Shining Stars: First Producer

It was the first time that Song Moran felt the temperature of Lu Cheng's body so clearly, and Song Moran couldn't help being stiff all over.

There seemed to be a flash of electricity in the body, and finally all gathered.

Song Moran's eyes darkened all of a sudden, and after looking at Lu Cheng for a while, he said, "Don't move around."

In the end, Song Moran realized that his voice was so hoarse and rough, as if it had been ground by sand.

Sensing Song Moran's fiery gaze, Lu Cheng became tense all of a sudden, and quickly let go of her deliberately disturbing hand, and lay flat on this seat.

"I'm going to sleep," Lu Cheng involuntarily emphasized upon hearing the heavy panting of the person next to him, while wrapping his quilt tighter.

Song Moran didn't respond, he just took deep breaths again and again, waiting for the impulse in his body to dissipate slowly.

Heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, Song Moran turned to look at Lu Cheng, looking at the person who was breathing slowly and had obviously fallen into a dark and sweet dream with a loving and helpless expression.

At night, Song Moran has been paying attention to restraining himself, and at the same time trying his best to keep the distance between himself and Lu Cheng.

But it was of no use, because Lu Cheng seemed to have found a new toy, hugging Song Moran like an octopus.

Although this increased his pressure, Song Moran was still reluctant to take off her arm that was holding him, so he could only stay up all night in such a sweet and depressing way.

Completely different from Song Moran, although Lu Cheng was a little nervous at first, after she really fell asleep, she would sleep through the night without burden until dawn.

So the next day, she woke up refreshed, looked at the faint blue shadows around Song Moran's eyes in a daze, and asked in a daze, "Did you not sleep well yesterday?"

Seeing her innocent face, Song Moran was a little depressed, but it was not easy to tell Lu Cheng about those thoughts, so he could only shake his head as if nothing had happened.

"Admit the bed," Song Moran said succinctly, completely forgetting how he worked casually during the time when he was on a business trip for the company.

Bai Xiaofei was treated similarly to him. Although he didn't have any particularly violent performance yesterday, after returning home, he has been silently watching the movement in Lucheng's house.

But to his disappointment, he didn't see Song Moran coming out until dawn.

Standing up slowly, pushing open the window, Bai Xiaofei couldn't help coughing as he felt the cool air outside rushing from his nose to his stomach.

It was as if some switch had been pressed all of a sudden, one after another, Bai Xiaofei couldn't help lying down on the window, his throat was a little sore.

The cigarette held between his fingers shook involuntarily, and the ash fell all over the floor.

Maybe Lu Cheng didn't even know that Bai Xiaofei actually knew how to smoke.

No matter how unwilling he was in his heart, he wanted to stand up, but Bai Xiaofei just suppressed him without saying a word.

"He will make her happy," Bai Xiaofei convinced himself like this, and kept repeating it, as if the words could become true as long as they were said enough.

But as the words continued to be repeated, Bai Xiaofei's voice became more and more trembling, and finally he couldn't even complete a sentence.

He threw only a small piece of cigarette butt on the ground casually, and the hot ash seemed to burn a hole in the floor.

I don't know how long it has passed, the smog in the room caused by excessive smoking has been blown away by the wind, except for the scattered cigarette butts, it looks like nothing happened.

"I'll keep an eye on you, all the time." Bai Xiaofei said softly, his voice was hoarse, and it seemed that the usual high-spirited person seemed to be two complete opposites, but they were indeed one person.

At the same time, in another part of the city, Tang Chen ordered something expressionlessly.

"Check who sent that person in the hotel, if possible, help them." Like Song Moran, Tang Chen subconsciously regarded it as a conspiracy.

But the difference from Song Moran is that this conspiracy is beneficial to Tang Chen.

The so-called enemy of an enemy is a friend, and this is the case with him and the people behind the scenes.

"Mr. Tang," the subordinate hesitated, and asked, "Should our people be sent there?"

What he asked was the person who was trained by the previous plan, but for some reason, she was never sent to the man's side.

Tang Chen reached out and touched his chin, hesitated for a while and nodded casually, "Let's take it there together, and act according to the original plan."

When everyone went out, Tang Chen couldn't help touching his chin again, thinking about his confrontation with Song Moran yesterday, he couldn't help but smile.

This was the first time that he really saw himself, a real opponent, in Song Moran's eyes.

But it wasn't enough, Tang Chen thought in his heart, what he wanted was more.

Tang Chen is now in high spirits, but he doesn't know that Assistant Song has received Song Moran's orders behind his back, and he is already gearing up to deal with him.

No matter what the situation is outside, Lu Cheng's room seems to be a safety circle, making the two of them ignore everything.

Quietly getting up, washing and eating, everything is a small matter in life, but there is another person's breath in the empty room, as if everything has come to life.

It is a very wonderful thing to look up, look back, or even say a word casually, and another person responds. This is a very wonderful thing, and it is also very addictive.

At least Lucheng is already at a loss now, Song Moran only stays here for one day, when he leaves, how can he adapt to loneliness?
Thoughts flashed in his mind, Lu Cheng raised his head with an extremely happy expression, and the crooked eyebrows and eyes could easily infect other people.

"Let's go," Song Moran patted Lu Cheng's forehead helplessly, and said softly.

Lu Cheng puffed her cheeks, reached out and pulled Song Moran's big hand off her forehead, and said with some dissatisfaction, "This is like treating a child."

Hearing this sentence, Song Moran looked at Lu Cheng with a flash of light in his eyes, and did not speak.

"What are you looking at?" Under Song Moran's eyes, Lu Cheng asked with some doubts.

Song Moran didn't speak, but lowered his head and grabbed those ruddy lips before she could react.

Sweet, Song Moran thought, and licked it expressionlessly, making Lu Cheng's face so red that it was about to smoke.

Such a reaction made Song Moran couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and he didn't know how long it took before he slowly straightened up.