Shining Stars: First Producer

"Why do you suddenly want to meet him?" Song Moran asked softly as if nothing had happened, his tone was very calm, as if his heart was not gnashing his teeth.

Lu Cheng shrugged, and tapped his fingers lightly on his Adam's apple, just like a child who discovered a new toy.

Feeling the stimulation from his fragile Adam's apple, Song Moran swallowed involuntarily, and his heart couldn't restrain his tightness.

"Don't make trouble," Song Moran said in a hoarse voice, and intentionally or unintentionally turned his body to the side, separating himself from Lu Cheng's skin that was close to him.

Unaware of Song Moran's small movements at all, Lu Cheng subconsciously moved her fingers under his control, then stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, and said with a bit of playfulness, "Okay, okay, Not teasing you."

"Well," Song Moran barely suppressed the impulse deep in his heart because he was still thinking about the answer he hadn't gotten yet, and nodded in a deep voice.

Finding that her gag didn't make Song Moran forget what she asked just now, Lu Cheng sighed helplessly in her heart, and couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that the one who should come still can't hide."

"What?" Song Moran only heard a few fuzzy voices dissipating quickly in his ears, and couldn't make up the real meaning at all. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and asked with some doubts.

It was precisely because of his question that Lu Cheng realized that he had unknowingly expressed his feelings in his heart. He quickly shook his hand and explained the topic of 300 taels of silver here, "I Just now I was feeling that you are a person who really does not know where to start."

After finishing speaking, Lu Cheng also gave Song Moran an incomparably bright smile. The originally bright and twinkling eyes had been squeezed into a thin slit because of the laughter, which made people laugh uncontrollably.

But Song Moran didn't seem to like this at all, he didn't even care about Lu Cheng's unobtrusive flattery, and the expression on his face didn't change a bit.

Song Moran has been watching Lu Cheng quietly all the time, that focused eyes and expressionless face made Lu Cheng unable to hold on for a short period of time, he subconsciously turned his head to one side, and asked with some dumbfounding Said, "Why do you keep looking at me and not talking?"

Song Moran closed his eyes, imitating Lu Cheng's previous expression, and squeezed all the features of his face together, his originally handsome face suddenly became funny.

"Pfft," Lu Cheng had never seen Song Moran's expression before, and suddenly couldn't restrain his emotions, and burst out laughing.

"Why such an expression?" After Lu Cheng laughed quietly beside her for a while, she barely stopped the desire to laugh at herself, and asked with a chuckle, her fingers even dishonestly crawling directly to Song silent face.

"I don't know where to start?" Song Moran asked with a drawn out voice, closed his eyes deeply, and said softly under Lu Cheng's somewhat bewildered gaze, "Isn't it time to start now? "

After hearing the nonsensical words, Lu Cheng couldn't help being stunned for a moment before reacting, and suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry, he stretched out his hand to wipe the tears that were involuntarily secreted from the corners of his eyes because of laughing, and his fingers were even more unscrupulous poked her in the face.

"That's right, I said the wrong thing just now," seeing Song Moran helplessly letting herself do whatever she wanted, the depression in Lu Cheng's heart gradually dissipated, and she said angrily.

After hearing Lu Cheng's expression after admitting it personally, Song Moran's expression became satisfied, and the funny expression of deliberately not coming disappeared all of a sudden, from a down-to-earth person to a high-ranking president again.

It's just a difference in expression, but Lu Cheng clearly felt the difference in momentum between the two, and this change made him involuntarily stunned for a moment.

Not knowing what kind of proof and thinking his unintentional change just now brought to Lu Cheng, the master took a step back with Lu Cheng in his arms, and the two of them fell down on the chair together.

Lu Cheng, who was in deep thought, was suddenly awakened by the fall, and was about to struggle subconsciously, but Song Moran's fingers were a little harder than he imagined.

"Good boy," Song Moran put Lucheng in his arms with a relaxed face, and at the same time patted him on the shoulder with the other hand casually, and said in his mouth.

Lu Cheng's struggle gradually became smoother, and after a while, she reached out to cover her cheeks, sighed a little embarrassedly, and said softly, "You just scared me."

Facing Lu Cheng's soft accusation, a smile flashed across Song Moran's eyes, he slid up her body with his arms around her, and nodded casually, "Yes."

Hearing his indifferent answer, Lu Cheng couldn't help but snorted twice, but she didn't have any intention of struggling with his movements, and obediently fell on his chest.

After a gag between the two of them, Lu Cheng sensitively noticed that Song Moran's expression seemed to have relaxed a lot, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but then she couldn't help but get entangled again after thinking about it.

She didn't know if Song Moran's behavior was because she forgot what she had said before, and she didn't know if she should bring up that spoiling thought again under such circumstances, but the faint impulse in her heart was not at all indifferent. There is no way to hide.

The heart was constantly tangled up, and Lu Cheng's face couldn't help showing a lot, the thin eyebrows were tangled into a ball, twisted and coiled on it, it looked quite funny.

Song Moran's fingers brushed over Lu Cheng's hair again and again, from the root to the tip of the hair, until the last few strands of hair entwined around his fingers fell feebly.

The two had their own thoughts, and neither of them took the initiative to speak. The originally empty environment suddenly became quiet, as if they could even hear each other's breathing clearly.

"Tomorrow," Song Moran said abruptly.

"What?" Originally, Lu Cheng was immersed in her own entanglement, but she didn't expect Song Moran to speak suddenly, and she couldn't react for a while, and asked unconsciously.

Song Moran only felt that the smooth hair under his hands seemed to have suddenly become much rougher. He paused for a while before continuing down slowly. The pause in the middle was quick and fast, and Lu Cheng didn't notice it at all.