Shining Stars: First Producer

Song Moran could vaguely see her eyes blinking non-stop, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't wait for her next move.

He couldn't help frowning, and said in a low tone, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Lu Cheng blinked a little faster, and after a while, she said in a puzzled voice, "What am I going to say? Do you want to make sure you won't faint during working hours next time?"

Song Moran didn't expect her to have such an attitude, and he was stunned for a moment. He couldn't say those comforting words after finally thinking of them.

"You have a good rest in the hospital," Song Moran insisted forcefully, before he finished speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Lu Cheng's reaction.

When Lu Cheng realized something was wrong and quickly pulled the handkerchief off his face, Song Moran's back had disappeared behind the door.

She pursed her lips, a little guilty.

Assistant Song knew Song Moran was in a bad mood the first time he saw him, and carefully planned to avoid some topics that might make him feel even worse.

In the beginning, all of Song Moran's performances were fine. Although he was in a bad mood, he usually had an indifferent expression, and no one else could see anything.

But in the afternoon, when Assistant Song proposed that Lucheng should not be allowed to participate in tomorrow's fashion week, Song Moran's expression suddenly became a little ugly.

"Let her have a good rest," Song Moran said.

Assistant Song Nuonuo nodded, thinking more about Lu Cheng in his heart.

So at night, Assistant Song came to the hospital where Lu Cheng lived alone.

"Why are you here?" Lu Cheng made no secret of her surprise, and her tone was somewhat complicated.

During this period of time, she clearly felt Assistant Song's alienation from her, and she also understood that the people who helped her in the company at the beginning would never come back.

Although she felt sad, she also knew that people are complex creatures, and closeness and estrangement are inevitable.

"Lu Cheng," Assistant Song looked at her in a cold voice for a long time, then said slowly, "What kind of person do you think our president is?"

"What?" Lu Cheng didn't understand why Assistant Song would suddenly ask such a question?
Seeing the puzzled expression on Lu Cheng's face, Assistant Song frowned and urged, "Say it quickly."

"The appearance is indifferent, but the heart is very kind," Lu Cheng said slowly, recalling Song Moran's usual behavior.

However, Assistant Song sneered disdainfully. He looked at Lu Cheng with a half-smile and said, "Then do you know why the president looks like this in front of you?"

Lu Cheng instinctively wanted to interrupt Assistant Song, but the curiosity in her heart made her unable to keep listening.

"Because you are special!" Assistant Song said firmly and swearingly, Lu Cheng couldn't help but not believe it.

"Special?" Lu Cheng said these two words slowly, her heart beating like a drum.

Assistant Song had already turned his head at this time, and before walking out of the room, he left a last sentence, "I just hope that you will not rely on the president's special treatment of you to do whatever you want."

That's all Assistant Song said, without looking at Lu Cheng's performance, he turned and left.

After all, he just can't understand that Lucheng can get all the tolerance from Song Moran.

As soon as the cold wind blew outside the ward, Assistant Song's congested and excited mind suddenly calmed down. He recalled what he had just said to Lu Cheng, and his expression was a little tangled.

Lu Cheng in the ward was seriously thinking about what Assistant Song had just said.

"Special?" Lu Cheng seems to only remember this word now, and keeps repeating it in his mouth.

After a while, Lu Cheng found that there seemed to be only one explanation for this word, and she lay down on the bed with some annoyance.

He casually put his hand aside, but touched something soft.

Lu Cheng was startled, and quickly rolled to the side, and it took a while to realize that this should be the handkerchief that was casually put aside before.

When she thought of the handkerchief, she couldn't help but think of Song Moran, the woody scent on his body, and what Assistant Song said just now.

Lu Cheng struggled all night and stayed awake for half the night. When she woke up the next day, huge dark circles hung high on her face.

The next day, because he was going to participate in the fashion week, Song Moran was so busy that he didn't have time to come to the hospital. The same was true for Assistant Song who was by his side.

There was no one to take care of her, not only did Lu Cheng not feel sad, but she was relieved.

She hasn't figured out what happened yesterday, and Lu Cheng feels that she has no way to face Song Moran now.

The one who had completely different thoughts from her was Song Moran who was at the Fashion Week. Although he was angry with Lu Cheng yesterday, he still couldn't help but worry about her body.

The models and clothes at the fashion week complement each other, and the combination of the two adds to the beauty. Almost everyone is looking at those clothes and models intently.

They stare at them, admire them, and even want to hug and kiss them.

Among all the fanatical believers, Song Moran, who had a frosty face, was probably the most outstanding one.

Although his eyes were on the stage of the catwalk, his heart had already drifted to the ward of the hospital.

What's more, in his eyes, everything on these stages is not as good as looking back at Lu Cheng who was wearing a dress that day.

Fortunately, Assistant Song next to him has been carefully recording and observing, and doing his job perfectly, so that their fashion week will not be a waste of time.

After the show, Song Moran wanted to leave in a hurry, but was surrounded by other people.

"Why is your expression so serious? Don't you like them?" said the bearded man.

He was the person sitting next to Song Moran, and he had been wondering for a long time, and now he couldn't help but ask when he had the opportunity.

Song Moran had been preparing for this fashion week for a long time, and he immediately recognized that the person who was asking him a question was a very famous fashion designer.

He frowned, and replied evasively, "I think whether I like it or not has nothing to do with my expression."

The bearded man frowned, obviously not liking his answer, but he couldn't think of anything to refute for a while, so he sat down resentfully.

Song Moran nodded at him, turned around and wanted to leave, but he stopped him unexpectedly.

"Aren't you going to dinner today?" he asked.

"No!" Song Moran shook his head, he was in a hurry to go to the hospital to see how Lu Cheng's body was doing.

But his answer caused the bearded man to smile, "You are really an interesting person."

Song Moran smiled and said nothing.