Shining Stars: First Producer

Song Moran glanced at her, saw her serious expression, dark eyes, and nodded slowly.

Only then did Lu Cheng breathe a sigh of relief. She thought that she and Song Moran had no relationship beyond friendship, and she paid special attention to the actions that only those with a close relationship could do freely.

Song Moran didn't know what she was thinking, but felt that she loathed his closeness, and her heart sank uncontrollably.

At the final destination, Song Moran helped her down, frowning slightly.

"Can you do it by yourself?" he asked.

"It's okay." Lu Cheng waved his hands pretending to be okay, with a chic look that he has long been used to, "This little injury is nothing serious."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, but she didn't see Song Moran standing there looking at her with complicated eyes.

Song Moran didn't investigate Lucheng very carefully before, and he couldn't empathize with the disapproval shown in her words just now.

It's just that the small distress in his heart was not fake. Song Moran came back to his senses and took one last look at the slim figure in the distance, then turned and went back to the car.

"Come on," he said, eyes closed.

The car staggered around on the roads in the urban area, and it took a long time before Song Moran returned home.

In the large room, all the decorations are cold and rigid in line with Song Moran's aesthetics, and even the lighting is as cold and white as snow.

Song Moran suddenly felt lonely in the scenery that he was used to for a long time.

With a faint smile, Song Moran went upstairs to the study.

The originally empty room was filled with bookshelves, on which there were various books or magazines about economics, entertainment or other types.

Being in such a scene, Song Moran's cold and hard temperament was softened a lot, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose gave him a lot of scholarly temperament.

But the eyes hidden by the lens are still sharp, like a predator waiting for its prey.

"What happened to the thing I asked you to check yesterday?" Song Moran asked, the voice transmitted through the phone seemed a bit ethereal, but it still had a lot of deterrent effect on Assistant Song.

Regardless of other people looking at him with doubts, he got up abruptly and walked to the side.

"President," Assistant Song said softly as he stood still in the corner, "The time is still a bit short, but there are some clues that have not been traced to who the last person is."

Song Moran frowned, dissatisfied with Assistant Song's current speed.

Although he knew in his heart that Assistant Song's speed was actually not slow, but he couldn't resist everything about Lucheng.

"Keep staring, and notify me as soon as there is a result," Song Moran said, with some urging in his voice unconsciously.

Assistant Song lowered his eyes to cover up his loss of control at that moment.

"Understood," he replied.

Song Moran nodded and hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone from the other side of the phone, Assistant Song's eyelids drooped, and his eyelashes swept down with an inexplicably cold taste.

Because of Lu Cheng's leg injury, Song Moran has been insisting on taking her to work for the past few days, as if he didn't know the rumors that people in the company were going too far.

"My legs are almost healed, you don't need to pick me up tomorrow." Looking at the scene of heavy traffic outside the window, Lu Cheng said softly.

She didn't look at Song Moran, as if she couldn't feel the reluctance deep in her heart.

It was precisely because of this that Lu Cheng did not see Song Moran's sudden look at her the moment she spoke.

Surprise, refusal, and almost unbearable possessiveness.

Lowering his eyelids, Song Moran covered all his thoughts in the darkness, and opened his eyes slowly after a long time.

"Okay," Song Moran said, his tone and expression were calm, as if Lu Cheng's words had no effect on him.

I don't know why, it was obviously her own suggestion, but after hearing Song Moran's words that seemed to agree without even thinking about it, Lu Cheng felt a little uncomfortable again.

Blinking, Lu Cheng suppressed these messy thoughts in her heart, and when she looked at Song Moran again, the smile on her face was still bright.

"See you tomorrow!" Lu Cheng jumped out of the car and waved at him without looking back, his tone could not conceal the excitement.

Seeing her relaxed steps that seemed about to jump up, Song Moran frowned slightly, but soon relaxed again.

"So lively," he sighed softly, looking at Lu Cheng's back with warm eyes.

During this period of time, the driver has long been used to the difference in Song Moran's attitude towards Lu Cheng and others, and after hearing his emotion, he just blinked blankly, without any fluctuations in his heart.

After Lu Cheng got up the next day, he looked at the scene of lightning and thunder outside the window in surprise, and unconsciously reached out and rubbed his arm

She still remembered that it was midsummer when her father passed away, and she experienced so many things afterwards, but it was only from summer to autumn.

She stretched her hand over the window and used her hand to catch the raindrops falling from the sky. After a long time, the palm of her hand felt a little dull and painful.

With a blank expression on his face, Lu Cheng withdrew his hand, closed the window, and at the same time shut out the sound of wind and rain outside.

Originally wanting to add a piece of clothing, Lu Cheng opened the suitcase she brought, but what annoyed her was that she didn't find any thick clothing similar to a coat.

Sighing helplessly, thinking of the weather and temperature of the past few days, Lu Cheng shook his head, gritted his teeth and went out the door.

She planned to leave work early and go back to where she lived to get some clothes.

In the increasingly dense rain and fog, Lu Cheng walked out holding an umbrella, her eyes subconsciously looked at the place where Song Moran had been for the past few days, and after she realized it, she shook her head a little funny and looked away.

But when he turned his head half way, Lu Cheng seemed to have reacted suddenly, turned his head back in disbelief, and looked at the familiar vehicle parked in a familiar place without turning his eyes.

After being stunned for a while, Lu Cheng hurried over, completely ignoring the surrounding rain.

"Why are you here today?" Standing by the car window, Lu Cheng asked in a low voice in disbelief.

The first thing Song Moran saw was her half-wet hair from the rain and the thin clothes on her body, and her brows frowned.

"Come up," he said, his tone was a bit stiff, but Lu Cheng didn't seem to notice this at all, and nodded briskly and sat up.

Carefully put away the umbrella, Lu Cheng sat where Song Moran sat at first, and continued to ask persistently, "You haven't answered my question just now? Why did you come here today? Didn't you agree that I will go by myself?" Is it?"

Song Moran took out a towel from nowhere, and covered Lu Cheng's head expressionlessly.