Shining Stars: First Producer

"Well," Lu Cheng nodded lightly, the oppression coming from Song Moran's direction would also make her bite her lips unconsciously, a bit at a loss.

However, Song Moran quickly shifted his gaze to other places, which made Lu Cheng heave a sigh of relief, and the tense feeling all over his body also relaxed a lot.

A gust of wind blowing from nowhere slowly crossed the open window, flipping through the documents Song Moran had randomly piled on the desktop, and blowing away the silence and inexplicable tension in the entire space. stretch.

The hot feeling on Lu Cheng's face seemed to have been relieved a lot because of the gust of wind. She quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and patted her cheeks lightly with her fingers, as if to cheer herself up or comfort herself.

"You saw it," Lu Cheng pretended to be calm and said, but Mu Guang still couldn't look at Song Moran, and always dodged from both sides consciously or unconsciously, "So can I change clothes?"

Song Moran was reminded by him, and finally remembered who this dress was for meeting, the expression on his face suddenly became tangled, and he said softly after a while, "I have asked them to send the other clothes to the old house ..."

Hearing this, Lu Cheng's face suddenly collapsed. She looked at Song Moran inexplicably and tragically, took the initiative to take a step back, and said reluctantly, "Okay then."

Selfishly speaking, Lu Cheng likes the design of this dress very much, but the hollowed out area on the back is too large, which made it difficult for her who tends to dress conservatively on weekdays to accept it for a while.

Song Moran's expression changed, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed it silently.

"Let's go," Song Moran raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. The time was gradually approaching. He hesitated and said softly.

Lu Cheng followed behind him listlessly, but Song Moran pulled him to his side within two steps. At the same time, the suit jacket Song Moran was wearing fell on him.

Lu Cheng only felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, and his breath was already filled with the woody scent that belonged to Song Moran. He froze for a moment, and gently pulled the edge of his coat with his fingers, slowly, slowly swaying a touch A beautiful smile with sweetness.

Song Moran coughed as if nothing had happened, and walked forward unhurriedly. The tie was slightly loosened, and a few buttons were unbuttoned on the cuffs, which were loosely tied around the wrists, giving him a look of embarrassment on weekdays. The serious Song Moran has added a bit of willfulness, and he is completely different from his usual handsomeness.

From the company all the way to the downstairs, where the two of them pass by, there will always be silence. Lu Cheng can clearly feel the eyes of the people next to him projected on him. The eyes are extremely complicated, envious, frightened and other things. All kinds of emotions are mixed together, making it impossible for people to distinguish them one by one.

This gaze was much stronger than usual, Lu Cheng was a little uncomfortable at first, and didn't feel like hiding from Song Moran's side, but after a while, he was able to turn a blind eye to everything.

"Qinghe," Song Moran said softly while sitting in the back seat, closing his eyes expressionlessly.

Lu Cheng carefully pulled his clothes into his arms and held them, tidying every wrinkle, as if he was afraid that his inadvertent action would crush it.

Although Song Moran had closed his eyes as soon as he got in the car, but for some reason, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, after Lu Cheng finished tidying his clothes and let out a soft sigh of relief.

Lu Cheng didn't feel anything, her gaze swept over Song Moran's body as if inadvertently, her straight body gradually softened, she leaned on the backrest casually, and looked up at the things that had long been commonplace. view.

The atmosphere between the two was extremely harmonious, but in other places, Su Xiaoyue looked at the person standing in front of her with a ferocious face.

"What's Song Moran's reaction?" Lu Cheng laughed heartily, and the facial features on his face were even distorted because of the big smile, which made people feel frightened.

The person standing in front of him glanced at him with a somewhat tangled expression, and then said cautiously after a while, "There is no reaction at all."

"Are you sure?" Lu Cheng couldn't accept this answer at all, and even more couldn't accept that what he had spent so much effort was useless.

Facing Su Xiaoyue's unreasonable threat, the man was full of helplessness, sighed softly, and became more impatient with Su Xiaoyue in his heart.

"This is the answer I got, you can go find someone else," he said blankly, turning his head to avoid Su Xiaoyue's unbelievable gaze.

"Is this threatening me?" Su Xiaoyue's lips trembled twice, and she spoke in a breathy voice after a while, the emotions in her eyes flickered, and the constant alternation of anger and unacceptability made it impossible to be sure of him at all. What are you thinking now.

"Here it comes again," the man sighed in his heart, the expression on his face became more cold and hard, and he continued to speak under Su Xiaoyue's unacceptable gaze, "I didn't, because you didn't believe the results of my investigation."

Stuck by his statement, Su Xiaoyue found that she had no way to explain it at all, but he was not a reasonable person, so she skipped this sentence confidently, and continued to yell, "Don't forget You are someone sent by Tang Chen."

Rolling his eyes bluntly, the man felt that he had had enough of Su Xiaoyue's arguments, threw the thing in his hand forward, and said under Su Xiaoyue's dumbfounded gaze, "Pay me my salary." It's Tang Chen, not you."

After finishing speaking, he turned around rather stiffly and left, leaving Su Xiaoyue standing there alone in a daze. It took a long time for him to react, his eyes blinking rapidly.

"Go to hell!" It took Su Xiaoyue a long time to get over the breath she was holding in her heart, and she threw it forward without looking at it, regardless of what she was holding in her hand.

The originally tidy space quickly became messy and embarrassing in such back and forth. Su Xiaoyue sat there alone, looking a little pitiful.

But it turns out that Su Xiaoyue has never been a person who can be lonely for a long time. After sitting quietly for a while, she quickly restrained the expression on her face, and kept tapping her fingers on the phone screen, as if she was editing something or something. is asking for help from other people.