Shining Stars: First Producer

Looking at the backs of the two people in front, Su Xiaoyue gritted her silver teeth, but her nails accidentally caught the wound that she accidentally rubbed just now, and she couldn't help crying out in pain.

But this is not such a small movement, but it was completely ignored by the two people in front.

It was because Lu Cheng put all her heart and soul into Song Moran's arms holding her, and because Song Moran didn't care about Su Xiaoyue's situation at all, even if she heard about it, she just ignored it.

Such obvious and undisguised differential treatment made Su Xiaoyue feel more malicious towards Lucheng in her heart.

All the thoughts in her heart were based on why, but she didn't show it at all on her face, and Su Xiaoyue didn't know why, she didn't leave first under such circumstances, but silently followed behind the two of them go in.

Song Moran put Lu Cheng down lightly, and frowned at her swollen ankle.

Feeling down-to-earth again made Lu Cheng secretly heave a sigh of relief, moved his feet carefully under Song Moran's serious gaze, and said in a low voice, "It just looks serious..."

She originally saw that Song Moran's expression was too serious, and wanted to comfort him, but Song Moran got up suddenly before listening to her.

"I'll ask the doctor to come over," Song Moran explained casually, his expression still serious.

"Oh," Lu Cheng nodded obediently, and in a blink of an eye saw Su Xiaoyue standing behind her, smiling happily at her wickedly.

Seeing that Song Moran didn't notice this, and was stimulated by Lu Cheng's provocation, Su Xiaoyue quickly walked two steps to Lu Cheng's side, and said in a low voice, "Don't be complacent, Song Moran is just looking at you for pity."

Lu Cheng nodded easily, not affected by what she said at all, but Su Xiaoyue stopped bitterly, and moved her fingers slightly.

Su Xiaoyue didn't want to stay here anymore, so she turned and left.

When Song Moran turned around, what she saw was her back in a hurry, raised her eyebrows, and didn't take it to heart at all.

"The doctor will be here soon," Song Moran said, standing by Lu Cheng's side, looking at her ankle with heavy eyes.

Lu Cheng looked up at him, and comforted him, "It doesn't hurt now, so you don't have to worry."

Song Moran nodded, but his eyes did not become much more relaxed.

"Your foot is injured, I'll take you back today," Song Moran said suddenly.

Lu Cheng raised his head and looked at him blankly, after a while, he shook his head and refused, "Why bother you so much, I can do it myself."

As Lu Cheng said, she felt that Song Moran looked at her very strangely. She looked up and down but didn't find anything inappropriate about her.

"Your foot is injured, so you can't drive. Besides, I seem to have forgotten to tell you that there is no subway station near that house." Song Moran spoke in an unusually calm tone, but Lu Cheng couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking now. Are you kidding.

With a bitter face, Lu Cheng was silent for a long time before slowly nodding, "Then I will trouble you."

The corners of Song Moran's mouth hooked up slightly, and then fell down gently before Lu Cheng found out.

"It's nothing, it just so happens that I can take some of my things away," Song Moran said.

The two people who were talking were unaware that someone was standing outside the door listening.

When Su Xiaoyue walked to the door, she vaguely heard what Song Moran said about getting off work, and her footsteps, which had been rushing out in a hurry, stopped involuntarily.

Unexpectedly, when she heard such shocking news, Su Xiaoyue curled up her fingers, and the pain from the wound on her palm was completely ignored by her.

"My things? Sending you home?" Su Xiaoyue couldn't help but recall these words in her heart, and she had a lot of guesses about the relationship between Song Moran and Lu Cheng.

But no matter what kind of guess it is, Su Xiaoyue can't accept it.

Just when she was immersed in her own thoughts, Assistant Song stood outside and asked with some doubts, "Miss Su, who are you?"

Su Xiaoyue was seen while eavesdropping, her face turned red all of a sudden, she turned around and said a few words incoherently, then turned and left quickly.

Assistant Song looked at her hurried back, his eyes flickered, and the increasing coldness in his hands urged him to go in.

Just when Assistant Song spoke, the chat between Song Moran and Lu Cheng had stopped.

"President, this is what you want," Assistant Song put the ice and handkerchief beside Song Moran, and whispered.

During this period, he has been avoiding any eye contact with Lu Cheng.

Faced with this situation, Lu Cheng felt helpless but didn't know what to say.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Song Moran picked up a clear ice cube and stuck it on Lu Cheng's ankle.

"Hiss," the sudden coldness made Lu Cheng shrink back subconsciously, but Song Moran's legs were tightly grasped, unable to move at all.

"Cool," Lu Cheng said softly, feeling a little aggrieved.

Song Moran didn't move his fingers, as if he didn't feel the constant twitching from his hands at all, "I know."

His understatement made Lu Cheng see his slightly bruised fingers on his lap, and he couldn't say anything immediately.

She stopped struggling, Song Moran breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked at the taciturn Assistant Song standing aside, and asked, "What happened when you came in just now?"

Assistant Song froze for a moment, and said, "Just now I saw Su Xiaoyue standing at the door, I don't know what I'm doing."

Song Moran nodded thoughtfully, and asked him to urge the late doctor.

"Go and ask where the doctor is now?" Song Moran said.

"Okay," Assistant Song lowered his brows and eyes, and the reluctance in his heart was restrained on the surface.

On the contrary, Lu Cheng felt a little embarrassed when he heard Song Moran's solemn orders.

"The doctor can come anytime. My foot is not serious." She blushed and her voice was weak.

But Song Moran didn't listen to what she said at all, and just urged Assistant Song, "Why don't you go?"

Assistant Song sighed inwardly, and dialed the phone resignedly.

But Song's company is located in the center of the city. Although the roads extend in all directions, at the same time, there is a constant flow of cars on the road.

Because of this situation, even though the doctor got up and rushed to the company after Song Moran finished speaking, he wasted a lot of time on the way.

When he came in, half of the ice on Lu Cheng's feet had melted, soaking her shoes and socks.

"Mr. Song," the doctor said softly, his eyes already on Lu Cheng.

Song Moran didn't care about anything else at this time, got up and walked to Lu Cheng's side, and said, "Is her foot serious?"