Shining Stars: First Producer

"What do you want?" Song Moran asked, looking at the man with a bright smile, his eyes moved slightly.

"Hey?" The man was stunned for a moment, never thinking that Song Moran would ask himself such a question, stretched out his hand and scratched his half-length hair, and said, "No need, it's me who drew a picture for you requested."

"But I can see that you are very reluctant to part with this painting," Lu Cheng said, with some disapproval in his eyes, "and we don't like to win people's love."

Although Song Moran didn't say anything, just by looking at his eyes, he knew that he agreed with Lu Cheng's words.

Under such circumstances, he couldn't keep the foolish smile on his face, and subconsciously turned around to look at Assistant Song who was standing beside him.

But when he turned around, he realized that there were no other people around him, and he subconsciously froze for a moment, not knowing how to react.

Seeing the man's gaze, Assistant Song stared at him blankly, without any other reaction.

"You don't need to care about this," the man recovered and said, with some helplessness in his tone, "Although I am very reluctant to part with this painting, since I have decided to send it out, I won't regret it."

The two parties confronted each other inexplicably, and both had their own persistence.

As the time passed, Song Moran's expression remained unchanged, and he knew that with his character, it was impossible for him to retreat.

"Okay, okay," I don't know how long it took, the man took the lead to take two steps back, and said helplessly, frowning and hesitating for a while, he said, "Since you feel sorry in your heart, then you can pay the price according to the market price." give it."

The man said that he was actually a little unhappy in his heart. People who choose art probably have a noble heart. He doesn't like others to use vulgar money to measure their hard work.

Song Moran didn't notice the subtle emotional changes in his heart at all, or he didn't take it to heart after discovering it, so he nodded slightly with his expression unchanged, and said, "Assistant Song will take you to the company's financial withdrawal."

Seeing that the man's expression became stiffer because of what Song Moran said, Lu Cheng quickly reached out and pulled Song Moran's sleeve under the table secretly, turned to look at the man and explained, "We have nothing else to do. Meaning, I just feel that since we took one of your favorite paintings, we always have to give you some compensation."

Even though Lu Cheng said that, the man still had a bad expression on his face, and he said blankly, "I understand, since I have already delivered the painting, I have nothing else to do and I will leave first."

Song Moran waved his hand casually, not taking the man's performance into consideration at all.

Assistant Song had long been displeased with men, and now hearing this, he hurried over and said with a respectful look and disdain, "Please follow me."

Seeing the backs of the two people leaving one after the other, Lu Cheng frowned slightly and sighed helplessly, then turned to look at Song Moran and said softly, "You shouldn't have said that just now, most of them are engaged in art They are all relatively high-minded, which will make him feel uncomfortable."

Song Moran glanced at her, clearly seeing the persistence in her eyes, frowned slightly, then nodded without distraction, and said, "Where do you think I should hang this painting?"

Lu Cheng was easily diverted by him, but he looked at Song Moran in disbelief and said, "Are you going to hang in the office?"

Nodding disapprovingly, Song Moran said, "Do you think it's better to hang it there?"

Lu Cheng's face turned red, and she gave birth to white fingers to firmly press the picture frame under her hands, her knuckles turned white with all her strength, "It's not good there!"

Song Moran looked at her, a smile flashed across his eyes, and when he spoke again, his tone was teasing unconsciously, "Don't hang here, do you want to hang in the downstairs of the company?" , let more people see it?"

Lu Cheng's eyes widened, and he quickly waved his hands, "No!"

Song Moran couldn't restrain the smile in his eyes anymore, and gently pulled Lu Cheng into his arms, and buried his face in the depths of her neck unceremoniously, suppressing a somewhat hoarse laughter.

His performance made Lu Cheng react immediately, her eyes were full of disbelief, she never thought that Song Moran would have such a side, but this feeling is not bad, Lu Cheng is expressionless in her heart thought.

Although Song Moran's usual icy appearance makes people want to get close to him and explore the story behind him, Lu Cheng still prefers the human touch that is gradually emerging from him, rather than the ice and snow covered body like before. Just like the people who made it.

If you can't feel the temperature of a living person when you touch him, you will always make people think whether Song Moran is an exquisite sculpture.

In such an inexplicable atmosphere, both of them gradually quieted down.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Cheng stretched out her fingers and gently tapped Song Moran's arm, and said, "Okay, have you finished processing the documents?"

Song Moran frowned, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, when he looked up and saw Lu Cheng's small and ruddy ears, his eyes flickered, and when Lu Cheng was unprepared, he suddenly raised his head and gently bit her earlobe.

Unlike the warmth of the neck, Lucheng's earlobe was naturally cool, which made Song Moran involuntarily lick it.

She had never realized that her ears were so sensitive. Lu Cheng felt that the place where Song Moran touched seemed to be charged with a fine and dense electric current, which made her tremble uncontrollably.

Hurriedly getting up and coming out of his arms, Lu Cheng turned around, covered her ears and looked at Song Moran vigilantly, and said angrily, "You are always like this!"

Although Lu Cheng thinks that she is full of aura now, in Song Moran's eyes, she looks like a little milk cat acting like a baby with its teeth that have not yet sharpened.

Not to mention that because of what happened just now, her eyes were involuntarily filled with physiological tears, and her long eyelashes were wet with tears, making her look rather pitiful.

Seeing that Song Moran's expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of repentance at all, Lu Cheng stomped his feet angrily, and continued, "I'm going to work!"

After she finished speaking, Lu Cheng twisted her waist and went out. Song Moran was alone, maintaining the movements just now, with deep eyes.