Shining Stars: First Producer

Seeing her lowered head in dejection, Song Moran couldn't help frowning, feeling a little dissatisfied with Assistant Song who spoke on his own terms just now.

"Don't go out alone next time." He said flatly.

But just like that, Lu Cheng was well appeased by her usual performance, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly raised her hand to her ear to assure her that she was full of expectations, "I will definitely remember next time! "

Song Moran looked up at her, secretly raised the corners of his lips, and said, "I still have to go out tonight, you come with me, and clean up now."

"En!" Lu Cheng nodded vigorously, and seemed to hear a low laugh coming from ahead in a trance.

But when she raised her head and saw that Song Moran still had the same expressionless face just now, Lu Cheng frowned, wondering in her heart if she had auditory hallucinations because she didn't have a good rest during this period.

Song Moran didn't know what was going on in her heart. Seeing her changing expression, a smile flashed in her eyes, and she turned and left.

"You talked a little too much just now." Sitting on the sofa, Song Moran locked his eyes on Assistant Song standing in front of him, and his voice could not discern emotion.

Feeling the oppression coming from all directions, Assistant Song lowered his head, his face turned pale, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"You have been with me for a long time, and I don't want to change you for the time being," Song Moran said, his mouth seemed to have ice in his mouth when he spoke, and the words he spit out were icy cold.

Assistant Song's body seemed to tremble a bit, and it took him a while to hear him reluctantly say, "I remember."

Song Moran was still a little dissatisfied with this answer, frowned and said nothing.

It was getting dark soon, and when Lu Cheng came down, she was still dressed in the same clothes as before, which made Song Moran a little helpless.

"We're going to a dinner party," before Song Moran finished speaking, Lu Cheng understood what he meant and blinked blankly.

After a while, she lowered her head with stiff hands and feet, looked at herself in light casual clothes, and said, "But the clothes I brought are all of this type."

The two looked at each other, Lu Cheng's slender fingers tightly grasped the thin fabric, as if he didn't notice the wrinkles on it.

After being silent for a while, Song Moran turned his head and told Assistant Song, "Go get someone to send you two dresses."

"Okay." Assistant Song nodded, looking at Lu Cheng with still no warmth in his eyes.

But because of what Song Moran said yesterday, he didn't show it clearly, only Lu Cheng felt something was wrong.

"No need," Lu Cheng didn't want Song Moran to spend so much money on himself, so he stopped.

But under Song Moran's gaze, Lu Cheng's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally it was almost stuck in his throat, ambiguous.

"You want to go to the dinner just like this?" Song Moran looked at Lu Cheng and said casually.

Although his tone was calm, Lu Cheng felt a feeling of being underestimated in his heart.

She frowned, stared at Song Moran with round almond eyes, and said angrily, "Why do I have to go? I don't have to go!"

"You don't want to go? Huh?" Song Moran picked up the ending slightly, and immediately became less cold and more evil.

Lu Cheng froze for a moment, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

But when she looked up and accidentally saw Song Moran's eyes, the rosiness on her face disappeared and she became extremely pale.

Because she saw that Song Muran's phoenix eyes seemed to be filled with ice for thousands of years, just looking at each other made her want to tremble, there was no gentle change in his tone.

"I didn't say I didn't want to go," Lu Cheng muttered in a low voice, his tone weakened.

"That's how it is," Song Moran nodded in satisfaction, and waved at Assistant Song casually, signaling that he could leave.

Lu Cheng looked at Song Moran eagerly, and struggled to speak, "That one is fine, there is no need for two, two."

Staring at Song Moran's cold gaze, she stammered and finished speaking, seeing Song Moran frowned, as if thinking, Lu Cheng was overjoyed.

"Then three." Song Moran said lightly, as if he didn't see Lu Cheng's sudden change in expression and the staring gaze at him.

Lu Cheng was very angry at Song Moran's completely uncooperative attitude, but she didn't dare to say anything else, for fear that he would be overwhelmed for a while and suddenly add another one, so she could only bite her lip and stare at him.

But everyone didn't know that Song Moran didn't take her stare seriously at all, but rather enjoyed it.

Assistant Song came back soon, and the clothes in his hands were all of the same type, and the layers of gauze were like clouds and fog.

"Go," Song Moran raised his hand, signaling Lu Cheng to go upstairs.

The matter seemed to be a foregone conclusion, Lu Cheng almost took a piece of clothing tremblingly.

The foggy purple long skirt is layered upon layers, with layers of folds falling down, walking into the vaguely thin and slender calves, and the shoulder blades are hollowed out, revealing the deer orange fair skin.

Song Moran looked at the person who was slowly walking towards him, his eyes gradually became darker, he wanted to hide Lu Cheng and hide it in his arms.

Lu Cheng seldom wears this type of clothes, and always feels uncomfortable when walking.

The long skirt dragged on the ground, drawing a long hem, like water ripples.

"Is it ugly?" Lu Cheng timidly stood in front of Song Moran, looking up at him.

Because she didn't know how to tidy up her hair, it was casually scattered behind, looking like a princess in distress praying and looking at her prince.

Song Moran's throat moved, and he swallowed subconsciously, feeling a little dry.

"Why don't you speak?" Lu Cheng didn't get a response from Song Moran, she tilted her head a little puzzled, her long eyelashes cast soft shadows, and she could see bits and pieces of light in her eyes.

Song Moran coughed, tilted his head slightly, and said in a deep voice, "It's beautiful."

Lu Cheng could see that the tips of his ears were reddish, as if they were glowing under the light, and for some reason, there was bursts of sweetness in his heart.

She stretched out her hand to grab her hair, pouted and said with some annoyance, "But what should I do with my hair?"

The jet-black hair fell softly on her shoulders, Song Moran resisted the urge to touch it, and said in a flat tone, "It's okay, I'll take you to find someone later."

"Okay." Lu Cheng nodded obediently, as if it was not easy to tell who Song Moran was talking about.

Just as the two were saying this, Lin Lance walked over from nowhere, stood opposite Lu Cheng, his eyes were full of admiration, "Lu Cheng, you are so beautiful today that makes people enchanted."