Shining Stars: First Producer

In fact, Lu Cheng felt a sense of loss in his heart at the moment, not knowing what to say.

She was really angry and wanted to explain to Song Moran before, but now looking at his broad back, Lu Cheng didn't know what to say.

In this way, he went all the way to the underground parking lot in silence, and got into the car.

"Uncle He, go to Zhonghai Huanyu," Song Moran said.

The car started quickly, and the rain outside hit the windows, and then slowly fell, leaving a trail of flowing water marks.

Lu Cheng originally wanted to ask him how he knew where he lived, but the moment before he asked, he suddenly thought that the house belonged to him, and he was discouraged.

She looked listlessly at everything outside, and the box in her hand was still there.

Lu Cheng didn't take the initiative to speak, and the carriage suddenly became quiet.

In such a quiet atmosphere, Lu Cheng's attention gradually shifted from the window to Song Moran.

She looked at Song Muran carefully, with sword-like brows and star-eyed eyes, he was imposing, such a person probably couldn't conceal his own brilliance even in a dilapidated alley.

Lu Cheng lowered her eyes, looking at her fingers, the shadows of her eyelashes fell softly underneath, looking very cute.

After arriving at the place, the car stopped steadily, and gentleman Song Moran got out of the car and Shalucheng opened the door.

Looking at these pairs of processing documents, the hands that can almost be said to turn into gold opened the car door for him, and at the same time carefully protected himself from bumping into it, the little vanity in Lu Cheng's heart was quickly satisfied.

Song Moran didn't know how Lu Cheng's mood changed, he carefully held an umbrella to protect Lu Cheng by his side.

"It's here!" Lu Cheng said cheerfully, and at the same time signaled Song Moran to put the umbrella away.

Song Moran has never been here since he gave this room to Lucheng to live in. After a quick look, he found that the place has changed a lot.

There are several potted plants on the window, and there seem to be a few white flowers mixed in among them. The vibrant appearance makes people look happy.

Although the interior decoration has not changed, there are some little decorations from the girl's house, which neutralize the cold plastic of the entire decoration, but it does not look obtrusive.

Because he thought that the current owner of the room was not himself, Song Moran didn't look around much, his eyes flashed across the room, and then he quietly took it back.

Lu Cheng busily poured tea for him, brought a towel over, and told him, "Drink the hot tea quickly, and wipe off the wet parts of your body later."

As she said, she looked up and saw that Song Muran's shoulder was wet, and she changed her words annoyedly, "There are no men's clothes here, why don't you take a shower first, I'll put the clothes in the dryer, it should be soon will do."

Probably never said such a thing before, Lu Cheng's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally it was inaudible, and the sky was covered with red clouds from the tips of the ears to the neck.

Listening to what she said, Song Moran's eyes gradually became darker, and it was a little overwhelming to look at her quietly.

"Do you do that to all men?" he asked.

"Don't talk nonsense! If it wasn't because you met to send me back, I wouldn't bother to care about you!" Lu Cheng's eyes widened, and his tone was a bit uncomfortable.

With such an attitude, Song Moran didn't feel offended at all. He relaxed, looked at Lu Cheng's somewhat troubled expression with a bit of evil heart, and didn't tell her that he had a change of clothes in the car.

Not knowing what kind of bad intentions are behind Song Moran's seemingly calm expression, Lu Cheng is still thinking about how to make him feel better.

After a while, he seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands together, making a loud noise.

Seeing Song Moran's gaze, Lu Cheng put down his hands a little embarrassedly, but his tone was still hard to hide his excitement, "I'll go to the next door to lend you a piece of clothing, you wait here for a while, I'll be back soon."

Song Moran felt that he couldn't keep his face calm anymore, he almost lost his composure and shouted to Lu Cheng who was about to turn around and leave, "Say, borrow from the next door?"

"Yes," Lu Cheng nodded.

"You asked me to wear other people's old clothes?" Song Moran's tone was a bit uncomfortable, he didn't know whether it was because he needed to wear other people's old clothes or because he was so familiar with Lu Cheng being next door.

Listening to Song Moran's question, Lu Cheng also seemed to feel that his suggestion just now was not very good, so he turned his head and sat down in frustration.

Seeing that he didn't insist on going out to borrow clothes, Song Moran breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, took a sip of hot tea quietly, felt the warm current flowing from his mouth to his stomach, and felt relieved.

There is really no good way, Lu Cheng said a little self-defeating, "Forget it, you can go to the bathroom to wash."

Song Moran didn't pretend that he just remembered it until this time, and said, "I seem to remember that there is a spare set of clothes in the car, I'll call and ask Uncle He to bring it."

Lu Cheng's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he didn't ask him why he just remembered it now.

"Call quickly," Lu Cheng urged.

Song Moran gave a dry cough and dialed the phone.

"Master?" Uncle He was waiting in the car and asked with some doubts.

"Uncle He, I remember there are some clothes in the car, can you bring them up for me?" Song Moran said.

"Okay," Uncle He nodded with a smile.

He was with Song Moran's father before, and it can be regarded as watching Song Moran grow up from a fat baby when he was a child to what he is now. His feelings for him have long since surpassed mere employers and employees, and he is his nephew. look at.

Before Song Moran had no intention of getting enlightened, they were all anxious, but now there is finally a person beside him, and they were all looking forward to it in their hearts.

"Yes, Uncle He will deliver it later," Song Moran looked up with a calm expression.

Lu Cheng nodded, feeling inexplicably relieved.

"I might bother you later," Song Moran said calmly, "I hope you don't mind."

"Of course!" Lu Cheng nodded quickly, a little embarrassed.

Speaking of which, the house is all his, and he is just a tenant.

Seeing her performance, Song Moran quickly flashed a smile, as if even the wet parts of his body didn't feel cold anymore.

After saying this, the room fell into silence, and Lu Cheng felt embarrassed belatedly.

Now there are only the two of them in the room, a man and a widow, so she thinks about it blankly, but she doesn't feel that there is anything to be afraid of. She believes in Song Moran.

Song Moran was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea in his hands, smoke rising from the water, blurring his vision.