Shining Stars: First Producer

"It's nothing, I just drove to the company suddenly for some reason, and I was taken aback for a while." Lu Cheng said quickly, trying to cover up.

Bai Xiaofei raised his head slightly, looked at the signboard that looked even more unattainable under the sun, and pursed his lips.

After a while, he said, "Is this your company, it looks great."

Lu Cheng pursed her lips, looking very proud, "Of course!"

After she finished speaking, she paused for a moment, then said secretly in her heart, "It's because of the good management."

"Why are you blushing?" Bai Xiaofei nodded, inadvertently saw Lu Cheng's bright red cheeks, and asked worriedly.

"It's okay," Lu Cheng shook his head, put his cold hands on his face, trying to cool down the temperature on his face.

Bai Xiaofei looked at her helplessly, obviously not believing her, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Lu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, because she didn't know how to explain it to Bai Xiaofei, and she also didn't know why her face became hot just because she just thought of Song Moran.

"Why does that car look familiar?" Assistant Song looked at the red shadow in front of him and said to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly came to his senses, and turned his head to look at Song Moran in the back seat reflexively.

Because he recognized that this car was the one Song Moran gave Lu Cheng two days ago.

Song Moran saw the car earlier than him, with a blank expression on his face.

The car he gave to Lu Cheng is now being used by her to take other men for a walk? !
This fact kept repeating in his heart, bringing a dull pain.

"Let's go," after a long time, Song Moran withdrew his straight gaze and said in a calm voice.

The low-key black luxury car left quickly and merged into the passing traffic without attracting anyone's attention.

Lu Cheng didn't know that he had been silently observed by others for a long time.

"Let's go!" she said, patting herself on the face one last time.

"Okay," Bai Xiaofei nodded obediently, "You decide."

Lu Cheng turned his face away, and forcibly controlled his urge to pat his head.

"Don't be so obedient in the future!" Lu Cheng said helplessly, she was obviously of the same age, but she always had the mentality of an elder.

Bai Xiaofei was a little dazed, didn't speak, and Lu Cheng didn't say anything else.

It was not until the color of the fiery red sunset gradually weakened, and the sky gradually showed its original dark blue, that the two returned home.

After eating, Lu Cheng lay leisurely on the sofa, picking up a book and flipping through it.

While Lu Cheng was enjoying his leisure time, Song Moran was frowning tightly, full of discomfort.

He still felt a little uncomfortable about what he saw this afternoon.

"Are there any overseas arrangements tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yes, it's an invitation to Fashion Week, and you've already accepted it," Assistant Song said after a little thought.

"You tell Lu Cheng to go with her tomorrow." Song Moran said without thinking.

"..." Assistant Song hesitated for a moment, but did not respond immediately.

"Is there any question?" Song Moran stared at Assistant Song and asked in a deep voice.

"No." Under Song Moran's gaze, Assistant Song shook his head quickly.

Even if there was any problem, he didn't dare to say it, Assistant Song sighed in his heart, his senses towards Lucheng began to become a little complicated.

At this time, the phone rang suddenly, Lu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and couldn't remember who would contact her for a while.

"Miss Lu?" Assistant Song asked.

"Yes, Assistant Song, who is this?" Lu Cheng nodded, she couldn't imagine what would happen if Assistant Song called her at this time?

"Tomorrow the president is going abroad to participate in a fashion week, you go with him." Assistant Song said.

"Ah?" Lu Cheng was a little surprised, and hesitated to say no, "Tomorrow morning? It's already so late now, the ticket..."

Assistant Song interrupted her, "You don't need to worry about these, there will be someone in the company who can handle them well."

"Okay," Lu Cheng still hesitated.

"Yes," Assistant Song emphasized, "You must arrive tomorrow."

"Okay," Lu Cheng reluctantly replied, thinking about Assistant Song's care for her.

"President, Miss Lu has already agreed." Assistant Song said.

"Well," Song Moran nodded, and when everything was settled, he felt that he was a bit domineering, so he couldn't help asking, "Did she ask anything?"

"Miss Lu was a little worried about the air ticket at first," Assistant Song said sincerely, "but she quickly agreed."

Song Moran nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Because thinking about today's task, Lu Cheng got up early in the morning, and couldn't help complaining when he and Bai Xiaofei went for a morning jog.

"I don't know what Song Moran is thinking," Lu Cheng curled her lips, "The arrangement arrived this morning, and I just told me last night."

"Maybe it was just decided," Bai Xiaofei comforted.

"But I don't want to go abroad," Lu Cheng said softly.

"It's okay, just remember, when you are outside, don't go out alone." As a person who can go to the African savannah to take pictures of animals, Bai Xiaofei has long been accustomed to going abroad.

"Hey," Lu Cheng sighed, thinking that there was no turning point anyway, so he didn't think about it anymore.

"Remember to follow me closely," Song Moran said to Lu Cheng.

"Okay." Lu Cheng nodded, thinking that it's not too early, and looking at Song Moran who was walking slowly, he couldn't help asking, "What time is the ticket?"

"It's still early, don't worry," Song Moran comforted.

Lu Cheng was obedient and didn't speak again, she lowered her head quietly.

Because of the low air pressure on her side, Song Moran couldn't help but keep looking over.

"Isn't it good to go out and have fun? Your dream is to become the number one producer in the industry. This kind of fashion week is essential," Song Moran said lightly.

Lu Cheng nodded, thinking of her dream, she quickly adjusted her mood.

"Can I take a stroll there?" Lu Cheng blinked her watery eyes and looked at Song Moran.

Song Moran lowered his eyes, and his tone was as flat as ever, "No."

But only he himself knows that such a flat surface is wrapped in a heart that is boiling like magma.

Under Lu Cheng's gaze, Song Moran thought, if it wasn't for her own control ability to be online, she would definitely not be able to help but agree to all her requests.

Lu Cheng didn't expect Song Moran to refuse so mercilessly, she couldn't help watching Assistant Song's performance out of the corner of her eye, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief seeing that he didn't respond.

"Why not!" Lu Cheng puffed her cheeks and looked at Song Moran angrily.

"You are not familiar with foreign countries," Song Moran sighed in his heart, explaining somewhat weakly.

But this point of weakness was too obvious, and Lu Cheng didn't notice it at all.