Shining Stars: First Producer

It has to be said that the calmness between the two of them seems to have been switched by someone, it is not Song Moran who always thinks about work, but Lu Cheng.

Taking care of a child is like a foolish king who always thinks about prostitution in the daytime, but meets a concubine who pushes him to the court with all her strength.

Of course, Lu Cheng was not that favorite concubine, and Song Moran did not give up work completely.

It's just that when Lu Cheng is around, he can't help spending more time with her, and puts his work to a later time.

But thinking of the back of Lu Cheng leaving angrily, a smile flashed across Song Moran's eyes, and he lowered his head and said to himself, "After this incident is over, she probably won't come here today."

On the first floor downstairs, Assistant Song was leading the man downstairs. The atmosphere between the two of them was so dull that all the passers-by could not help avoiding it.

"Money and goods are equal, I hope I won't see Mr. in the company next time," Assistant Song said softly standing in the lobby on the bottom floor.

What Assistant Song said and the look in his eyes made the man feel that the check, which was already wet with sweat, became hot, and a kind of anger of being slighted and insulted spontaneously rose in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, the man managed to maintain his sanity, and said with a blank expression, "Assistant Song is worrying too much."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was there without any lingering. Even the girl at the front desk who had a good conversation with him at the beginning passed by without squinting, let alone saying a few words.

Feeling the breeze brought by the man walking past, the girl at the front desk was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the back of the slightly long curly hair that seemed to be blown up, and after a while, she curled her lips and said , "Sure enough, no man can be trusted, except for our wise and mighty President."

Assistant Song, who was a little far away, only saw the slight movement of the lips of the girl at the front desk, but didn't hear the sound at all.

Without taking this matter to heart, Assistant Song walked slowly to the girl at the front desk, and said softly, "The next time you meet someone like this who doesn't have an appointment, there's no need to report it."

Because of Assistant Song's serious expression, the girl at the front desk nodded blankly, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

Fortunately, Assistant Song didn't say anything more, and turned around and left quickly. The girl at the front desk was quietly relieved.

Out of sight of the company, the man walked out angrily, looked up at the check that had already been wet in his palm, cursed a few words in a low voice, then took two quick steps and threw it into the trash can , as if it were worthless.

After Assistant Song went back, he received a call from Song Moran, and hurried over again, without even taking a break in the middle
"You go and order someone to investigate Tang Chen's filming situation. If there is a chance, you can create some small accidents." Song Moran said expressionlessly.

After being stunned for a moment, Assistant Song nodded quickly, "Understood."

When Assistant Song wanted to leave, Song Moran warned, "There's no need to tell Lu Cheng about this."

After being stunned for a moment, Assistant Song quickly realized and nodded again and again, "President, don't worry."

"Yeah." Waving his hand, Song Muran signaled that Assistant Song could leave, while he himself looked at the newly hung oil painting on the wall expressionlessly, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Secretly following Song Moran's gaze, Assistant Song saw the silhouette of two people embracing each other. He froze for a moment, and immediately didn't dare to look any more, turned and left.

In the busyness of everyone, time passed by little by little, but the bad luck of the Song Company seemed to have always existed.

The originally bustling shooting location was quiet before. Everyone stood far away, looking worriedly at the person in the center of the location, holding their breath and not daring to make any unnecessary noises.

"Hiss," Lin Chengcheng couldn't help taking a breath of air as he felt the pain from his knee that seemed to go deep into the bone marrow. He quickly turned his head to the side and said with a choked voice, "It hurts."

The director frowned tightly, looking at the shocking-looking bruise on Lin Chengcheng's knee, he tapped his fingers in the air in confusion, but he didn't dare to touch it again.

"Just wait a little longer, the ambulance will be here soon," the director comforted softly, with uncontrollable worry in his voice, not only for Lin Chengcheng's knee, but also for the future of the show.

As if he could see the director's mood through your expression, Lin Chengcheng gasped twice, and comforted him, "Director, don't be so sad all the time, maybe I'm only slightly injured."

Glancing at her angrily, the director said, "Slight injury? I haven't touched the slight injury yet, and you look like you're about to cry?"

But even though he said so, the director's mood improved a lot, and he was in the mood to order others.

"You people who are doing nothing nearby, pack up your things now," the director said loudly, looking around.

Everyone didn't dare to make any mistakes at this time, they looked at each other, and they were a little listless to clean up the scattered props and shooting equipment.

The whole crew seemed to be shrouded in a low air, which made people feel breathless after staying for a long time.

"Don't look so sad, it's just a small problem. You all have experienced many battles, why can't you adjust your emotions now," the director said with a bit of hatred .

I don't know if it was because of what he said, but the atmosphere on the set suddenly became a little more relaxed. Although it was still clouded, it didn't feel like I was out of breath just now.

When Lu Cheng received the news and rushed over, Lin Chengcheng had already been sent to the hospital, and the director stayed in the empty studio waiting for her.

"What's going on?" Lu Cheng asked eagerly, looking at the scene that had undergone some obvious changes, and her heart had already been mentioned in mid-air on the way here.

The director sat downcastly on the side, even if he heard Lu Cheng's question, he just casually raised his head for a glance and then lowered his head again.

"I accidentally fell down on my knee during filming," the director said, scratching the top of his head with his fingers a little irritably.

"Fall? Is it serious? How is it now?" Because of surprise, Lu Cheng's voice became sharper uncontrollably, and he asked hastily.