Shining Stars: First Producer

Song Moran hesitated for a while, nodded slightly, and said, "Then refrigerate."

Assistant Song couldn't help taking a deep breath when she saw his disapproving look. Although Su Xiaoyue's reputation had declined a bit during this period, she was still a legitimate sister in the company, so she just blocked her casually...

In an instant, Assistant Song had already thought a lot in his mind, hesitated for a while, and said, "President, Su Xiaoyue's identity is not suitable for this."

Hearing this, Song Moran looked up at Assistant Song expressionlessly. There was no warmth in his eyes. Thinking of the wind blowing over the North Pole, it made people feel chills from the bottom of their hearts.

He was looking at himself, Assistant Song's thoughts clearly emerged in his mind, and he didn't dare to move.

"Assistant Song", Song Moran shouted, his voice deliberately deepened the word assistant, making Assistant Song's face gradually turn pale.

"I was wrong," Assistant Song spoke first when Song Moran didn't speak out completely, his voice was a little hurried, as if he was chasing something in a hurry.

Song Moran looked at him expressionlessly, and gently and slowly tapped the wooden table with his fingers, making a dull sound.

Assistant Song gritted his teeth, cheered himself up quickly in his heart, and said at the same time, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't question your decision."

Song Moran seemed to snort, disapproving of Assistant Song's words.

"I've given you a lot of opportunities during this time," Song Moran said slowly, as if he didn't see the slowly changing expression of Assistant Song, "but you've always been like this until now."

The more Song Moran talked, the more depressed Assistant Song felt. With his head lowered, Assistant Song closed his eyes tightly.

"What I need is an obedient assistant, not someone who disobeys me in everything, do you understand?" Song Moran finished speaking expressionlessly, and even the tone of the last question did not change, which made people listen I feel scared.

"I..." Assistant Song was calculating quickly in his mind, but Song Moran mercilessly interrupted what he wanted to say.

"I think you should calm down," Song Moran didn't say anything after finishing speaking. The office fell silent for a while, and Assistant Song's heavy breathing became clearer in his ears.

Under Song Moran's indifferent profile, Assistant Song felt that he was exhausted, and even his mind was blank, and he couldn't think of anything else.

Dragging his heavy legs, Assistant Song slowly returned to his studio step by step, turning a blind eye to the probing eyes of others.

After Assistant Song left, there seemed to be a sigh in Song Moran's mouth, but when he looked closely, he still had the same expressionless expression just now, which made people wonder whether it was a real person or a jade carving.

After a while, Song Moran dialed the internal number in the company, randomly called a person's name, and asked him to tell Tang Chen about it.

The man was ecstatic when he received Song Moran's call, and then he got more and more information, and the expression on his face became more and more complicated.

He didn't dare to question Song Moran, and the news was too shocking. With a mournful face, that person walked towards Tang Chen's office almost every step of the way.

"What are you doing here?" A familiar person in the corridor asked, looking at him with a playful look.

"Send the message," the man said in a deadpan voice, not in the mood to gossip.

Thinking of the situation he was about to face, he couldn't help but feel scared, and at the same time prayed that Su Xiaoyue would not be there.

Although the idea of ​​carefully concealing the thoughts of the person involved in this kind of message transmission makes the individual feel extremely uncomfortable, but such a result is more acceptable.

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and planned to leave, but was stopped by someone with his arm.

"Send the message? Then why do you look like you're about to cry," the man asked with a smile, seemingly out of shape.

Rolling his eyes, he didn't want to say anything, the assistant chose to go around the person blocking the way in front of him, and quickened his pace when someone didn't react.

Walking hurriedly to the door of Tang Chen's office, the assistant felt that his throat seemed a little tight, so he couldn't help reaching out and tugging at his tie.

With a dry cough, it seemed that he felt a lot more comfortable. The assistant reached out and knocked on the door. The slow knock sounded a little unconsciously timid.

Inside, separated by a door, Tang Chen was talking about other things with Su Xiaoyue, when the sudden knock on the door made both of them vigilant.

"Are you going to open the door?" Tang Chen asked, but he didn't seem to get up at all.

Su Xiaoyue nodded, her high-heeled shoes stepped on the floor regularly, and she arrived at the door in a short while.

Unexpectedly, the person who opened the door turned out to be the person he least expected. The assistant felt helpless and reluctantly maintained his serious appearance.

"Manager Tang," the assistant said, and couldn't help closing his eyes under Su Xiaoyue's curious gaze.

"What's the matter?" The assistant's reaction was so unusual that Tang Chen couldn't help being suspicious, and many thoughts crossed his mind in just a split second.

"The president said that Miss Su Xiaoyue is prohibited from doing all work during this period," the assistant cheered herself up, and said in a breath with her eyes closed.

Before Tang Chen could say anything, Su Xiaoyue, who was standing aside, said in an unbearable anger, "All work is prohibited?"

Su Xiaoyue always has amazing intuition and understanding when she is too concerned about her own future.

The assistant didn't know how to answer, and stood aside obediently, not daring to say anything.

Not getting the answer she wanted, Su Xiaoyue stomped her feet and was about to run in front of Song Moran angrily.

The assistant listened to the violent stomping sound next to him, lowered his eyebrows, and minimized his sense of existence.

Just when Su Xiaoyue was about to run out, Tang Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed her.

"Let me go!" Dazed by anger, Su Xiaoyue shouted angrily, trying to break free at the same time.

Although Tang Chen looked thin and weak, he had a lot of strength. His broad palm firmly held Su Xiaoyue's wrist, not being affected by her struggling strength.

Under such a delay, Su Xiaoyue gradually calmed down, and immediately felt the strength of her wrist being cut off.

Unable to take a deep breath, Su Xiaoyue followed the palm of her hand and slowly saw Tang Chen's tight jaw and clenched teeth.

She immediately became obedient, and silently endured the constant pain from her wrist.