Shining Stars: First Producer

On the other side, Lu Cheng rushed back to her room in a hurry, but lost all her strength the moment she closed the door.

Leaning weakly on the door, feeling the hard feeling coming from behind, his legs couldn't help but become weak, and finally slid slowly on the carpet.

As long as she thinks of what she did impulsively just now, Lu Cheng can't help but blush and her heart beats like a drum.

"Don't think about it anymore," Lu Cheng warned herself, putting the back of her hand on her cheek to cool herself down, but in the end it was useless.

I don't know how long he sat on the ground, Lu Cheng stood up with his still limp legs, and slowly moved to the bed to lie down.

No matter what, he couldn't completely wipe out the previous scene in his mind, so Lu Cheng simply closed his eyes and let himself fall into Duke Zhou's arms.

Without anyone knowing, the relationship between the two people has thus changed.

In the afternoon, Assistant Song came to Song Moran's room with the things he found all morning, sensitively aware that he seemed to be in a good mood all the time.

Raising his eyebrows, Assistant Song's face remained calm, but his heart was constantly thinking, but before he could think of something in his mind, Song Moran spoke first.

He took out a folder from the drawer and handed it to Assistant Song, and said, "Take a look at this file."

Assistant Song quickly took it over, immediately put those messy thoughts in the back of his head, and only thought about work.

From the ten lines at a glance at the beginning, to the fact that almost every word has to be broken to read, Assistant Song's expression gradually became excited.

After a while he closed the document and asked excitedly, "President, may I know who made this document?"

"Do you think it's feasible?" Song Moran asked, looking at Assistant Song with a blank expression.

"Of course!" Assistant Song nodded without thinking, and said with certainty, eyes still on Song Moran's face, anxiously waiting for his answer.

"Then follow this," Song Moran ordered softly. He originally planned to end it like this, but Assistant Song's eyes kept falling on him.

He frowned and said, "Me."

The simple and clear words made Assistant Song a little overwhelmed, and nodded in a daze, "So the president did it himself."

But before he finished speaking, he came to his senses all of a sudden, looked at Assistant Song with wide eyes in disbelief, and swallowed back what he was about to blurt out.

Because the ideas in the document were completely different from Song Moran's usual way of thinking, Assistant Song never thought that this was actually written by Song Moran.

Now that I know it, apart from being surprised, I am happy. After all, everyone wants their leaders to be more capable, which means that they will have the opportunity to go higher.

Seeing that Assistant Song was obviously distracted, Song Moran frowned and said, "Have you checked the information?"

Assistant Song woke up from his own memories, and when he raised his eyes to meet Song Muran's dissatisfied gaze, he quickly calmed down, stepped forward, and handed over the things he had been holding in his hand.

Song Moran took it and flipped through it casually, before asking, "When is Su Xiaoyue coming?"

Such a question made Assistant Song stare blankly, hesitated for a moment and said, "I forgot about this."

He could clearly feel that Song Moran's eyes were dissatisfied across his body, but what he said in the end made people feel a little unresponsive.

"You report it to the personnel yourself, and this month's bonus will be deducted," Song Moran said.

Assistant Song suppressed the disbelief in his heart and nodded quickly, but he couldn't help but think of the smile on Song Moran's mouth that he saw when he came in.

I don't know who can make the president so happy, Assistant Song thought in his heart, and unexpectedly, the figure of Lu Cheng appeared in his mind involuntarily.

He joined the Song Corporation as soon as he graduated, and by chance, he was selected by Song Moran's side to become an assistant, and he grew up with the Song Moran who was still a little green at the beginning.

Up to now, for so many years, only Lucheng can make Song Moran feel some fluctuations in his heart.

Thinking of this, Assistant Song felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, thinking that their president was a good-looking talent, but until now there was a Lucheng that could cause his mood to change.

However, Assistant Song later thought of the women who had always been around Song Moran, those women who went on for fame and fortune, and those sorrows would soon be wiped out.

"Most of the things here are useless, but you can take a look," Song Moran said as he put the things on the table in front of him.

Assistant Song nodded solemnly, as if the person who was distracted before was not himself at all.

Just when Assistant Song was about to leave, the door was suddenly pushed open. He turned around vigilantly, and saw Lu Cheng who was pushing the door and entering.

Turning around reflexively, Assistant Song really saw Song Moran's eyes softened all of a sudden, stood up silently and walked to the side.

For some reason, he couldn't help but think of the strange atmosphere between Song Moran and Lu Cheng. Compared to now, he felt that he seemed to understand something.

Sighing inwardly, Assistant Song took the initiative to say, "President, I'll go and arrange other things first."

Song Moran didn't even look at him, and nodded casually, but Lu Cheng felt a little embarrassed, and said softly, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Assistant Song shook his head quickly, and said solemnly, "You came just in time without me."

Lu Cheng smiled and nodded, her cheeks were slightly red, and Assistant Song could see that her face was much more refined than before.

After stepping out of the room, and breathing in the fresh air outside, Assistant Song heaved a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and went to do other things in a serious manner.

The phone call that should be made to Su Xiaoyue before has not been dialed, and the conditions that should have been drafted are still scattered...

Thinking about what he needed to do, Assistant Song suddenly became more energetic, and walked outside with his head held high.

The two adjacent elevators arrived one after the other, Bai Xiaofei narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the familiar figure in front of him.

If it was someone else, he might not be able to remember where he saw the familiar shadow for a while, but Bai Xiaofei is a photographer.

His daily job is to deal with photos, and he even needs to be able to tell the difference between two similar photos.