Shining Stars: First Producer

After saying a few words casually, Lu Cheng thought that this was the end point, but she didn't expect Bai Xiaofei to signal her to keep going.

Bending down and thumping her sore legs, Lu Cheng frowned, showing some reluctance.

Bai Xiaofei watched her performance, and then he came to his senses, and asked with some hesitation, "Are you feeling tired?"

Lu Cheng pursed her lips and nodded, and asked with some embarrassment, "Is the next location far from here?"

Bai Xiaofei frowned and thought, then nodded after a while and said, "There is still a distance."

Hearing this, Lu Cheng subconsciously became frowning, she didn't want to continue walking down, but it was not good to just leave like this.

Bai Xiaofei always couldn't see Lu Cheng's expression, took the initiative to take a step back, and said in a considerate manner, "Come here today first, and continue when you come here next time if you have a chance."

Knowing that Bai Xiaofei was caring for him, Lu Cheng pursed his lips in embarrassment, and said after a while, "Thank you."

Lu Cheng seems to have returned to that time long ago, feeling grateful for everything.

Going back leisurely, although Bai Xiaofei felt a little pity, he didn't say anything else, there was nothing more important than Lu Cheng's mood.

Song Moran knew about this the first time Lu Cheng came back, and sat there expressionless, waiting for Lu Cheng to come over on his own initiative.

Not knowing that there is another person waiting for him beside him, Lu Cheng has been walking back and forth in his room, and has no plans to go out at all.

Tick ​​tock, the clock went from six to nine, Song Moran also became irritable from sitting on the sofa at the beginning, striding back and forth in the room.

"Assistant Song, tell Lucheng to return to China tomorrow," Song Moran said expressionlessly, without any fluctuation in his voice.

Nodding in response, Assistant Song walked out, looking serious on the surface, but he didn't know where he was thinking in his heart.

"Kukou," the door was knocked clearly, and Lu Cheng was stunned. After all, he had been here for so long, and he was the only one who walked back and forth to this door.

After tidying up the room in twos and twos, Lu Cheng walked to the door and tried hard to look at the people outside the door through the cat's eyes.

"Assistant Song?" Lu Cheng froze for a moment, then spoke in a daze, looking at him with surprise and disbelief.

Nodding expressionlessly, Assistant Song said, "Tomorrow night's flight back home, I hope you can arrange everything in advance."

Lu Cheng nodded, looked at Assistant Song curiously, and waited for his next words.

Under Lu Cheng's gaze, Assistant Song felt a little uncomfortable, and said, "There are other things, you just need to remember."

After speaking, Assistant Song turned and left. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even take a single step into Lu Cheng's room.

Lu Cheng stopped Assistant Song from disappearing at the door of Song Moran's room, her eyes flickered, she closed the door expressionlessly and returned to her original place to sit.

Could it be Song Moran who ordered it?This question kept popping up in Lu Cheng's mind, but she was still not sure, always feeling that she was deceiving herself and others.

Sighing, Lu Cheng hugged the pillow in his arms, pressing his face in it, wondering if he should take the initiative to walk into Song Moran's room now.

On the other side, seeing Assistant Song coming in alone, Song Moran's expression changed, he closed his eyes deeply, and his heart gradually became a little colder.

An indifferent woman, Song Moran sneered in her heart, forcefully dug Lu Cheng out of her heart, and threw it aside casually dripping with blood.

What do you need?Song Moran thought to himself, but it was just a comfort.

Song Moran's thoughts were extreme, as if every word smelt of blood.

But in fact, in Lu Cheng's heart, she doesn't think so at all. She is more worried about the gains and losses of this relationship.

The two people have completely different understandings, which in the final analysis lie in the communication and delivery of information.

Assistant Song babbled on for a long time, but it was obvious that Song Moran didn't listen to anything at all, and the blankness in his eyes revealed everything.

Sighing, Assistant Song called softly, "President, do you think this is okay?"

Interrupted by the sudden voice, Song Moran looked up blankly, and said calmly, "Can you repeat it again?"

With a long sigh, Assistant Song spoke expressionlessly, repeating the unavoidable things in the work.

"Yes," Song Moran nodded, his serious look looked very charming.

But only Assistant Song knew that Song Moran kept looking down at his fingers when he was talking, and didn't pay him any attention at all.

It's not so much that Song Moran is answering his own question, it's better to say that he is still in a daze, occasionally answering his own question.

Sighing, Assistant Song knew if he was discussing some work-related matters, turned around and walked out.

The sound of the door opening and closing sounded alternately, but Song Moran didn't seem to hear anything, his expression didn't change, and his movements didn't change a single bit.

Compared with people who are somewhat unhappy abroad, Tang Chen and Su Xiaoyue's prospects in China are extremely bright.

Without Song Moran and Assistant Song pressing on him, everything in Tang Chen's company is at his fingertips, and at the same time, his small company is also flourishing behind the scenes.

Those who have experienced the baptism of Song's company seem to be able to stand on their own when pulled out alone, let alone gather them all together to work hard for the same company and the same goal.

"Aren't you going to work today?" In the wide outdoor environment, Lin Lansi slid his fingers on Su Xiaoyue's shoulder one after another, and asked softly at the same time.

Su Xiaoyue shook her head, her long hair changed with her movements, and was blown onto Lin Lance's face by the wind from time to time, leaving slight red marks.

"Isn't it good to rest at home and accompany you?" Su Xiaoyue said in a sweet voice, turning over, the whole body was like a boneless beauty snake wrapped around Lin Lance completely, making him only able to breathe with difficulty.

"Of course." Lin Lance withdrew his body, hugged her and nodded with a smile. The fingers on Su Xiaoyue's shoulders were no longer honest, and began to move along the curve of her body.

The breathing of the two gradually became heavy, and no one thought about the problem at the beginning.