Shining Stars: First Producer

And Lu Cheng's reaction made Song Moran suddenly realize what she was worried about. She couldn't laugh or cry in her heart, and then she was furious.

"You don't believe me," Song Moran said expressionlessly, his tone very calm.

But such a calm and declarative tone represented a kind of wind and rain. Lu Cheng's long eyelashes trembled unconsciously, and his body kept moving back, trying to avoid Song Moran's sight.

But everything she did was useless. Although there were some things in the office, they were not enough to cover him completely, and Song Moran didn't leave him any chance at all.

The two confronted each other inexplicably. With the passage of time bit by bit, Lu Cheng felt that Song Moran's eyes were awe-inspiring.

The calmness that he had been holding on to was suddenly broken, and Lu Cheng's originally straight shoulders slowly bent down, showing a bit of shrinking and fear.

Seeing his figure that was about to shrink into a ball, Song Moran took a deep look at her, and then forcibly pressed this matter to the bottom of his heart.

There is still a long time in the future, and he can slowly let him know what kind of person he is and his trust in him. Song Moran told himself this way, and the last trace of hostility leaked from his body gradually disappeared.

He still didn't want to leave a too cold and glamorous impression on Lu Cheng, in such a situation of reunion after a long absence.

The temperature next to it gradually rose, and Lu Cheng quickly noticed this, carefully raised his head, and looked at Song Moran with dodge eyes.

"Come here," Song Moran looked at her expressionlessly and said, his broad palm slowly stretched out into the air, making an inviting gesture for her.

Lu Cheng turned her eyes away, what she thought was rejection, but the impression Song Moran left on her before was still resurfaced in her heart, and she found that she dared not refuse now.

Feeling a little more resentful, Lu Cheng's tightly pursed mouth quietly dropped.

Lu Cheng hadn't moved at all, and Song Moran hadn't withdrawn his outstretched fingers. The two of them seemed to be in a competition, competing for who would make the first move.

In the end, Lu Cheng lost. Like a snail, she walked towards Song Moran's position little by little, and put her fingertips on his hand with no expression on her face.

"The time is almost up," Lu Cheng said softly, with a serious look that made it impossible to imagine that she was just guessing.

As if Song Moran didn't hear anything, he closed his fingers one by one, and put Lu Cheng's hand in his own, tightly, leaving no room for him to back down.

Such an inadvertent action now seems to indicate the relationship between the two people in the future, they will get closer step by step, until finally they can no longer separate.

Lu Cheng could clearly feel the warmth of Song Moran's palm. He seemed to have a steady stream of warmth passed to him, which made his slightly cold fingertips warm up.

Lu Cheng was a little uncomfortable with the warmth, she couldn't help but move her fingers gently, turning them carefully in Song Moran's palm, trying to find a suitable corner so that she wouldn't feel any discomfort .

"Found it!" A trace of surprise flashed across Lu Cheng's eyes, and then the fingers that kept moving frantically stopped quickly.

At this time, all of Song Moran's patience had come to an end, his throat moved slightly, and then he couldn't restrain himself from exerting force on his hands.

Lu Cheng didn't have the slightest defense, he staggered when he pulled her, and threw herself forward unsteadily.

A smile flashed across Song Moran's eyes, he adjusted his posture, and took her into his arms.

With the warm and soft jade in his arms, Song Moran couldn't help but sighed in satisfaction, and the hand holding Lu Cheng's fingers tightened even more.

The man's thick and familiar breath surrounded him, took a deep breath, and Lu Cheng couldn't help being a little obsessed.

After noticing Lu Cheng's movements, Song Moran couldn't help but chuckled. The laughter was not as thick as usual, but rather hearty.

"You are very familiar with my breath, and you are obsessed with it," Song Moran unceremoniously broke through the confusion in front of Lu Cheng's eyes, which was also the last retreat she left for herself.

And this kind of voice also woke Lu Cheng up from the situation just now, she opened her eyes wide in disbelief, looking at the pattern of the clothes in front of her.

Song Moran's voice sounded mercilessly in her ears, like the sentence given to him by the most stern and selfless judge.

But Lucheng can deceive himself when no one points it out, but Song Moran doesn't leave him any chance to deceive himself.

Lu Cheng knew in her heart that what she should do at this time was to break free from the man's arms, but for some reason, facing the piece of fabric without any patterns in front of her, Lu Cheng felt strangely relieved.

This place seems to be a refuge for me, where I can't feel the sight of Song Moran looking at me, nor can I see Song Moran's expression, so I can think about what to do in the future.

Song Moran's chest was constantly shaking because of laughing, even the piece of fabric that Lu Cheng was staring at was constantly shaking.

Without the struggle he expected, Song Moran couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise, but he was very satisfied in his heart.

He thought that Lu Cheng had figured it out and stopped trying to struggle, but he didn't know that this was just a tactic to delay the attack.

I don't know how long it took, Song Moran only felt that his legs began to gradually go numb, but Lu Cheng still maintained the same movements just now, as if he hadn't moved at all.

Song Moran looked at the time on the watch blankly, it was almost two o'clock.

He patted Lu Cheng's shoulder lightly, and shouted softly, "Are you asleep?"

The muscles on Lu Cheng's shoulders tightened suddenly when his hand fell, and he almost couldn't control himself and wanted to hide back.

Lu Cheng is in Song Moran's arms, and Song Moran can clearly feel her every move.

The originally gentle face suddenly became stiff, Song Moran seemed to feel nothing, and put his palm on it without refusal.

Being able to feel Song Moran's unobstructed strength, Lu Cheng's expression became more rigid, a little at a loss.

She quickly broke free from Song Moran's embrace, and stood with her back facing him, with her back straight and her chin raised, looking very proud.

But only Lu Cheng knows that all this pride is just a fake, as long as Song Moran can stand in front of him and take a look, he will be able to find her current pale face and somewhat frightened eyes.