Shining Stars: First Producer

The plane landed at the airport, and finally stopped slowly, Lu Cheng rubbed his eyes, slowly stood up and walked down.

I don't know if it's because of Lu Cheng's lack of energy, Song Moran gently supported her by the side, but she didn't break free.

"President," the waiting driver said softly, and opened the car door automatically.

Song Moran shook his head, helped Lu Cheng to sit in, and said softly, "Go and take her home."

The driver was stunned for a moment, his eyes flicked back and forth between Song Moran and Lu Cheng, and he answered without hesitation.

Song Moran nodded, then turned around and told Lu Cheng who was sitting in the car, "After you go home, take a good rest, and come back to the company to report tomorrow."

Song Moran looked at her with distressed eyes, and his voice was softer than ever before. Lu Cheng moved his body uncomfortably, looking a little uncomfortable.

"I remember, but you asked the driver to take me back, what do you do?" Lu Cheng sat down by the window and asked.

A smile flashed across Song Moran's eyes, and he looked at Lu Cheng softly, "Don't worry."

What he said didn't take it seriously, Lu Cheng thought about his identity for a while, and suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

"Let's go," she said softly to the driver as she sat still and the window next to her was lifted up lightly.

Song Moran's face was covered a little bit, and the car that Lu Cheng was sitting in was even more quickly heading into the distance.

Looking at the disappearing figure of the car that quickly disappeared from his eyes, Song Moran was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

Assistant Song pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, the complexity in his heart was beyond human understanding.

"President, I have called other people to come over, but I need to wait a little longer," Assistant Song said softly.

Song Moran nodded dispensably, looked up and saw the coffee shop opposite, got up and walked over.

Assistant Song hurriedly followed.

"Welcome," a waiter stood on both sides of the door and bowed with a smile on his face. His voice was so sweet that Song Moran frowned involuntarily.

What floats in the air is the unique bitter taste of coffee, as well as light music coming from nowhere.

Song Moran saw someone bring a computer to work, someone ordered a cup of coffee and looked out the window, as if waiting for someone...

Randomly found a seat by the window and sat down, Song Moran didn't seem to feel the gazes coming from all directions.

Assistant Song ordered coffee for him, but Song Moran just picked it up and smelled it lightly, then put it down expressionlessly.

There was a crisp sound when the bottom of the cup touched the tray, and everyone who was observing Song Moran couldn't help but shudder.

Some people silently withdrew their gazes, and some people looked at Song Moran with disapproval, but became more explicit.

Song Moran was a little impatient, his icy eyes patrolled the small coffee shop, like a snow wolf patrolling its territory.

Under such gazes, everyone couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, and they didn't dare to have any other thoughts.

When Song Moran's eyes finally left, they couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, as if they were celebrating their escape from the minions of the top hunters.

The car arrived quickly, and Song Moran walked outside without looking back. Assistant Song frantically put away the documents lying on the table, and hurried to catch up.

"Why did you come here in person?" Looking at the person standing beside the car, Song Moran's expression was rare surprise.

"Come to pick you up, my wife knows you're back, so I'll hold a party for you," the old man said kindly.

It seems that in his eyes, Song Moran has always been that little boy who needs to be protected by himself.

Song Moran couldn't help sticking his palms to his forehead, this action made him look a bit decadent.

"Mother hosted your banquet," Song Moran's tone rarely fluctuated, which also showed how much he had a psychological shadow over his mother's party.

The expression on the old man's face remained unchanged, quietly waiting for Song Moran's answer.

"There are still some things in my company," Song Moran said after struggling for a while, his eyelids drooped, making it difficult for people to see his eyes clearly.

Hearing Song Moran's answer, the old man couldn't help laughing, he patted Song Moran's arm with his old palm, and didn't say any words of advice.

Song Moran grew up in front of him, and the old man couldn't bear to let him do something he didn't like.

"The president is back." The smile quickly spread throughout the company, and all the people stuck to their posts and worked hard, waiting for Song Moran's return.

"What is this?" Lu Cheng didn't bother the driver after getting out of the car, and walked inside with the box alone.

Walking past high-rise buildings, looking at the familiar scenery around her, Lu Cheng couldn't help but smile slightly.

Brilliant and innocent, like a sunflower just blooming under the sun.

Bai Xiaofei approached quietly, and quickly grabbed Lu Cheng down before he was alarmed by him. The light effect of the flash was still on, and Lu Cheng looked around vigilantly.

This expression was also recorded by Bai Xiaofei in his camera.

Looking at these two photos in the camera where everything was close to being perfect, Bai Xiaofei's face that had been suffering for so many days finally began to clear up.

Lu Cheng looked at Bai Xiaofei as if he only had the camera in his hand in front of him, couldn't help laughing, turned around and walked slowly towards him.

The wheels of the suitcase rolled gently on the ground, and they couldn't help making a rattling sound when passing on slightly uneven ground.

"Are you coming out to work today?" Lu Cheng asked with a smile, looking at the camera in Bai Xiaofei's hand very puzzled.

Bai Xiaofei seemed to realize who the person in front of him was just now, and the expression on his face suddenly became ecstatic.

The small canine teeth leaked out, and seemed to be shining fluorescent light under the sunlight, making the whole person look childish.

"You came back today? Someone sent you back? Why didn't you call and ask me to pick you up?" Bai Xiaofei asked, hanging the camera on his chest, and reached for the handle of Lucheng's suitcase.

Lu Cheng could feel the sincerity in his series of questions, and didn't feel impatient at all, and listened carefully until Bai Xiaofei stopped in satisfaction.

"Yes, the driver in the company sent me back from the plane I just got off. I don't know what you're doing now, so I'm afraid I'll disturb you." Lu Cheng patiently answered Bai Xiaofei's questions one by one, with a serious expression.

"No!" Bai Xiaofei said suddenly, looking at Lu Cheng with a complicated expression.

"What?" Lu Cheng didn't know why he spoke like this suddenly, and asked with some doubts.