Shining Stars: First Producer

After Assistant Song left, Lu Cheng was full of anticipation, thinking that Song Moran was about to unpack the well-packed box in front of him, but he didn't expect that he just glanced at it casually, and then threw himself into the intense work .

There was the rubbing sound of the pen tip and the paper that was especially clear because of the quiet environment, and he sighed helplessly and amusedly, his eyes quickly turned around Song Moran and the box, and then looked at him again. I took it back before I found out.

As a result, the environment in the office seemed to suddenly become weird. Both of them seemed to be deliberately avoiding the things placed on it, and their movements became a little stiff.

Time passed by quickly, and when Song Moran raised his head from the busy work again, the sun outside had already risen to mid-air and was gradually tilting westward.

He gently put the pen by his hand, and then his eyes swept across Lu Cheng's body inadvertently, and a trace of satisfaction flashed across his eyes.

"Here you are," Song Moran coughed lightly, and after attracting Lu Cheng's blank stares, he reached out and pushed the box directly in front of him, and said as if nothing had happened.

Lu Cheng blinked quickly, and the curled eyelashes cast a light and shallow shadow under the eyes, and kept dancing with the frequency of its blinking, like a bird falling on it. The light blue butterfly is flapping its wings rapidly,

With some restraint in his eyes, Lu Cheng looked at Song Moran with a slight smile, and said sincerely, "He sent it to you, I'll figure it out."

Song Moran raised his eyebrows, pretending to be serious for a while under Lu Cheng's tangled and expectant expression, and then gently hooked the box back under her unbelievable eyes.

"Well, I'll do it myself," Song Moran said with a calm face, as if he didn't feel Lu Cheng's constant condemning eyes at all.

Lu Cheng never thought that Song Moran would have such a way of responding. She took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, only then could she barely suppress the churning emotions deep in her heart.

Although Song Moran had already made gestures to open the box, but the peripheral vision of his eyes was fixed all the time, staring at Lu Cheng, watching her take a deep breath, a smile flashed across his eyes quickly, and then he was satisfied , the movements of his hands couldn't help but become much lighter.

At first, Lu Cheng thought it was just a sudden whim of Song Moran's, but after watching his movements slowly, she realized it all at once, and a trace of disbelief flashed across her eyes.

He wanted to tell himself that this guess was wrong countless times in his heart, but he couldn't convince himself perfectly.

Time passed slowly amidst Lu Cheng's constant entanglement. Suddenly, he took a deep breath, as if to cheer himself up, and asked softly when Song Moran hadn't reacted at all, "You just now Are you jealous?"

The word "jealousy" has been magnified and broadened infinitely, and it has become symbols that are constantly whirling and repeated countless times in Song Moran's ears...

When Song Moran heard this word, he couldn't react for a while, he blinked his eyes in a daze, his hands kept moving, and the box was quickly opened.

"Why are you jealous...?!" He kept repeating softly in his mouth, but he quickly reacted, looking at Lu Cheng who was sitting there as if nothing had happened with his eyes a little ferocious and unbelievable, and he gritted his teeth after a while He said, "No, don't talk!"

Lu Cheng looked at him understandingly, nodded as if nothing had happened under Song Moran's increasingly ugly expression, and said to himself, "Well, if you say no, then there will be no."

His voice was drawn extremely long, and the perfunctory in his tone was clearly revealed, which made Song Moran's expression even more ugly involuntarily.

But Lu Cheng didn't seem to take these words into his heart at all, and after he finished speaking, he lowered his head to look at the thing on it as if nothing had happened, and at the same time poked his finger on it involuntarily.

"What's in it?" Lu Cheng asked with some doubts, her expression was very calm, as if she didn't feel Song Moran's vicious gaze on her at all.

Taking deep breaths, Song Moran managed to suppress his emotions that were gradually approaching the point of explosion after a long time. He gritted his teeth and said emphatically, "I'm not jealous!"

After he finished speaking, he heard Lu Cheng sigh helplessly and looked up at himself, afraid that he would say something that he couldn't accept again, Song Moran quickly said again, "Okay, when this matter arrives Let's call it a day."

Lu Cheng looked at him and shook his head, with a helpless expression on his face. Although the gaze on Song Moran was gentle, to the other party, it was like being stabbed by thin needles one by one, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

The palm of his hand pushed the thing in front of him roughly between the two of them. Song Moran lowered his voice and said, "It's all here."

A smile quickly flashed across Lu Cheng's eyes, and he managed to maintain his ignorant and helpless expression after coughing twice.

He couldn't empathize with Song Moran's current thoughts at all. On the contrary, his heart was full of smiles.

Even if Lu Cheng blurted out jealousy at the beginning completely out of inadvertence, but the subsequent repetitions were all deliberate, but after thinking about it carefully, it was just an impulse that made him do this kind of thing, other thoughts Not at all.

The atmosphere between the two of them became particularly strange. Lu Cheng lowered his head as if nothing had happened, and turned the whole box over, revealing a lot of scattered things inside.

"Why is it a photo again?" Lu Cheng glanced at it casually, and the first thing he found were those stacked photos, which made him involuntarily think of the things he encountered before, and his tone also brought out a bit Complaints and helplessness.

After hearing his complaint, Song Moran raised his eyebrows, and the blackness in his vision suddenly became much thicker.

He didn't think that Bai Xiaofei sent some irrelevant photos just because of his profession, and the content on them must represent something, or be closely related to Lucheng.

Song Moran raised his eyes and looked at Lu Cheng who was standing beside him, who was digging his nails with a somewhat troubled expression. A trace of complicated emotions flashed across his eyes, and then he quickly restrained himself.