Shining Stars: First Producer

After finally leaving the catwalk, Song Moran couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

"President," Assistant Song's expression was a little ugly, and he looked at him with disapproval, "You shouldn't just come out like this."

Song Moran paused when he was walking, turned his head to look at Assistant Song carefully, and after a while he snorted coldly, "Assistant Song, don't forget your identity."

"I remember," Assistant Song replied with a pale face and nodded.

Song Moran walked in front, feeling a little strange in his heart, Assistant Song has been by his side for so long, why did he suddenly become so ignorant of the rules?
He didn't know that it was because of his special treatment of Lucheng that Assistant Song couldn't help but forget some of his original appearance.

Assistant Song followed Song Moran, and he didn't dare to say a word on his own.

"Go to the hospital." After Song Moran finished speaking, he half leaned on the backrest, closed his eyes and meditated.

Assistant Song sat in the co-pilot and didn't speak.

The driver who drove them had been under Song Moran for a long time, and when they came up, he was sensitive to find that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the two of them.

He didn't dare to speak at the moment, and quietly drove the car forward.

After a day of treatment yesterday, Lucheng's body has recovered a lot. Although she still has some symptoms of a cold, she is much more relaxed than yesterday.

After finding out that Song Moran hadn't come this morning, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put yesterday's events behind her.

He went out with a grin, planning to explore the hospital.

After a long while, she came back disheveled and depressed.

At this moment, the door of the ward was gently pushed open, Lu Cheng thought it was the medical staff in the hospital, and didn't even move.

So when Song Moran walked in, what he saw was a Lucheng squatting beside the bed, like a child who was sulking with him, making people want to coax him.

Song Moran coughed dryly, reminding Lu Cheng who was defenseless against him.

"Why are you here?" Lu Cheng jumped up suddenly, turned around, and looked at Song Moran warily.

Seeing her defensive action, Song Moran's eyes darkened, and it took a while for him to return to normal.

"Your mobile phone." He said, handing you a new mobile phone.

Lu Cheng blinked her eyes, quickly took the phone back with one hand, glanced at it, and said suspiciously, "This is not my phone."

Song Moran's expression changed for a moment, and his tone was flat, "Your phone broke on the way, it's a new one."

Lu Cheng blinked, and happily accepted his explanation.

"How do you feel today?" Song Moran asked.

"Not bad," Lu Cheng shrugged and said casually.

After asking this sentence, the two fell into silence again.

After a long time, Lu Cheng plucked up the courage to ask, "Am I special to you?"

She had never said such a blunt word before, and before she finished speaking, her ears and cheeks turned red.

Reason told him that she shouldn't believe what Assistant Song said yesterday, but her impulsiveness made her involuntarily ask Song Moran directly today.

"Special?" Song Moran frowned and thought about the answer seriously.

He never really thought about this question, and he didn't know whether Lucheng was special to him.

After a while, he shook his head.

"Not special?" Lu Cheng tentatively opened her mouth, her tone of disappointment was easily detectable.

Song Moran still shook his head.

"Is it special?" Lu Cheng asked again, with a strange expression on his face.

Song Moran still shook his head.

Song Moran shook his head to express his rejection of the two possibilities, and the expression on Lu Cheng's face changed, becoming the same calm as Song Moran.

"I don't understand."

Song Moran watched her performance, with a slight smile on his face, which made Lu Cheng stunned on the spot.

"You..." Song Moran said hesitantly, which made Lu Cheng react immediately.

"I was normal just now!" Lu Cheng emphasized with blushing and staring eyes.

Song Moran looked at her calmly, just one look made Lu Cheng give up her resistance.

She covered her face with her hands, and said in a muffled voice, "Okay, I admit, I thought you were stupid just now."

After finishing speaking, he paused, and then said sincerely, "President, I think you should smile more, our company will definitely get better and better in the future."

The words Lu Cheng said made Song Moran a little helpless, he couldn't find the causal relationship between the two at all.

After standing for a while, seeing that Lu Cheng seemed to be planning to continue covering his face to the end, he said, "You take good care of your illness, we can go back in two days."

Lu Cheng nodded, even her hospital clothes couldn't stop her flying breath.

Feeling that there was no one in front of him, Lu Cheng cautiously put down his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sure enough, beauty is misleading people." She said, with some emotion in her tone.

In the next two days, Song Moran would come to the ward to sit with her when he was free.

Probably because of getting used to it, Lu Cheng felt a little uncomfortable at first, but then gradually became calm.

"Are you going back today?" Feeling the long-lost air without the smell of disinfectant, Lu Cheng was a little excited.

Song Moran nodded, directing the driver to go to the airport.

Even if Song Moran didn't answer her words, Lu Cheng's good mood along the way was not interrupted.

Although Lu Cheng only went out for a short three or four days, when she got off the plane and actually stood at the place where she grew up, she was still a little moved.

"It's good to be home," Lu Cheng sighed with emotion.

Song Moran stood quietly by the side without saying a word. For him, running around for work seemed to have become a norm.

As a matter of course, he didn't have Lu Cheng's delicate psychological feelings, but he was tangled in his heart about when to give the gift.

Lu Cheng didn't know these psychological activities in his heart, turned around to look at him with a smile and said, "President, I want to ask for a day off."

Song Moran looked at her chin that had become thinner due to illness, and nodded in agreement.

Lu Cheng left soon, and now she just wants to go home and have a good sleep.

This day, Bai Xiaofei was shutting himself up at home, neither working nor playing, just keeping himself in an absolutely quiet state, thinking carefully.

But he tried for a long time, but he couldn't really calm down, because he would always involuntarily worry about Lucheng who was far away abroad.

"I don't know how Lucheng is doing now? Will that person take good care of her?" Bai Xiaofei frowned. He already knew that it was Song Moran who was on the phone with him that day, and felt a little pain in his heart.

Every time he thinks of this, his thoughts start to run wild uncontrollably, making all the preparatory activities he had done before fall short.

"Alas," sighed, Bai Xiaofei was about to start over, but suddenly heard the sound of a door being pushed open next door.