Shining Stars: First Producer

He will not lose his courage because he is too worried about gains and losses. This is the happiest thing Song Moran has seen.

"President," Assistant Song hurried over, holding a stack of printed materials in his hand, and pushed the door open.

"Huh?" The president looked up, a little puzzled in his tone.

"I've talked with the A family for a long time, and this is the part they don't want to back down," Assistant Song said, with a bad expression on his face.

This time, he tried his best to show his ability in front of Song Moran, but in the end he suffered a tragic defeat in Waterloo. This result made Assistant Song somewhat unacceptable.

Without looking at his expression, Song Moran raised his eyebrows and picked up the documents he had casually placed in front of him to look through, his brows slowly frowning.

"Click," was the sound of a thick stack of paper being thrown on the table casually.

"Have you found the information about the president of Family A?" Song Moran asked.

Assistant Song shook his head gently, his eyes fixed on the black and white words on the paper, and he lowered his head tightly.

"Then continue," Song Moran said, looked at the scattered papers that he had put down casually, and then said, "Order the people in the country to let Su Xiaoyue come here for a while."

Assistant Song froze for a moment, then nodded in response, but his expression was a bit complicated.

He quickly opened the door and went out, only Song Moran was left in the room, frowning and thinking about something.

Time seems to be able to smooth everything out, no matter how much the shock was, after a few days of fine polishing, the huge rock-like dissatisfaction is only left with tiny sand-like barriers.

What's more, being in a strange foreign country, Lu Cheng couldn't help but become dependent on Song Moran.

Lu Cheng pushed the door quietly and entered, but the imagined scene did not appear, and Song Moran sat there, not even looking away.

Frowning uncontrollably, Lu Cheng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant, with a feeling of suffocation that could not be breathed.

Taking a deep and hard breath, Lu Cheng asked, "What are you thinking?"

A soft voice suddenly sounded in the room, waking Song Moran out of his thoughts.

Blinking his eyes rarely and slowly, Song Moran looked up, and the first thing he saw was Lu Cheng's unattractive expression.

Frowning, Song Moran stood up and walked over slowly, taking a seat next to Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng's gaze followed Song Moran all the time, feeling the woody fragrance that belonged exclusively to the man next to her, she couldn't help but blushed.

Putting her fingers together as a fan to fan her cheeks, Lu Cheng said angrily, "Why are you sitting next to me!"

As she spoke, she was about to get up and walk to the side, but before she could take two steps, the person behind her firmly grasped her wrist, unable to move.

All movements were suspended, Lu Cheng felt the warm area on his wrist, pursing the corners of his mouth a little at a loss.

Song Moran didn't seem to feel the stiff muscles under his fingers, when he exerted a sudden force on his hand, Lu Cheng involuntarily staggered backwards and fell down, being caught in his arms.

Holding Lu Cheng's slender waist tightly with his arms, Song Moran put his chin in Lu Cheng's neck, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Let me hug you," Song Moran said lightly.

Whether it was the first breath or the hot air from the opening and closing of the mouth when speaking, it all hit the skin of Lucheng's neck, and the wet water vapor made her shiver uncontrollably.

The movement that was about to rush was suspended because of Song Moran's words. Lu Cheng sat stiffly on the spot for a long time and struggled for a long time before sitting there a little aggrieved, and only moved a little restlessly.

After such a slight movement, Lu Cheng sensitively felt that Song Moran's body behind him seemed to be slowly stiffening, and he was puzzled.

"You..." Lu Cheng asked, but before she could say anything, she was surprised by Song Moran's next action, and forgot what she wanted to say next.

The tip of Song Moran's tongue rested on the palate, and it took a while before he uttered a tsk sound. He hugged Lu Cheng's arm and exerted strength, trying to embed the person in his arms into his body.

Stressed on the waist and abdomen, Lu Cheng moved uncomfortably, and said dissatisfiedly, "Relax, I don't feel well!"

Hearing Lu Cheng's complaining words, Song Moran loosened his arms all of a sudden, but he didn't want to let go just like that, just lazily resting on her arms.

Lu Cheng was very dissatisfied with this reaction, and said with a cold snort, "Aren't you going to let me go?"

"Let me hug you for a while," Song Moran said in a hoarse voice, the tip of his nose brushed against the skin of Lu Cheng's neck.

The slightly cool touch caused a series of shudders on the skin.

Lu Cheng trembled for a while, didn't listen to Song Moran's words, struggled to stand up, and at the same time said angrily, "Quickly let go."

Song Moran didn't respond as if he didn't hear anything, but his constantly tightening hands revealed his heart.

There are some natural physical differences between men and women. Even if Lu Cheng exhausted her whole body strength, she would not be able to stand up when Song Moran was unwilling to let go, let alone other things.

After struggling for a while, Lu Cheng let out a tired breath, calmed down, and just when Song Moran thought she had settled down, she suddenly said, "Song Moran, what do you think of me?"

Because of the location, and Lu Cheng lowered her head down again, all Song Moran could see was a black hair, but she couldn't see clearly what was on her face.

After a pause, Song Moran relaxed his arms a little, straightened up and said, "Why do you suddenly ask like this?"

In Song Moran's heart, everything is a matter of course, whether it is from the ambiguous relationship at the beginning to the current relationship, but his reaction made Lu Cheng completely misunderstand something.

Lu Cheng felt like she was a joke now, her bright red heart seemed to have fallen heavily into the bottom of the Arctic glacier.

Probably when all the emotional fluctuations reach their peak, they will slowly calm down again.

"I understand," Lu Cheng said, with a tone that made herself unexpectedly calm. She clearly knew that the anger and sadness in her heart were about to burst, but all the impressions she left on people were all flat.

"What?" Lu Cheng said without beginning or end, and Song Moran asked in confusion, with a rare blank expression.

Lu Cheng has already decided in her heart that Song Moran only treats herself as a plaything, and the previous feelings turned into disgust almost instantly, so naturally she will not explain anything to him.