Shining Stars: First Producer

Seeing Uncle Zhao's solemn expression, Song Moran suddenly had a guess in his heart. He frowned and said coldly, "I don't want to discuss things related to Lucheng."

But Uncle Zhao, who had always been obedient to him, didn't immediately respond to this sentence. Instead, he looked at Song Moran sadly, his eyes full of disapproval.

"I know you like him," Uncle Zhao gritted his teeth, and asked in a low voice with some reluctance, "but does he really like you?"

Song Moran's expression suddenly darkened. No man likes to be suspicious like this, not to mention that this sentence came from the mouth of an elder who accompanied him since he was a child.

"Uncle Zhao," Song Moran said in a cold voice, the softness in his eyes has long since disappeared, "I respect you as an elder who grew up with me, but I hope you know how to measure and don't say anything to make me angry if."

Uncle Zhao's complexion turned gray all of a sudden, he looked at Song Moran in disbelief, and it took him a long time to slowly come back to his senses.

"Since you have a sense of proportion, I won't say much," Zhao Bo sighed, looking at Song Moran with disapproval.
Never wanting to be alone with him again, Song Moran snorted coldly, got up and left without hesitation.

Suddenly Uncle Zhao was the only one left in the spacious living room, sitting on the spot with a blank expression on his face, except for a few thoughts that flashed through his eyes because of the things he thought of from time to time, he didn't make any other movements.

Song Moran left angrily, but instead of going back to her bedroom immediately, she turned around and came to the guest room where Lu Cheng lived.

Perhaps it was because of the boredom of waiting alone in the company today, or because of Zhao Bo's inexplicable words, Song Moran squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the closed door, feeling inexplicably agitated.

In his opinion, this closed door is just a rejection of himself!

When Song Moran was ignorant, his eyes had gradually turned red. Although there was only a layer of faint pink, it still had a bit of evil charm, which diluted Song Moran's inherent indifference.

Several times, Song Moran unconsciously took out the key of the guest room, but after rubbing it in his hand for a long time, he still didn't really insert the key into the keyhole.

I don't know how long it took, Song Moran finally calmed down slowly, he sighed a long time, turned around and left slowly.

Although experienced some inexplicable runs by Uncle Zhao, Lucheng's sleep was not affected much, and when he woke up, he could already see the sunlight outside.

Lu Cheng stretched comfortably, not knowing what Song Moran had been hesitating outside his door for a long time last night.

Quickly tidying himself up, Lu Cheng got up and went downstairs, but just as he opened the door a small crack, he saw a black figure standing outside the door with sharp eyes.

Dazed for a moment, Lu Cheng looked at the slowly revealed figure in surprise, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"I'm waiting for you," Song Moran murmured as he looked at Lu Cheng's pretty figure almost greedily.

Listening to Song Moran's sweet words, a smile flashed across Lu Cheng's eyes, she pursed her lips in embarrassment, and secretly hugged Song Moran's thin waist.

Then, before the other party could react, he let go quickly and took two steps back.

The warm touch disappeared in a flash, Song Moran looked at Lu Cheng who was lowering his head in surprise, and didn't know what to say for a long time.

"Go down and eat," Lu Cheng coughed lightly, deliberately making a nonchalant look, and said in a low voice,
"Well," Song Moran nodded, his expression unchanged.

Lu Cheng patted his chest secretly, looking relieved, quickly turned around and walked downstairs.

The moment she turned around, Song Moran quickly took two steps forward, and held her tightly in her arms.

"This is a hug," Song Moran said solemnly. The vibration of the gun seemed to be transmitted all the way to Lu Cheng's body while speaking, making him numb all over.

Just like Song Moran before, Lu Cheng stood there in a daze, dumbfounded.

At some point, Song Moran slowly let go of Lu Cheng's arm, chuckled and said in a low voice, "Go down and eat."

Seeing that Lu Cheng was still in such a daze after speaking, Song Moran shook his head helplessly, took her delicate fingers, and walked down step by step.

Has been arranged to sit down.It was only then that Lu Cheng realized it all at once, he covered his eyes in a little bewilderment, but revealed his red and transparent earlobes.

For some reason, watching Lu Cheng's series of performances, Song Moran's depression of being left behind yesterday slowly began to dissipate until there was nothing left.

I don't know if it was because of the conversation with Song Moran yesterday that Uncle Zhao seemed to have given up appearing in front of the two of them.

Lu Cheng was a little entangled at first, not knowing how to communicate with Uncle Zhao, but he never thought that the other party would never show up. This unexpected joy made Lu Cheng completely relaxed.

Looking at the obvious smile on Lu Cheng's face, Song Moran asked softly with some doubts, "What did you remember? Why are you so happy?"

Not wanting to provoke the relationship between Uncle Zhao and Song Moran, the smile on Lu Cheng's face restrained a little, and he said quietly, "My big plan can finally be implemented, so I'm very happy."

"This is indeed a very happy thing," Song Moran nodded with a chuckle, but the fingers hanging by his side couldn't help tightening, because he knew that Lu Cheng was not telling the truth.

"Can't you tell me your plan yet?" Song Moran asked softly, looking at her softly.

Lu Cheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly, saying, "Of course... that's fine!"

Seeing Lu Cheng's funny appearance, Song Moran shook his head helplessly, slowly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and put on an appearance of listening attentively.

"I heard that the company has encountered some troubles, and I want to help you do something, but I don't know who in the company I can trust, so I plan to plan a program by myself." Lu Cheng said with a smile, unconsciously in his eyes A bit of pride passed by.

"Are you doing everything to help me?" Song Moran asked in a low voice in disbelief, and his obsidian-like eyes gradually began to glow with warmth.

Lu Cheng nodded for granted, looked at him puzzled, and asked, "If it wasn't for helping you, why would I have to suffer and support a show by myself?"

Song Moran froze there, watching Lu Cheng's eyes constantly changing, unable to recover for a long time.