Shining Stars: First Producer

Listening to the busy tone that blocked everything, Bai Xiaofei couldn't help but a wry smile overflowed his lips, thinking and weighing a little more about the relationship between himself and Lu Cheng.

"It's the last time," Bai Xiaofei told himself quietly, the sombreness in his tone made one's heart tremble, and the expression on his face was completely different from usual, with a hint of darkness looming, this change seemed to indicate something , people can't help thinking.

"8 o'clock tonight, Qinghe," Lu Cheng turned to look at Song Moran, then frowned with some doubts, and muttered softly, "Qinghe? This place seems familiar?"

Song Moran saw that her entire facial features were about to wrinkle into a ball, her whole body relaxed, she sighed helplessly, clicked on the document placed next to her, and reminded softly, "The things I gave you today .”

"?" Lu Cheng raised her head subconsciously when she heard his voice, her eyes were full of bewilderment, "What?"

Her completely unadulterated doubts made Song Moran not know what to say, so she could only helplessly tap her finger on the table, and explained softly, "He belongs to you now."

"Oh," Lu Cheng nodded, and quickly realized in his heart, his originally calm tone rose all the way, his wide eyes seemed to be frightened, "Is mine?"

Song Moran nodded disapprovingly, and took the initiative to touch her cheek affectionately, his gaze was very gentle.

Lu Cheng raised his hand to caress his forehead, and said to himself, "I'm a bit overwhelmed right now, let me take it easy."

Song Moran didn't say anything, just looked at her and smiled lightly, the pampering in that smile was not concealed at all.

And at this moment, Assistant Song pushed the door in from the outside, just in time to see the two of them looking at each other and smiling, the hurried pace stopped at once, hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should go back .

Lu Cheng spotted him first, turned around and looked over, and asked with a smile, "What are you doing standing there?"

Assistant Song coughed lightly, and walked in as if nothing had happened, the expression on his face was still visibly stiff.

"Are you here to report on work?" Lu Cheng asked suspiciously, and sat down in Song Moran's direction unconsciously. The atmosphere between the two was harmonious, and it was a friendship that people could clearly feel.

Assistant Song lowered his head in Lu Cheng's direction, shook his head lightly, and said with a somewhat tangled expression, "No, someone sent an envelope just now, and he wanted to give it to you by name."

Hearing Assistant Song calling his name, Song Moran slowly moved his eyes away from Lu Cheng's body, and raised his eyebrows as if nothing had happened.

Contrary to his bland reaction was Lu Cheng, who sat up straight all of a sudden, looked at the envelope with shining eyes, and couldn't help but said, "What's in here? I don't know who sent it. of."

Assistant Song laughed twice. Contrary to Lu Cheng's eagerness to try, he always felt that what was contained in the envelope was something he could not know. There was no way to tell other people about this kind of mysterious premonition, but he couldn't suppress it no matter what. Not going on, such complexity made his expression involuntarily stiff.

Song Moran glanced at him expressionlessly, stretched out a finger reluctantly, and asked, "Who sent it here?"

Assistant Song shook his head with a bitter face, sighed helplessly, and explained softly, "I don't know, that person was wearing a mask, put his things here and ran away."

"Tsk," the tip of his tongue lightly pressed against the roof of his mouth, and Song Moran made a small gasp, looking very impatient for such a commonplace drama.

In response to his reaction, Assistant Song put on a more flattering smile, tiptoedly placed the photo in front of the two of them, and then hurriedly retreated to the side, standing there watching his nose, nose, nose, and heart, and Do not express any other opinions.

"Can I see it?" Lu Cheng's gaze followed the changes in the envelope, but Song Moran never intended to open it. Finally, she couldn't help but look at him and asked softly.

"Of course." Because of Lu Cheng's performance, Song Moran withdrew the sarcasm that was already on his lips, nodded as if nothing had happened, and replied in a deep voice.

"It seems to be a photo," Lu Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise as he rubbed his fingers through the thin layer of paper, and said to himself.

It's just that Lu Cheng's good mood only lasted until the moment she opened the envelope.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Lu Cheng's sudden change of expression, Song Moran asked unconsciously, with a little eagerness in his tone.

Lu Cheng's lips trembled slightly, his eyes swept over the photos, and soon found a thin piece of letter paper hidden inside, staring at it with piercing eyes, regarding Song Moran's question There was no other reaction at all.

"These photos are not bad. I asked a professional to take them. I hope they can make you happy."

A short sentence caused Lu Cheng's mood to drop from heaven to hell in an instant. His eyes flicked across the paper, but the blank signature made it impossible for people to guess who the person who sent this thing was.

Song Moran grasped Lu Cheng's slightly trembling fingers, turned a blind eye to the crumpled paper, and asked with some worry, "Why? What is this?"

It seemed that Lu Cheng didn't wake up from his own thoughts until he heard Song Moran's voice, blinked quickly, and avoided Song Moran's gaze looking at him in some embarrassment.

"Look for yourself," Lu Cheng moved his lips a little stiffly, pretending to be calm and said, got up and walked outside, "I'll go out for a walk."

Lu Cheng's performance made Song Moran frowned involuntarily, held her hand tightly, half-forced her to sit beside him, raised his eyes to Assistant Song who was standing there, and said softly, "go out."

Assistant Song's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly turned around and left, and at the same time helped them close the door.

The subtle sound made when the door was closed seemed to be amplified infinitely in such an environment, Lu Cheng's heart skipped a beat unconsciously, and moved a little stiffly, but no matter how hard he tried, Song Moran rested on his shoulders. The arms on his body were still tight, leaving no chance for him to break free at all.