Shining Stars: First Producer

During that time, Song Moran quietly dealt with all the people in the company who were not convinced by him, and made everyone remember his methods.

Pursing his lips, Assistant Song walked in with trepidation, and said softly, "President, the cooperation has almost been negotiated, and we only need to sign the contract at night."

"Conditions," Song Moran said without raising his head, his tone was stiff, which made Assistant Song even more careful.

Whispering out the conditions, Assistant Song carefully looked at Song Moran's expression, feeling uneasy in his heart that only when he first joined the job.

Song Moran raised his head and listened expressionlessly, his fingers that kept moving finally stopped.

"Yes," Song Moran said calmly amid Assistant Song's anxiety.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Assistant Song secretly glanced at the time, looking at the thick document in front of Song Moran, wondering if he should speak.

"What do you want to say?" While Assistant Song was still hesitating, Song Moran asked abruptly, with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"President, the flight ticket is booked for tonight, but I'm not sure if Family A can give me a final reply today," Assistant Song said subconsciously, blurting out all the thoughts that had been circling in his heart.

Frowning, Song Muran said in a deep voice, "Stay here and return to China when everything is over."

Assistant Song was stunned for a moment, and then nodded in response. This is indeed a good solution, but he didn't think about it at first.

Because of what that person said before he left, Assistant Song was very confident in this cooperation, but he didn't know that there was more than one person behind him praying for the failure of this cooperation, and taking action for this goal.

As the sun gradually set in the sky, the time displayed on the ticket soon arrived. Song Moran and Liu Liu walked in tandem, leaving a huge gap between them.

Assistant Song followed the two of them, thoughtful in his heart, but didn't show anything on the surface, and calmly listened to Song Moran's instructions.

"You return to China immediately after signing the contract," Song Moran said in a deep voice, "All the conditions for the cooperation have been settled, and there is no possibility of going back."

From this sentence, Lu Cheng knew that Assistant Song would not go back to the country with them, his brows furrowed, and he subconsciously looked up at Song Moran in front of him.

"You, do you want to stay here for a long time?" Lu Cheng asked softly, and when Song Moran looked over, he had already retracted his involuntarily divergent eyes.

Unexpectedly, Lu Cheng would take the initiative to talk to him, Assistant Song was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and explained, "Just wait here to sign a contract with Family A, it won't take long."

"Oh," Lu Cheng nodded, looking thoughtful.

"Let's go." Without giving Lu Cheng any chance to continue talking, Song Moran said in a deep voice with no expression on his face, and walked forward first.

Lu Cheng frowned, followed with a somewhat irritable expression.

The backs of the two gradually overlapped and then slowly separated. Song Moran didn't turn around to say a word from the beginning to the end.

Watching their backs gradually disappear, Assistant Song turned and walked out. While waiting for the reply, he still had a lot of work to do.

The seats between Song Moran and Lu Cheng are connected together, but the same arrangement has some completely different ideas from before.

Lu Cheng kept turning her head to look at the clouds flying past outside, without even giving Song Moran a single glance.

Her performance made Song Moran feel extremely irritable, but it was hard to show anything, her face became darker and darker, and the air pressure around her body became lower and lower.

Returning to the familiar place without any surprises along the way, smelling the familiar smell of homeland in the air, Lu Cheng's tensed face finally couldn't help but relax a little, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But the smile disappeared in a flash, and when Lu Cheng turned his head to look at Song Moran, there was no smile on his face.

"President, it's getting late, does the company need to work overtime?" Lu Cheng asked blankly.

Such a businesslike tone made Song Moran frowned unbearably, before Lu Cheng could react, he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

Startled by his sudden movement, Lu Cheng subconsciously wanted to back up, but it was already too late.

Staggering, she threw herself into Song Moran's arms, feeling the slightly cold and rough cloth under her hands, Lu Cheng couldn't help but stop when she was about to struggle.

Moving her fingers restrainedly, Lu Cheng said in a muffled voice, "What are you doing!"

It sounded like a questioning tone, but coupled with a soft, slightly choked voice, it was more like a coquettish voice.

Song Moran moved his fingers, and lightly put them on Lu Cheng's shoulders, his voice was still calm but could make people feel the pampering inside.

"Why do you like to cry so much?" Song Moran said, patting Lu Cheng's shoulder with his fingers in distress.

"I didn't cry," Lu Cheng retorted subconsciously, but the reddish eye circles on her face that was trying to lift up made her rebuttal weak at all.

Seeing her looking like a kitten with blown fur in his arms, a smile flashed across Song Moran's eyes.

His eyes fell on the bright red involuntarily, hotness and restraint intertwined, and Song Moran's arms around Lu Cheng's shoulders trembled slightly because of his changing thoughts.

As if feeling something, Lu Cheng gently broke free from Song Moran's restraint, took two steps outside, and looked at his expression very vigilantly.

"Let's go," Song Moran didn't catch up, but just stood there and said softly.

Lu Cheng walked over slowly, walking beside Song Moran, at a distance where they would bump into each other if they were not careful.

The seemingly vigorous conflict between the two seems to be resolved so easily, all that is needed is Song Moran's gentle words and generous and warm embrace.

At the same time, Assistant Song, who was waiting abroad, did not receive any good news.

"I'm sorry, the company is not optimistic about this cooperation." It was the same person before, and Assistant Song couldn't help but feel cold in his business-like cold tone.

"Didn't we discuss it in the morning?" Assistant Song said in a hurry, his expression lost his usual calmness.

But the man just shook his head disapprovingly, and repeated, "I can understand your feelings, and I'm actually sorry, but this is a decision made by our company, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Every move of that person fell into Assistant Song's mind, which gradually calmed down his agitated mind due to blood congestion.