Shining Stars: First Producer

And such a change in the situation may not even have been thought of by Lu Cheng, who had already left a long time ago.

Although there were some twists and turns in the middle, Su Xiaoyue still successfully achieved her goal, and she couldn't help but smile when she thought of Lu Cheng's leaving back.

Walking out of the encirclement of the crowd, you got into the car and continued to your original destination.

And Lu Cheng had been dangling in the street until the neon lights came on, and then walked slowly towards the house.

What happened today made her feel very tired, lying on the sofa as if she had no bones, Song Moran's expressionless profile and the words Su Xiaoyue said kept flashing in Lu Cheng's mind.

"Let others slaughter you," Lu Cheng thought about when he would arrive, sneered softly, turned around and walked into the room.

Once again taking out the box he had placed before, Lu Cheng's mood this time was completely different from before.

Gently pushing the lid open, Lu Cheng didn't look at anything else, and with her slender fingers, she took out the family portrait taken with her parents.

Pale and tender fingers brushed over it lightly, a trace of sadness flashed in Lu Cheng's eyes.

"Mom and Dad," Lu Cheng couldn't help shouting softly, looking at the doting parents above, "I'm really tired."

There was no response at all, but this didn't seem to prevent Lu Cheng from continuing to talk.

"The guy I like is amazing but does he really like me? Someone told me that if it comes to his favor, I will lose everything. Is that true?"

"Mom and Dad, I really miss you, I want to act like a baby in your arms, and I miss the doting eyes you look at me."

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On this day, the lights in Lu Cheng's house were on until midnight, and her choking voice didn't disappear until midnight.

Probably because of the drastic change in mood the day before, when Lu Cheng woke up the next day, his eyes were swollen, with a hint of red at the end of his eyes.

Because of the habit he developed a few days ago, after Lu Cheng went out, he subconsciously wanted to go to the hospital, but it was not until halfway that he suddenly remembered what happened yesterday.

Raising his hand and rubbing his sore eyes, Lu Cheng gave a wry smile, turned around and walked towards the company.

"Sister Lu, good morning."

"Good morning."

After arriving at the company, people kept saying hello to Lu Cheng along the way, and no matter who it was, Lu Cheng would respond.

Lu Cheng's eyes did a demonstration, and there were not many Lu Cheng's eyes to cover up, and not many people could see it.

Under the forced smile along the way, Lu Cheng slowly sat down in his seat.

Almost immediately, the smile on Lu Cheng's face dropped, and he looked at the screen in front of him blankly, as if looking at his enemy.

Occasionally, someone accidentally saw Lu Cheng's expression, and couldn't help but jump in his heart, not daring to think about it.

Although Lu Cheng has tried her best to restrain her emotions, she doesn't want her personal emotions to affect her work.

But such repression seems to be of no use. During breaks at work, or even when looking through the materials, Lu Cheng can't help but think of Song Moran.

Being in a daze seemed to be the norm in her work, and she couldn't see the worried eyes of other people looking at her.

Time passed quietly in Lu Cheng's trance, and soon it was time to get off work. Lu Cheng suddenly came back to his senses, thinking that he didn't seem to have done anything this day.

His eyes darkened, Lu Cheng looked at the information on the desktop, thought of the goal he had set at the beginning, took a deep breath, packed up all those things, and planned to take them home to do.

In the hospital at this moment, Song Moran was listening to Assistant Song's report expressionlessly.

Without Lu Cheng's company, he was so cold that Assistant Song couldn't help but shiver.

"Our people have already responded. Tang Chen's finished product has also been copied. Would you like to take a look?" Assistant Song asked softly.

Dazed for a moment, then shook his head, Song Moran said blankly, "You can just see for yourself."

After saying this, Song Moran hesitated for a moment, and asked blankly, "Is there any news about Su Xiaoyue that I asked you to check yesterday?"

Assistant Song shook his head helplessly. Although the photo had pointed them in a direction, after all, time had passed for a long time, and Su Xiaoyue and that person both wanted to hide it, which made Assistant Song feel like he didn't know what to do. .

"Then continue to investigate," Song Moran said without thinking, and waved his hand after speaking, signaling Assistant Song to leave.

"President, Lucheng..." Assistant Song hesitated, thinking of the rumors about Lucheng heard in the company today, and said.

"Okay," Song Moran said expressionlessly, interrupting what Assistant Song was about to say, "You don't need to say anything."

Sensing Song Moran's emotionless eyes swirling around his body, Assistant Song quickly fell silent, not daring to say anything more.

And this kind of sight stayed on him all the time, and it didn't slowly dissipate until he left the ward.

Leaning against the wall, Assistant Song breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking of Song Moran's performance just now, he decided not to say anything more in the future.

Naturally, the two of them have to worry about their affairs, and there is probably no need for him to ease in the middle.

Thinking of this, Assistant Song turned around and walked out of the hospital without any psychological burden. The busyness in the company was still going on, and he didn't have so much time to think about these insignificant things.

What he didn't know was that after he left, Song Moran repeated softly and expressionlessly, "Lu Cheng, Lu Cheng."

Although the tone is still so calm, it can make people feel the helplessness in Song Moran's heart.

"What should I do with you," Song Moran said softly, with a rare annoyance in his voice.

Song Moran knew in his heart that Lu Cheng didn't have any other thoughts about Bai Xiaofei, but what he was more aware of was Bai Xiaofei's plans for Lu Cheng.

"Childhood sweetheart," he repeated the word in a low voice, only he knew how much jealousy there was in his calm tone.

Speaking of which, maybe only Song Moran believed that he, who was so indifferent before, would one day feel what it was like to be jealous.

He thought about it more than once, why it wasn't him who met Lucheng when he was a child, if it was him, he would have pulled Lucheng into his arms early.

Under Song Moran's expressionless surface is an overactive mental activity.