Shining Stars: First Producer

Faced with Song Moran's solemn promise, the painter's expression remained unchanged, and he had no idea what this promise represented.

"Okay, thanks," the artist responded casually, and quickly forgot the promise as he had done so many times before.

It could be seen that the painter didn't take it seriously, and Song Moran didn't emphasize anything too much. He just said that such a promise was just because he felt that what he paid was not equal to what he got from the painter.

But Song Moran is still a businessman at heart, and when the painter doesn't take his compensation seriously, he won't say much.

Because he kept the promised photo in mind, the artist didn't say anything more, and turned around and left quickly.

When his hurried back disappeared into the crowd, Song Moran shook the extra painting in his hand, and turned to look in Lu Cheng's direction.

The original purpose of this trip was to let Lu Cheng relax, but now not only did he not do it this time, but it also had the opposite effect.

"Do you want to see it?" Song Moran asked, his voice was slightly inaudible and gentle.

But this gentleness was too light, so that Lu Cheng didn't feel it at all, still turned his back to Song Moran, Lu Cheng bit his lip, and said in a firm tone, "Don't look at it."

With a merciless tone as if he was still calculating, Song Moran's expression changed, and the domineering elements who accounted for the majority of his personality took the upper hand. He took a deep look at Lu Cheng, then turned and left without saying a word.

Song Moran's strides are very long, and one stride of his long legs is the length of Lu Cheng's two steps. It is precisely because of this that when Lu Cheng turned his head in a daze, he had already walked a certain distance to the side.

Although Song Moran wanted to just leave like this, but thinking of Lu Cheng behind him, he still felt a little cold.

Taking out the phone, he tapped his fingers on the keyboard quickly, and soon a message from Song Moran was sent to many people's phones.

"Protect Lucheng until she returns to the hotel."

This short sentence made the person who received the news widen their eyes, with an expression of disbelief.

Since when did Song Moran have someone who needs to be protected?

With such thoughts in mind, those people rushed to Song Moran's location quickly, full of curiosity about Lu Chenghuai.

She didn't know anything about the Lucheng where Song Moran was, she could only see the back of the person in front without hesitation.

Her lips turned white from being bitten, Lu Cheng stood on the spot and looked at Song Moran in disbelief, the low self-esteem in the relationship between the two of them rose again like a raging fire.

As if he didn't feel the scorching gaze of Lu Cheng behind him, Song Moran still walked forward step by step, and soon got mixed up with people coming and going.

At the same time, Tang Chen in China is making the final plot with Su Xiaoyue with a smile on his face, waiting to give Song Moran and his company the final blow.

"Are you ready for everything?" Su Xiaoyue looked at the person in front of her and asked.

Probably soon after seeing Song Moran slipping from the aloof CEO to the dust, Tang Chen's eyes became less calculating, and the smile on his face became much more sincere.

"Of course," Tang Chen said with a smile, raising the corners of his lips, "Now we just need to wait for the most suitable time to give him a heavy blow."

Hearing these words, Su Xiaoyue seemed to finally let go of her heart, and the worry in her eyes was wiped away one by one.

Her flamboyant temperament was even stronger, she parted her red lips slightly, and said, "I have already rejected Assistant Song's request to let me go."

Tang Chen didn't know about what Su Xiaoyue said before, his eyes flickered slightly, and after a while he smiled a little meanly and said, "You did a good job."

As if he could see Assistant Song's expression of disbelief, Tang Chen smiled even more freely.

Tang Chen has always been very dissatisfied with Assistant Song. In his opinion, Assistant Song is not even as outstanding as himself, but just because of Song Moran's praise, he can always be on top of him!

For so many years, Tang Chen had accumulated a lot of resentment in his heart, and now all his brains were churning and roaring.

"When Song Moran comes back from abroad, it's time for us to establish ourselves," Tang Chen recovered from his jealousy and said with a smile.

The elegant temperament on his body has long since disappeared without a trace, and the exaggerated smile on his face made him look a bit ferocious.

Su Xiaoyue didn't change her face, as if she didn't see the expression of the person in front of her at all.

Not knowing what he had to face after returning to China, Song Moran stayed where he was expressionlessly, waiting for Lu Cheng to catch up, but walked forward without looking back until Lu Cheng really rushed to his side.

Lu Cheng just followed behind Song Moran expressionlessly, looking straight at his back with a blank expression.

She didn't know why things turned out like this. It was clear that not long ago, the atmosphere between the two of them was extremely harmonious.

The two returned to the hotel one after the other with their own thoughts, and went into their respective rooms.

Assistant Song was busy outside without touching the ground, and the first thing he did after he came back was to report Song Moran's progress.

"President," Assistant Song said with a smile, with a somewhat smug expression, "The president of Family A is very optimistic about our cooperation."

"Well," Song Moran nodded, making no secret of his praise for Assistant Song.

Bathed in such gazes, Assistant Song seemed to regain all his energy in an instant.

He turned his eyes and saw the sketch that was randomly placed on the desktop by Difficult to Chase, his eyes flickered, and he asked, "When does the president want to announce Lu Cheng's identity in the company?"

"This is not something you should ask," Song Muran said in a deep voice, with a hint of obscurity flashing in his eyes, and he looked at Assistant Song coldly.

After saying the words, he knew that he had exceeded the rules. Assistant Song bowed his head with shame, and said, "Understood, President, I will draft the contract needed tomorrow."

After Assistant Song finished speaking, he turned and left, and Song Moran was the only one left in the empty room.

In the quiet and lonely time, people can't help but think about many things, many people.

Even though Song Moran was the president, there were many people who threw himself into his arms from the beginning to the end, but Lu Cheng was the only person he chose, and this person had always made him unable to see clearly.

Eyes narrowed slightly, Song Moran lightly tapped Lu Cheng's smiling face on the paper with his fingers.

After a while, a voice suddenly remembered in the quiet room, as if sighing, "What should I do with you.