang Chen, I hope you won't let me down."

Although the power under Lin Lansi's hands is not as powerful as Song Moran's, he is very good at this kind of behavior of making small moves in secret.

I hope that with the help of someone behind the scenes, Tang Chen can completely trample Song Moran into the ground.

Lin Lance's dislike for Song Moran is sincere. If other people who don't know about it see it, they will definitely feel that Lin Lance and Song Moran have a great hatred.

But in fact, it was only because Song Moran saved Lu Cheng from Lin Lance's grasp in time, and even Song Moran might have completely forgotten about Lin Lance, who was insignificant in his heart.

Time passed by little by little, and the cycle of day and night seemed to be just an instant.

In comparison, Assistant Song had a lot more documents in his bag, and the black and white letters seemed to have a slight ink smell.

"After you go back, go back and have a rest," Song Moran said softly, looking at the people beside him.

"Okay," Lu Cheng nodded, looking a little sleepy.

Watching her eyes slowly close and her long eyelashes trembling slightly, Song Moran calmed down and looked at her seriously.

Eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, everything is attracting his attention, making him unable to turn his eyes away.

Assistant Song sat alone in the back row with his eyes closed and meditated, taking an indifferent attitude towards everything in front of him.