Shining Stars: First Producer

Tang Chen unconsciously touched the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Assistant Song expressionlessly. After a long time, he suddenly laughed.

"Are you threatening me?" Tang Chen asked with a smile, but he could clearly feel the smell of blood between his lips.

Danger!Assistant Song's heart was beating wildly, reminding and warning him of this fact, but Assistant Song was silent for a long time, still gritted his teeth and nodded, and said softly, "I don't think this is a threat, it's just to solve possible problems in the future. It’s just a first-hand scenario of what’s going to happen.”

The two looked at each other quietly, and neither of them was willing to look away first.

He had pinched crescent-shaped marks on Assistant Song's palms, and the severe pain constantly reminded him of his farewell when he left, and it was also the motivation for him to stick to this place.

I don't know how long it took, Tang Chen slowly restrained the smirk at the corner of his mouth, looked at Assistant Song with a little emotion, and said, "I didn't realize that you are such a spineless person when I was in the company, It seems that I didn't know you enough at the time."

Assistant Song still looked at him blankly, with a tall and straight figure, but only he knew that there was only this empty shell of himself left, and he had long since lost his other strengths.

Not caring about Assistant Song's gaze, Tang Chen turned the chair under the swivel seat, turned his back to him, and said softly, "Since you are so persistent, forget it, I really have no interest in those ordinary employees."

Is this... successful?Assistant Song asked subconsciously in his heart, not knowing what action he should make for a long time.

"I thank you on their behalf," Assistant Song said softly, and then bowed solemnly to Tang Chen.

"You really did everything you can to them," Tang Chen said with a trace of sarcasm in his eyes when he heard the rustling sounds coming from behind.

I don't know if Tang Chen's words have any other meanings, Assistant Song's mouth twitched, and he didn't intend to speak.

Tang Chen didn't need any answer from him. After a long silence, he waved his hand without looking back, and said, "Okay, let's go."

A trace of surprise flashed across Assistant Song's eyes. He subconsciously raised his eyebrows, and tentatively pushed down the cold doorknob.

"!" The door was easily pushed open. Looking at the empty corridor outside, Assistant Song was still a little overwhelmed.

Although Tang Chen didn't look back, he seemed to be able to clearly understand Assistant Song's current actions. He laughed and urged, "Hurry up, maybe I will change my mind sometime, and you won't be able to leave."

Because Tang Chen has always had a character of doing whatever he wants, Assistant Song couldn't tell how much his words were true or false at this time, so he immediately suppressed all the thoughts in his heart, and left in a hurry without looking back.

Hearing the gradually disappearing footsteps, Tang Chen couldn't help but sneered, got up and walked to the window, looked at everything about him, slowly stretched out his palms, and made a grasping gesture.

"Self-destroying the city wall, will you still be my opponent?" Tang Chen asked softly, but what he looked at was the incomparably clear sky. As a matter of course, he didn't hear any answer, but Tang Chen suddenly changed. Gotta get excited.

Song Muran, who was sitting on the sofa with no expression on his face, suddenly felt a chill from his spine to his shoulder blades, which made him frown involuntarily, and a trace of doubt quickly flashed across his eyes.

But this feeling came and disappeared quickly, Song Moran raised his hand to touch his shoulder, and quickly forgot about it.

"President, Assistant Song..." Supervising those people to put everything where it should be, the person standing quietly by the side hesitated for a long time, then slowly moved towards Song Moran's direction, asked tentatively.

After the voice fell, Song Moran didn't have any other reaction. The man pursed his lips, wondering if Song Moran heard his question just now.

Forget it, he told himself in his heart, maybe there are some things that he can't tell others, he tried hard to suppress the thoughts in his heart, but after working hard for a long time, the thoughts are still around the corner, constantly showing that own presence.

He rubbed his hair in distress, moved his toes, finally couldn't hold back, and asked again, "President, Assistant Song left?"

Now Song Moran finally had other movements, he looked back at him blankly, his eyes were piercing, and immediately took the man outside into the cold wind.

Uncontrollably shivering, the man suddenly regretted it in his heart, moved his body subconsciously, and felt a burst of cold sweat dripping down his back.

"Assistant Song?" Song Moran repeated these words expressionlessly, showing a smile in horror, and asked softly, "Do you want to be with him?"

Song Moran's smile couldn't help replaying in the man's mind, and the trembling of his body became more and more uncontrollable. He unconsciously licked his dry lips, and quickly shook his head in denial, "No, no, I asked more. .”

The smile on Song Moran's face has long been restrained. At this moment, he glanced at him expressionlessly, and said coldly, "Working beside me, you'd better restrain all your curiosity, if you can't do it , then change to someone else."

The man's throat rolled, and he quickly shook his head and assured, "I can do it!"

Song Moran took one last look at him, and returned to the previous posture again, staring at the pot of succulents in front of him motionlessly, his eyes constantly changing.

The man followed his gaze and glanced over the shiny green thing, a trace of puzzlement flashed across his eyes, but after Song Moran's warning, he no longer dared to put his Curiosity revealed itself.

Not caring what the people around him thought, Song Moran slowly raised his hand to touch the plump leaves, his eyes softened all of a sudden.

"Why can't your master be like you?" Song Moran asked in a low voice, his fingers slid across the leaf, and there was real doubt in his eyes.

Hearing Song Moran's weak voice, the person who was standing quietly was startled, and retreated to the side calmly, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

For some reason, Song Moran's eyes sank, and with sudden force on his fingers, the leaf also slipped off suddenly, leaving only a light-colored scar.