Shining Stars: First Producer

Thinking of this, Song Moran's indifferent eyebrows and eyes seemed to show some spring warmth.

"What is our young master thinking?" Under such circumstances, a person suddenly came out from behind and put his hand on Song Moran's shoulder.

"Lu Yuchen," Song Moran said in a deep voice, hearing the man's frivolous tone, "be more serious."

After all, he was still a little afraid of Song Moran, Lu Yuchen curled his lips, and sat down in front of Song Moran honestly.

Still a little unconvinced, he said, "You have always had such an expression, no wonder you are still single until now."

Listening to his rambling words, Song Moran's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything.

But after a while, Lu Yuchen seemed to realize where he was now, and quickly closed his mouth, looking at Song Moran cautiously.

"Don't be joking," Song Moran said expressionlessly, "I came to you today because I have something to discuss."

Lu Yuchen nodded, and the expression on his face became serious. When he was not speaking, he looked like an elite.

"Can you find out what Su Xiaoyue's background is for me," Song Moran said blankly. He was a little suspicious about the photo of Lucheng.

At the beginning, Su Xiaoyue was single-handedly promoted by him, but he never knew that she was involved with those people of all kinds.

"Su Xiaoyue? I seem to have heard that name somewhere before," Lu Yuchen said hesitantly, frowning.

Song Moran knew exactly how poor the memory of the person in front of him was, and said with a blank expression, "Three Saint Su Xiaoyue."

"It turned out to be her," Lu Yuchen looked suddenly enlightened, the expression on his face changed, and it seemed that he had a completely different personality from Song Moran.

"Did she offend you?" Lu Yuchen asked with some doubts, but seeing that Song Moran had no intention of answering, he shut his mouth again.

"When can you give it to me?" Song Moran asked with an expression, as if he didn't see Lu Yuchen's gaze.

"Tomorrow, I'll go to the company to find you tomorrow," Lu Yuchen said, but soon the smile on his face changed. The original handsome facial features looked a little funny because of his winking expression, "It's just enough to see Look at the beauties in your company."

Song Moran paused for a moment, and looked at him expressionlessly, with dangerous eyes.

But Lu Yuchen continued to speak as if he didn't feel anything, "I really don't understand what is the meaning of your ascetic life, wasting my face and my advantage among beauties."

When he said this, his tone was fierce, and his expression was full of hatred when he looked at Song Moran.

Seeing his exaggerated expression and movements, Song Moran only had the words he just said in his heart, "Beauty?"

"That's right," Lu Yuchen said without knowing that the danger was coming, "Your company is involved in the entertainment industry, and there are a lot of beauties for you to choose from. Still alone today."

Lu Yuchen shook his head while talking, looking at Song Moran's eyes gradually becoming incomprehensible.

But just like him, Song Moran also couldn't understand that he insisted on hugging left and right, living every day with friends and companions.

What's even more amazing is that although the two people have completely different life philosophies, this does not prevent the two of them from becoming very good friends.

The more Lu Yuchen talked, the hotter he felt in his heart, and he wished he could go over with Song Moran immediately, but seeing his increasingly impatient expression, he could only reluctantly suspend the topic.

"Tomorrow will still be this place," Song Moran secretly breathed a sigh of relief seeing that he stopped talking on Monday, and said.

"Well," nodding casually, Lu Yuchen suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "I have some other things to do, so I'm leaving first."

Without asking any more questions, Song Moran waved his hand and silently watched him leave.

Lu Yuchen was very dissatisfied with his reaction, but now the time was urgent, so he could only leave in a hurry.

He took a sip of the coffee in the cup lightly, the unsweetened coffee was bitter to his heart.

It's already commonplace for Song Moran to feel the taste that others avoid.

"I found something, do you want to see it?" During working hours, Lu Cheng suddenly received a call from Bai Xiaofei.

"About Su Xiaoyue?" Lu Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and she asked subconsciously.

"Well," Bai Xiaofei nodded quickly, but soon realized that Lu Cheng couldn't see through the phone line, so he spoke again.

Her heart was shaken, but Lu Cheng thought about the current time, took a deep breath, and said, "It's still working time, I'll go to your house to see when I go back at night."

Bai Xiaofei nodded, his mind, which was originally excited because he found the clue, slowly calmed down.

He patted himself a little embarrassedly, and said slowly, "I just wanted to let you know quickly, but I forgot the current time."

"It's okay." Lu Cheng felt a lot more relaxed. After hearing the words, she smiled after a long absence, and comforted softly, "If it was me, I might have the same reaction as you."

Knowing that Lu Cheng was comforting himself, Bai Xiaofei couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and said softly, "I'll wait for you at night too."

"Well," Lu Cheng nodded, casually put the phone aside and planned to continue the unfinished business.

But she raised her head unconsciously, and saw the burning eyes of the people next to her. Lu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and asked inexplicably, "Why do you look at me like that?"

"Who was the person who called you just now?" At the same time, he winked at her and asked in a narrow tone.

There were still some people who didn't react, Lu Cheng answered every question, "Bai Xiaofei, a photographer friend of mine."

"Friend," the colleague said in a drawn out voice, looking at Lu Cheng with deep meaning in his eyes.

The repeated hints made Lu Cheng finally come to his senses, he waved his hands a little dumbfounded, and quickly explained, "We're just friends."

The colleague nodded, obviously following what Lu Cheng said, but it could make people feel that there were other meanings in it, "Well, it's just a friend."

Lu Cheng wanted to explain, but seeing his colleague's already determined eyes, he felt helpless, heaved a long sigh of relief, and simply gave up explaining.

At this time, Lu Cheng seemed to have forgotten the existence of Song Moran, and also seemed to have forgotten the speed of gossip in the company.