Shining Stars: First Producer

"Arguing? A woman dares to quarrel with the CEO? He is really amazing!" Someone exclaimed.

They can also be regarded as elites in the industry, but they still trembled uncontrollably when facing Song Moran, but among the old people in the company, Lu Orange showed no fear. This kind of comparison made those people restrain themselves. Cheng's dissatisfaction, the rest is only deep curiosity.

"Yes, Lu Cheng is a very talented program planner..." The old man in the company looked at the curious eyes of the people next to him, and said softly while recalling.

As time passed bit by bit, the people next to him couldn't help but fell into the memories fabricated by the other party, and their feelings for Lu Cheng were very complicated.

"Although I still don't like him a little bit, but I don't hate him as much as I did at the beginning," this is what most people think.

While they were listening to the story, the man had already neatly packed his things. The small wooden box completely wiped out all the hard work in the company over the past few years.

Looking at the empty desktop, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"It turns out that this is everything for a few years," she sighed softly, with a surprised expression on her face.

Those people finally discovered what was going on in a corner, and the atmosphere that had gradually become cheerful became heavy again.

"Do you have to go?" Someone asked softly, eyes full of reluctance.

The man blinked quickly, suppressed the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and whispered pretending to be disapproving, "If it's just a change of job or location, why do you all make it look like you're parting ways?"

Listening to his self-mockery, those people didn't say anything, they just watched them leave Song's company.

It may be because of seeing off a familiar companion. In the following time, this once lively place became deserted, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

When Bai Xiaofei and Lu Cheng finally finished their day's journey, the sky had gradually darkened, and the moon climbed up at some point, hanging above their heads.

"I'll take you back," Bai Xiaofei said softly with a smile.

Lu Cheng hesitated for a moment and finally nodded lightly, pursing the corners of her lips in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Then I will trouble you."

Bai Xiaofei didn't answer, and quietly steered the car towards the place that made him feel stuck.

Seeing Lu Cheng get off from a strange car again, Uncle Zhao's face suddenly darkened, and he looked at him with disapproval.

"Uncle Zhao," Lu Cheng shouted, smiling brightly.

But his behavior like this is another crime in Uncle Zhao's eyes. His face was tense, and he looked at Lu Cheng with dissatisfaction.

"Where did you go? Who sent you back?" Uncle Zhao asked coldly.

Seeing Uncle Zhao's performance, Lu Cheng couldn't help frowning, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed across his heart.

"I went out to play with my friends," Lu Cheng took a deep breath, barely suppressing the irritability in his heart, and said in a low voice with no expression on his face.

"Why didn't you come back with the young master?" Uncle Zhao asked again as if he didn't feel anything.

"This has nothing to do with you." Lu Cheng was annoyed in her heart, but she still had to take into account Uncle Zhao's identity and relationship with Song Moran, but her face became a little stiff.

Uncle Zhao still wanted to say something, but Lu Cheng had passed him neatly and walked in, leaving only a slender figure behind.

Song Moran sat in the office with a stiff face, looking at everything outside with a blank expression, the aura around him became more and more cold,

Where did you go, Song Moran couldn't help thinking in his heart, his expression was very stiff.

In the early hours of the morning, Song Moran stood up from his chair and dialed Uncle Zhao's phone expressionlessly.

"Has Lucheng gone back?" Song Moran asked coldly.

"I'm back," Uncle Zhao said, his expression changed, and he wanted to tell Song Moran what he saw today.

But before he could really speak, Song Moran hung up the phone neatly.

He walked around the empty office anxiously, feeling very depressed, but he didn't know who he could get angry at.

Forcibly suppressing the irritability in his heart, Song Moran walked out expressionlessly. He seemed to be the only one left in the bustling company.

But what surprised the man was that just as he got off the underground parking lot, he saw someone quietly waiting beside the car.

"Excuse me, is this Song Muran, Mr. Song?" The man asked softly with a smile on his face, his suit and leather shoes were all untidy.

Song Moran's eyes quickly turned around on him, and finally retracted casually.

"Who sent you here?" Song Moran asked in a low voice with no expression on his face.

The man took two quick steps forward, took out a thin invitation card in his hand, bent down and handed it over.

"This is an invitation card from Mr. Tang," the man said softly, "I hope you can come then,"

The tense touch made Song Moran frowned slightly, subconsciously throwing it into the trash can,

But the man seemed to have noticed Song Moran's thoughts, and said softly, "Mr. Tang said that you must want to go, because he has news about Lucheng in his hand."

Lucheng will always be Song Moran's Achilles' heel.

After the man finished speaking the threatening words, he saw Song Moran's fingers moving. Finally, he suppressed the impulse in his heart and reluctantly put the invitation in his palm.

Seeing the car disappearing quickly in front of him, the man slowly came back to his senses, feeling deeply moved.

"So that person named Lu Cheng really had such a great influence on Song Moran," he sighed softly, shook his head slightly, turned and walked out.

"The invitation has been delivered to Song Moran," the man said softly, "I believe he will pass."

Tang Chen looked at the still immature subordinate in front of him with a smile on his face, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "Thanks to you, this month's bonus is doubled."

There is no one who doesn't like money, the man's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he looked at Tang Chen impatiently.

"Uncle Zhao? Why aren't you asleep yet?" Song Moran looked at the old man sitting under the light in surprise, and asked in a low voice with some doubts.

"I think there are some things that I need to have a good talk with you," Uncle Zhao said.

Song Moran raised his eyebrows, and instead of rushing to clean up, he sat quietly by the side and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to say?"