Shining Stars: First Producer

With some annoyance caused by what Song Moran said, Lu Cheng strode vigorously to his own job.

There seemed to be a thin layer of dust on the table, and there were some materials that did not belong to me.

She frowned tightly, looked around, and asked in a cold voice, "Whose thing do you belong to?"

Those people looked at each other, then turned to face the computer screen again, and no one spoke for a long time.

Lu Cheng stared, her round almond eyes became even bigger.

"No one wants it? Then I'll clean it up together." Lu Cheng said, already picking up the rag that he took out from nowhere.

Still no one spoke, Lu Cheng shrugged and didn't ask any more questions.

Thinking that he has done his best, Lu Cheng didn't feel much guilt when he threw them into the trash can.

After so long, she has already known what kind of person can live more comfortably.

After going back and forth a few times, Lu Cheng looked at the desktop where people could be vaguely seen and the neat documents and materials on it, and the corners of her lips curled up in satisfaction.

On the first day back from the holiday, Lu Cheng always wanted to turn around and share with Song Moran whatever information she saw, but every time she turned around and saw a strange face, she suddenly realized that it was no longer the time to be abroad.

With a long sigh, Lu Cheng never let go of her tightly furrowed brows, she was a little confused about what she was thinking right now.

Upstairs and downstairs are in the same mood.

After not hearing her cheerful voice for a long time, Song Moran's expression got worse and worse.

Assistant Song knocked on the door carefully and walked in with the lightest steps.

"President, these are the high-heeled shoes you ordered earlier." He gently placed the gift box in his hand on the table, and the ribbon underneath trembled slightly, as if there was a little light in it.

"Give it to Lucheng," Song Moran said casually, but then changed his words, "Forget it, put it here first."

"Okay." Assistant Song still had the previous expression, as if he hadn't noticed the struggle in his tone that he had never seen before.

"Well," Song Moran nodded, not intending to speak again.

Assistant Song consciously opened the door and walked out.

If it was Song Moran, he might have been talking to Assistant Song, but some of Assistant Song's performance during this time made him a little dissatisfied.

Song Moran's dissatisfaction has always been clear. Although Assistant Song is a little helpless, he can only restrain himself.

The office with no one else was quiet again, Song Moran stared deeply at the pink ribbon on the table that was incompatible with the overall style of the office.

With his broad palm, he gently tore the bow apart, removed the cover, and revealed the contents inside.

There is no high heel that does not seem to match the name of the high heels. The overall style is simple and elegant, but it has a unique design on the tip of the shoe.

A touch of color is almost open and closed from front to back. It should break the silence of the whole pair of shoes, individuality, publicity and calmness. This is almost the opposite style combined with each other, giving people a special beauty.

This is Song Moran's favorite shoe when he saw it at the fashion week. Of course, he wanted to give it to Lucheng as a gift.

But when he was abroad, Song Moran didn't think about it at all because of his busy schedule. When he returned to China, Lu Cheng directly asked for leave.

Going around all the way, with the shoes still in his hands, Song Moran's expression was a bit complicated.

Suppressing his feeling that something was wrong, Lu Cheng was a little listless throughout the day. 
The printed materials are placed on the table, waiting for the occasional blessing of the owner.

After receiving the news that Song Moran had returned to China, Su Xiaoyue tidied herself exquisitely and appropriately, and after confirming her make-up intact for the last time, she came to the company with her latest new favorite bag.

During this period of time, there was no Lu Cheng to block her in front of her, and Tang Chen, who was in power in the company, unconditionally favored her, Su Xiaoyue looked more and more delicate.

Exquisite facial features, bewitching eyebrows, and an impeccable figure, none of them are envied by others.

Su Xiaoyue's vanity was greatly satisfied by the astonishing gazes of the passers-by.

"President," Su Xiaoyue curled the corners of her lips, her slightly raised eyes were a little red, and when she looked at people, she seemed to be wearing hooks, which made people unable to look away.

It stands to reason that Su Xiaoyue's conditions would be unfavorable to everyone, but she suffered more than one nail in front of Song Moran.

Song Moran didn't notice Su Xiaoyue's little scheming at the end of her eyes at all, and said without raising her head, "Is there something wrong?"

There was no warmth in his tone when he spoke, as if the person standing next to him was not Su Xiaoyue, but just someone, the highest level of succinctness was probably like this.

Having never seen Song Moran's performance in front of Lu Cheng, Lu Cheng has no other thoughts about his response, at most he just feels that he has a cold temperament and is difficult to get close to.

Su Xiaoyue quietly stood closer to Song Moran, and her tone was even more coquettish, "I wonder what the president has gained from this fashion week?"

As she approached, the strong smell of perfume on her body wafted towards Song Moran even more.

Thoughts were interrupted again and again, and it was difficult to reunite in the end, Song Moran simply put down his pen and looked up at Su Xiaoyue.

Sensing Song Moran's actions, the smile on Su Xiaoyue's face became even sweeter, and there was longing in her eyes that any man would like.

"You smell too sweet." Song Moran frowned, and said in a somewhat unpleasant tone.

His tone of voice never changed, but now Su Xiaoyue suddenly didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

Before she could come to a conclusion, Song Moran spoke again, with a much stricter tone than before.

"Stand aside for a while."

Lu Cheng looked at his expression that didn't look like he was joking at all, his face flushed suddenly, and the anger in his heart seemed to be gushing out soon.

She gritted her teeth, barely remembered the purpose of her coming, and said with a forced smile, "The president is really good at telling jokes."

You are worthy of speaking, and your feet have moved sideways very honestly.

Feeling the air that seems to be twice as fresh, Song Moran's eyes flashed a hint of satisfaction, and he didn't refute what Su Xiaoyue said.

To be honest, Su Xiaoyue was really relieved that she didn't hear Song Moran talking.

The expression on her face became much more sincere again, and she continued to ask, "During this time, my boyfriend has managed the company very well. I wonder if the president has any ideas for the future?"

Tang Chen raised his eyebrows, looked at her with interest, but didn't speak.