Shining Stars: First Producer

He didn't notice that when he shook his head and refused, Song Moran's expression was slightly disappointed.

"No," Song Moran said softly, looking at Lu Cheng with complicated eyes.

"What?" Lu Cheng turned her head, her expression was genuine doubt.

Song Moran took two steps forward, and the distance between Lucheng and Lucheng became closer, before continuing to speak, "It's not that I still love my daughter, but it's a gift I plan to give to someone."

"Really?" Lu Cheng's expression changed invisibly, she could feel the flash of feeling and sadness in her heart when she finished listening to Song Moran's words.

This change of mood made her feel strange. She didn't know why she had such a mentality, but she subconsciously chose to hide it from Song Moran.

Song Moran has been quietly looking at the expression on Lu Cheng's face, but he didn't find any changes, and felt a little disappointed.

"Assistant Song will bring the clothes and towels over in a while, you sit by the side and rest for a while," Song Moran said, turning around her, intending to return to his seat.

It's just that before returning to work, he quietly raised the temperature in the room.

Feeling the warm wind blowing past her, Lu Cheng's heart softened a little, and her fingers tightened slightly while holding the suit jacket, leaving wrinkles on the clothes.

"What did Song Moran mean by what he just said?" Lu Cheng sat beside her, thinking about this question all the time, and her mood became more and more bad.

Only women would like gift boxes and ribbons of this color, which shows that there is a woman who has left a shadow in Song Moran's heart, but under such circumstances, he still takes great care of himself.

Thinking about it, Lu Cheng's complexion got worse and worse, and his eyes were full of condemnation when he looked at Song Moran.

When Song Moran looked up between work, he saw Lu Cheng looking at him with complicated eyes. He froze for a moment, a little puzzled, "What are you looking at?"

"Don't be so nice to me in the future." Lu Cheng said seriously, and wanted to tear off Song Moran's clothes and give them back to him.

"What?" Song Moran's rare expression became ugly. He looked at Lu Cheng and the clothes she was holding with heavy eyes.

Although Lu Cheng was a little scared, she still insisted on her own ideas, but she couldn't accept that she was mixed between two people.

"Lu Cheng, why are you crazy?" Song Moran stood up with a cold face, strode to Lu Cheng's side, and wrapped her tightly in his clothes.

"Song Moran, let me go!" Because of the barrier of the fabric, Lu Cheng's voice seemed a bit dull, but even so, people could hear her depression, anger and hard struggle.

Song Moran didn't speak, but childishly pulled the clothes tightly.

Lu Cheng couldn't struggle out of his hands at all, as if he couldn't stretch out his hands, like a wriggling caterpillar.

Seeing her like this, a smile flashed across Song Moran's eyes, and his hands relaxed a lot.

"Wrap your clothes well and get wet in the rain, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Song Moran's voice was rare and gentle.

Lu Cheng struggled to expose her face to the outside, her eyes were probably watery because of just now.

She wanted to explain clearly to Song Muran with her teeth and claws, but she couldn't help but stop when she heard such words.

She was quiet for a long time before she said, "Song Moran, do you know? If you like someone, you can't be too nice to another person. "

Song Moran was a little dazed when he heard this, and then he looked at Lu Cheng nervously. Under the calm face was hidden an active heart.

Not paying attention to Song Moran's small performance, Lu Cheng was still chattering, "Your appearance is easy to be misunderstood, and it will also hurt the person you like."

"So, since you already have someone who wants you to give her a gift, you can't be too kind to me," Lu Cheng finally concluded, with a slightly melancholy tone.

I don't know why, as long as she thinks that there will be another person beside Song Moran, she will feel some dull pain in her heart.

Lu Cheng was puzzled, but had no intention of speaking.

Song Moran listened to her quietly, and felt relieved, but in the end she felt a little helpless.

Lu Cheng seemed to hear him sigh faintly, and then saw him turn around and walk to the desk without hesitation.

Song Moran was holding the pink box. Although his expression was still the same as usual, his body seemed to lose a lot of the majesty that strangers couldn't get close to.

He approached slowly with the box, grabbed her hand under Lu Cheng's unbelievable and doubtful eyes, and put the box in her palm.

"This is a gift for you," Song Moran said softly, and then added awkwardly, "It's your reward for working hard at Fashion Week with me."

Lu Cheng blinked her eyes, but she still hadn't reacted.

"You said this was for me?" Lu Cheng felt the heavy weight in his hand and asked in disbelief.

"Well," Song Moran nodded and emphasized, "This is a reward."

Lu Cheng didn't listen to what he said at all, her eyes slowly gathered on her hand, after a while, she couldn't restrain her inner curiosity, she asked, "Can I take it apart now?"

Song Moran nodded, "It belongs to you."

Lu Cheng blushed, and carefully tore off the tied bow, took a deep breath, and opened the lid.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Seeing the true colors of the things in the box, Lu Cheng couldn't help admiring.

Although she doesn't wear high heels often, and has no special plot for high heels, this pair will probably be an exception.

Carefully take them out of the cramped box and put them on the table. Under the light of the office lights, the subtle designs on the upper of the shoes are shining.

Lu Cheng looked up in disbelief and asked Song Moran, "Is this really for me?"

Song Moran didn't want to talk anymore, he looked at Lu Cheng expressionlessly, and what he got was an innocent look back.

Lu Cheng knew that he was getting impatient, but he was still a little uneasy.

The two looked at each other quietly for a while, and finally Song Moran sighed helplessly, emphasizing again, "It's for you."

Lu Cheng smiled happily, Song Moran could see that she was satisfied with this gift, and was inexplicably relieved.

But just when he thought this gift could finally be sent out, Lu Cheng's next performance made him a little unbelievable.

Lu Cheng just admired them quietly for a while, then put them into the box again, and held them in front of Song Moran with both hands, "I like them very much, but they are too precious."