Shining Stars: First Producer

After a while, colleague C whispered a little unconvinced, "So what if I'm the president."

Lu Cheng didn't believe her ruthless words at all, and was about to make a phone call, but she saw her colleague C immediately quiet down.

Seeing such an immediate effect, Lu Cheng couldn't help snorting, "Sure enough."

She turned her hands over as she spoke, but nothing on the screen changed, which meant she didn't really make a call.

As soon as she made such a move, colleague c knew that she was being tricked, feeling the gazes coming from all directions, colleague c blushed.

He glared at Lu Cheng viciously, turned around and ran out.

Lu Cheng looked at her leaving back and shrugged, feeling inexplicably sad that the enemy was too weak.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Lu Cheng turned around, looked around, and asked kindly.

"No, you sit and sit."

The people next to him met his eyes, and couldn't help being clever, and said quickly.

Lu Cheng nodded, put the phone back expressionlessly, and sat down in his previous seat.

The matter seemed to calm down like this, but Lu Cheng knew in her heart that she doubted herself a little now.

Looking at colleagues who are so hostile to him, Lu Cheng feels that he can't imagine how they can cooperate.

Lu Cheng frowned, thinking in her heart.

The colleague c who ran out did not leave the company, she just abducted to the bathroom and made a call.

"Are you sure the president is really tired of deer and orange deer?"

When she was talking, she kept looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked horrifying.

She didn't know what the person opposite said, she lost control of her expression and shouted, "You are not afraid of anything, but I can't!"

The other person seemed to have promised her something, and colleague C's expression gradually became calm.

"You remember what you say," she emphasizes.

After hanging up the phone, colleague c casually threw the phone aside, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

The cold water flowed on his face, making his mood calm again.

In the office upstairs, Song Moran was rarely able to read the documents.

He subconsciously thought, what is Lucheng doing now?
"President," Assistant Song called out.

"Is Lucheng's work going well today?" Song Moran asked.

"Everything is going well," Assistant Song said with a strange expression, as if he was holding back something.

Song Moran raised his eyebrows to look at him, raised his voice at the end, with oppression, "Huh?"

Under Song Moran's gaze, Assistant Song's eyes flickered, and said, "There have been some rumors in the company during this period, and Lu Cheng and others discussed this matter."

Song Moran pursed his lips, he didn't know what to say, maybe it was a quarrel, and Assistant Song was talking about it.

"Let Lu Cheng come up." Song Moran ordered, his tone was the same as usual, making it difficult to tell his current mood.

"Okay," Assistant Song nodded, and put the rumors about Lu Cheng's fall from favor to the back of his mind.

Assistant Song closed the door and left, leaving Song Moran alone in the office lost in thought.

"Miss Lu," Assistant Song called softly as he stood at the door of the program group.

"Assistant Song? What's the matter?" Lu Cheng tilted his head, looking at him with some doubts.

"The president is looking for it," Assistant Song said, pointing his finger.

"Okay." Lu Cheng suddenly thought of how he was pretending to be a tiger before, and felt guilty, and walked out without asking any more questions.

When the two of them left one after the other, the column team suddenly became noisy.

Someone asked a colleague hesitantly, "With such a posture, does the president really care about nothing?"

No one could answer her question.

After colleague C came back, she rolled her eyes around, but she didn't see Lu Cheng's figure. She pursed her lips and said disdainfully, "Where did this person go to be lazy?"

She thought that after she said this, many people would agree, but in fact, everyone looked at her with complicated eyes.

She moved her feet, feeling a little uncomfortable, "What kind of eyes do you all have?"

Some people couldn't bear it, fearing that she would still be persistent in making Lu Cheng unhappy, so they persuaded, "Stop dealing with Lu Cheng in the future."

But she didn't expect that the kind advice would not be rewarded.

Colleague C stared angrily at the person who spoke just now, "You were brainwashed by her, right? She is a bitch!"

Everyone didn't expect her to behave like this, and looked at her in disbelief.

This kind of gaze irritated colleague C even more. She looked around with a ferocious face, and there seemed to be some kind of mist in her eyes, which made people afraid.

Assistant Song took Lu Cheng to the place and left, leaving only two people in the office.

Lu Cheng stood where she was, looking down at the tile under her feet, without saying a word.

But for some reason, Song Moran could see dissatisfaction from his drooping little head.

He was laughed out of anger, and he didn't say anything, just like this.

Lu Cheng's ears moved sensitively, and she seemed to hear laughter coming from the front.

Could it be Song Moran?Lu Cheng was thinking in her heart, she couldn't help raising her head quietly, and looked in Song Moran's direction, but she happened to meet his smiling eyes.

Those eyes, which were originally full of sharpness, became much softer under the melting of this smile, and there were bits of light in them, as if the entire starry sky was placed in the eyes.

Lu Cheng was stunned for a moment, she never thought that Song Moran's eyes lost their usual seriousness, and turned out to be so beautiful.

"Ahem," Lu Cheng's eyes were open, Song Moran stopped laughing and coughed twice.

Under such a reminder, Lu Cheng suddenly came back to his senses, his face was red from the ears to his neck, as if he had applied good rouge, it was a dewy red.

Her eyes are also moist, as if filled with a clear spring, occasionally sparkling with sparkling light.

The lips were bitten lightly probably because of shyness, and the white teeth were even whiter against the tender pink lips.

This is the most beautiful scenery in the world, Song Moran thought, and couldn't help reaching forward, wanting to touch her eyebrows, eyes and lips.

The skin-to-skin contact made both of them stunned. Lu Cheng raised his head in a daze, looking at Song Moran with puzzled eyes.

And Song Moran was more like being scalded by hot water, hastily withdrew his hand and put it behind his back.

But in my heart I was still reminiscing about the soft touch. I rubbed my index finger and thumb unconsciously, feeling the fleeting smoothness.

"You..." Lu Cheng looked at Song Moran who was very close to her, and the words Bai Xiaofei said to her yesterday flashed in her mind unconsciously.

"He doesn't like you, does he?" The refreshing male voice kept echoing in his mind, causing waves of echoes.