Shining Stars: First Producer

"I don't know if it will be of any use," Lu Cheng sighed softly, carefully pulled the quilt for Song Moran, then turned and left.

But just after taking two steps, a strong force from behind forced him to stop in place.

A trace of bewilderment flashed across Lu Cheng's eyes, and she turned around with some doubts, but what she saw was Song Moran looking at her stubbornly.

For a moment, Song Moran's eyes were so clear that Lu Cheng couldn't help wondering if he was drunk.

But soon, Lu Cheng dismissed the idea. Seeing the blush on Song Moran's face, Lu Cheng shook his head helplessly, picked at his fingers, and said softly, "What are you doing? Take a good rest, I want gone back."

Song Moran's fingers moved slightly, but instead of loosening them as he wished, they clenched them even tighter.

Sighing helplessly, Lu Cheng finally understood the fact that there is no way to communicate with a drunk.

Although Song Moran was drunk, the strength in his hands did not weaken at all. Lu Cheng worked hard for a long time, but made no progress.

She stood beside her out of breath, looking at the slightly frowning person who seemed to have fallen asleep, she was both angry and funny.

"I hope you can still remember today's events tomorrow," Lu Cheng sighed softly?
Time passed by, and soon the next morning, Song Moran reluctantly opened his eyes due to the feeling of dizziness.

He raised his hand to press the aching forehead, and just about to turn over and get up, he suddenly saw the sleeping person next to him.

"Lucheng?" Song Moran whispered in disbelief.

I heard the sound from the outside world, Lu Cheng's eyelashes trembled twice, and slowly woke up from sleep, her eyes were still somewhat sleepy, and her eyes were very moist.

"Are you awake?" Lu Cheng yawned quietly and asked calmly.

Song Moran nodded blankly, looking at him in surprise.

"Why are you here?" Song Moran asked in a low voice, clenching his fingers unconsciously.

Lu Cheng rolled his eyes, a trace of cunning flashed across his eyes quickly, he glanced at Song Moran expressionlessly, and asked, "Shouldn't I ask you about this?"

After finishing speaking, Lu Cheng didn't look at Song Moran's reaction, got up and left without hesitation.

Seeing Lu Cheng's back disappearing quickly, Song Moran's head hurt more and more.

He frowned tightly, trying to recall what happened yesterday, but all the memories stopped abruptly after returning home, leaving only a blank space behind.

Song Moran couldn't remember how he came upstairs from the living room, and he didn't know why Lu Cheng woke up in his room. I don't know if he had any drunkenness yesterday...

All the unknowns suppressed Song Moran's mood, making him unable to act as if nothing had happened.

Not knowing what Song Moran was thinking, Lu Cheng walked downstairs briskly, with a proud expression on his face.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Moran finally walked down the stairs slowly.

His expression was calm, but he always avoided the sight of Lu Cheng intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing the strange atmosphere between the two, Uncle Zhao couldn't help frowning, curious about what happened yesterday.

The light breakfast ended soon, and Song Moran packed up his things and was about to leave, but a white and tender palm suddenly appeared in front of him, lightly blocking his way.

Looking at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him in surprise, Song Moran raised his eyebrows and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Are you going to the company? I want to be with you!" Lu Cheng deliberately put on an upright look, her long hair covering her reddish ear tips.

"No need," Song Moran refused without even thinking about it. Now that many things have happened in the company, he doesn't want the other party to see him in such a mess.

Lu Cheng stamped her feet in frustration, but never thought of giving up.

"I'll follow you," Lu Cheng said solemnly, and then retreated to the side, leaving enough space for Song Moran.

Seeing her stubborn appearance, a smile quickly flashed across Lu Cheng's eyes, raised his hand and patted the top of his head, and comforted him in a low voice, "Your health is not well yet, and the company is very busy, after waiting Let's go again in a while."

Lu Cheng glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Song Moran thought that he had acquiesced to his proposal, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and walked outside.

But after walking a few steps, Song Moran clearly heard the sound of footsteps behind her, his heart skipped a beat, and he turned around quickly, and sure enough, he saw Lu Cheng standing behind her, smiling happily.

Looking at her delicate appearance at this time, Song Moran only felt a headache.

"Are you sure you want to go there together?" Song Moran asked helplessly.

Lu Cheng nodded quickly, with a resolute expression on his face.

The two looked at each other quietly for a while, Song Moran took the lead to look back, he sighed a long time, turned and walked out,
A trace of complacency flashed across Lu Cheng's eyes, and he quickly chased after her.

After arriving at the company, Lu Cheng suddenly realized how difficult the trouble that Uncle Zhao was talking about was.

The company signboard hanging on the outer wall is still shining golden, but the people in the company are not as orderly as before. Although no one speaks loudly, the despair and worry emanating from the bones are clear.

Lu Cheng couldn't help but gasped, and after a long time of mental construction for himself, he walked in.

The old people in the company never thought that they could still see Lu Cheng, and one or two of them froze there, not knowing what to say.

Lu Cheng hooked the corners of her lips, and asked briskly, "Don't you even recognize me? Why such an expression?"

Only then did those people react suddenly, and quickly surrounded Lu Cheng in the center, looking at him with surprise.

"Didn't you go to another city? Why did you come to the company again?"

"I seem to have seen you and the president come together before, have you two reconciled?"

……

All kinds of questions buzzed around Lu Cheng's side, the expression on his face suddenly became stiff, and the veins on his forehead kept pulsating.

"I've already bought a ticket to leave, but I didn't expect something to happen in the middle, so I stayed here again."

"Yes, it's reconciled."

...

Lu Cheng patiently answered each of their questions, and under such communication, the jerkyness brought about by time slowly disappeared.

"What happened in the company?" Seeing that those people had relaxed, Lu Cheng's eyes flashed a flash of light, and asked softly pretending to be casual.