Shining Stars: First Producer

Nodding expressionlessly, Assistant Song walked into the elevator first, and the man quickly followed.

After taking two steps, as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned around and blew a kiss to the girl at the front desk, and shouted loudly, "I have something to do, so I will go up first, I hope I can get your contact when I come back Way."

Seeing his movements, the girl at the front desk couldn't help but blushed, and said angrily, "Who wants to give you your contact information?"

Although he didn't turn his head to see what happened behind him, just listening to what the man said was enough for Assistant Song to feel uncomfortable.

After struggling to get on the elevator, Assistant Song finally couldn't help but said, "It turns out that Mr. is a romantic and passionate person."

His tone was half emotion and half ironic, but the man seemed to understand nothing, and said with a smile, "I'm just looking for inspiration."

Assistant Song couldn't help frowning at the man's words, but seeing his disapproving expression, he just curled his lips inwardly and said nothing more.

All in all, there are so many people in the world, who can control who, as long as the men don't provoke the little girls in their company, it's fine.

It was just a small meeting today, and Assistant Song knew that this person and himself were destined not to be friends, after all, the three outlooks and temperaments of the two were not suitable.

Assistant Song didn't speak, and the man didn't take the initiative to adjust the atmosphere, as if he only spoke witty words in front of women.

The two of them walked upstairs in silence all the way, and came to Song Moran's office.

"Who do you think will be looking for you?" Lu Cheng muttered to herself while lying on Song Moran's broad shoulders. Although it was a question, she didn't expect Song Moran's response.

"I don't even have a name, so I don't know someone I know," Lu Cheng analyzed sternly, with a serious face.

When Lu Cheng spoke, the breath brought warm water vapor to Song Moran's exposed neck, causing waves of trembling.

It was precisely because of this that Song Moran didn't listen carefully to what Lu Cheng said at all, and focused all his attention on that piece of skin.

In order to restrain his impulse, Song Moran tensed up all over, but Lu Cheng didn't seem to feel this at all, and still lay there talking to himself.

Just when Song Moran's concentration was about to collapse completely, there was a light and regular knock on the door outside.

Song Moran let out a long breath, and said nonchalantly, "Let them in."

When the knock on the door sounded, Lu Cheng stood up quickly like a kitten whose tail had been trampled on, and walked to the side.

Hearing this at this moment, he nodded and shouted loudly.

With the sound of pushing the door, Lu Cheng's eyes flashed past Assistant Song, and then fell on the tall figure following behind.

I don't know if it's his own illusion, but Lu Cheng always feels that the person behind has a subtle sense of familiarity, as if he has met him somewhere.

Unlike Lu Cheng, Song Moran recognized his identity almost immediately when they met, the painter on the street abroad.

Thinking of what he said before leaving, and seeing the square thing he was holding on his chest, Song Moran raised his eyebrows and said, "The drawing is finished."

I didn't expect Song Moran's memory to be so good. The man froze for a moment, then nodded, carefully and gently put the things on the table in front of him, and at the same time said, "Yes, it's over." At the end, the man endured I couldn't help feeling a little surprised, "I didn't expect your memory to be so good."

Pursing her lips, Song Moran didn't answer his words, but just looked at the thing that was put down on the table and the tender white fingers on it.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Lu Cheng already thought of what happened at the foreign bridge, and her anticipation and surprise intertwined.

So as soon as the man finished speaking, Lu Cheng couldn't wait to see the finished painting.

It can be seen that the person who packaged it cared about the painting. Lucheng unwrapped the inner and outer layers several times before finally seeing the real main body of the frame.

The brown picture frame is simple and elegant, and the picture is occupied by large areas of warm colors, the color of the setting sun, the clouds dyed red by the setting sun and the reflection on the lake.

And beyond the somewhat strong colors are two people who are embracing each other with their backs against the sun.

The tall man almost completely embeds the petite woman in his arms, and the lingering atmosphere of the two seems to be able to penetrate the picture.

I never thought that I would look like this in the eyes of others that day, and coupled with the lingering emotions that filled the whole picture, Lu Cheng couldn't help but blushed slightly.

But even though she was surrounded by shy emotions, Lu Cheng still insisted on standing by this side.

Seeing the scene above, Song Moran's eyes involuntarily flashed a trace of surprise. He never thought that the wandering painter he met halfway would have such profound skills.

"Very good," Song Moran praised blankly, without any change in tone, it sounded like a casual sentence.

He had never had any contact with Song Moran before, that person couldn't help but misunderstood what Song Moran meant, hesitated for a while and asked in disbelief, "Are you not satisfied with this painting?"

The man asked, his eyes trembling slightly, with a look of disbelief, after all, the right time, place and people, this painting can almost be regarded as his most satisfying and successful work.

If he hadn't thought about what he promised Song Moran back then, he would have kept this painting just right.

The anxiety and disbelief in the man's eyes could be seen, Song Moran's expression froze for a moment, and he said again, "Satisfied."

Hearing Song Moran's words repeated again, Lu Cheng quickly realized that she couldn't help but laugh a little, and nodded when the man looked at him for confirmation.

"You draw very well, I like it very much," Lu Cheng said, with a smile in his voice, not hiding his love for this painting at all.

Seeing such praise from the heart, the man heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and returned to his usual lighthearted expression.

"Then I'll give this painting to you," the man took one last look at the painting on the table, then turned his head and reluctantly said.

Her expression made Lu Cheng feel embarrassed, and even the frame that his fingers touched became hot, and he subconsciously turned to look at Song Moran.

Seeing the hesitation and dilemma in Lu Cheng's eyes, Song Moran put his hand on Lu Cheng's finger, and turned to look at the man.