Shining Stars: First Producer

Taking a deep sideways look at Lu Cheng, Song Moran casually flipped through the photos that Lu Cheng had randomly thrown on the table, his eyes kept changing, as if dark emotions were constantly growing inside.

In such a long period of silence, the sound of photos rubbing against each other seemed to be heard clearly in his ears. Lu Cheng bit his lip, his eyes unconsciously followed Song Moran, and carefully observed the changes in his expression.

"Is it just because of these?" Song Moran casually took the photo and fanned the wind beside him. Feeling Lu Cheng's stiff body, he suddenly burst out laughing and asked softly.

His sudden laughter interrupted all the thoughts in his mind, Lu Cheng blinked his eyes in a daze, and the movement of turning his head to look at the past gave off a stiff feeling.

"What do you mean?" Lu Cheng asked softly, somewhat at a loss.

Throwing the photo to the front casually, Song Moran hugged Lucheng directly into his arms, and Lucheng could just fit into his arms, like the most suitable pair.

Song Moran gently put his cheek on Lu Cheng's ear, and he could clearly feel the constant heat coming from that small and crystal-clear earlobe, and the smile in his eyes couldn't help but grow stronger.

"There's no need to be so nervous," Song Moran comforted softly, "I always trust you."

The moist and hot breath when speaking, all fluttered on Lu Cheng's skin, causing waves of trembling, but Lu Cheng didn't seem to feel anything, and all his energy was concentrated on what Song Moran said.

She seemed to doubt her memory a little, she unconsciously flipped through the front photos one by one with her fingers, the intimacy between herself and Bai Xiaofei was clearly on it, as if pink bubbles would fly out of it immediately.

Pointing her finger on her face above, Lu Cheng asked in disbelief, "Aren't you angry about this? What's more, you should doubt me."

Song Moran didn't speak, but the arms around him tightened again. Lu Cheng was caught off guard because of his sudden force and fell backwards, his back tightly pressed against his chest.

"Then can you explain?" Song Moran raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued following Lu Cheng's words, but the indifference that came with it was still obvious when he spoke.

Lu Cheng was dazzled by her unusual reaction, her mind was spinning rapidly, and she didn't even notice Song Moran's small movements of gently playing with her fingers.

"There's nothing to explain," Lu Cheng calmed down, and pretended to be calm and said, "We are friends, and when we go out to play, we always look at each other and communicate."

Song Moran's fingers stiffened imperceptibly, but when he spoke again, his tone was still so gentle, he was not at all like an iceberg in normal times.

"If that's the case, then why do you care how angry I am?" Song Moran said nonchalantly, lowering his head, sniffing seriously, the aura on Lu Cheng's body, his eyes deep.

Because of his question like this, Lu Cheng was so uncommonly at a loss, he didn't know if he said something wrong just now, his fingers curled up unconsciously, but he just held Song Moran's fingers in his palm.

There was a little bit of coolness in the fingertips, as if with the iron-boned feeling that Song Moran would bring to people, Lu Cheng subconsciously clenched a little.

For some reason, Song Moran's heart suddenly softened when he touched the sweaty, tender palm, and the corners of his lips that were originally tight also relaxed a little.

"It's okay, I will always be by your side in the future," Song Moran said in a hoarse voice, stealing a kiss from her son's side with his lips.

After listening to what he emphasized, Lu Cheng's eyes became hot, and she blinked hastily, her fine eyelashes were a little wet.

"Okay," Lu Cheng said with a smile, with an imperceptible sigh in her tone, the faint grudge against Song Moran in her heart because of what happened before turned into dust, took a deep breath, and didn't know Where did it go.

Maybe Su Xiaoyue never thought that what she originally wanted to provoke the relationship between the two of them became a pusher to maintain their relationship in the end.

The atmosphere between the two of them was unusually harmonious. Only then did Lu Cheng consciously feel Song Moran's breathing, and moved his body uncomfortably, but in exchange for his delicate bites, the already red earlobes were even more tender. There is an extra layer of fine tooth marks.

Lu Cheng was having a hard time maintaining his sanity in such a situation, stretched out his hand to block it, and said with a chuckle, "Are you still going today?"

Song Moran pecked at his palm without paying much attention, felt his unconsciously tense body chuckle, and said disapprovingly, "Of course."

Lu Cheng moved his body a little uncomfortably, for some reason, after seeing these photos, whenever he thought of Song Moran and Bai Xiaofei facing each other, he would always feel a little trembling in his heart, as if he could already foresee the tense atmosphere .

He licked his lips, but he didn't have any position to persuade Song Moran, and he was embarrassed to call Bai Xiaofei again, and make an appointment for another time, so he could only calm down and put all these messy thoughts in his mind to the back of his mind.

He understood in his heart what Lu Cheng was worried about, but Song Moran was a little wicked and didn't say much. Seeing her uncomfortable look, a smile quickly appeared in his eyes.

Time passed bit by bit in the entanglement of deer and orange. In the season of late autumn, the sky outside quickly darkened. The dark blue velvet curtain was neatly arranged, and the twinkling stars were placed on it The broken diamonds, the dots of light are constantly flickering, echoing the neon lights that have gradually lit up below.

Although Bai Xiaofei was in a very bad mood, he would always subconsciously imagine the current state of Lu Cheng and Song Moran in his mind, but because he wanted to meet him, he still pulled himself together and tidied himself up properly .

The British-style attire is very consistent with his usual feelings, as if his every move has an aura that belongs to a gentleman, and people can't help but think of those British gentlemen on TV.

Looking at the self in the mirror that he hadn't seen for a long time, Bai Xiaofei's eyes flickered for a moment, and soon became high-spirited.

Even if, even if the two reconcile, he can't let others read his jokes, this is Bai Xiaofei's basic requirement for himself.