Shining Stars: First Producer

"I'll take you with me," Liu Ruyan suddenly stood up and looked at Bai Xiaofei and said when Lu Cheng walked out subconsciously.

Lu Cheng was a little hesitant, but before he could say anything, Bai Xiaofei nodded in response, "Of course, I'll trouble you."

"Is it possible?" Lu Cheng felt a little bit uncomfortable, obviously he brought the person here, but he threw it to someone else halfway, which always made people feel a bit hopeless.

Listening to Lu Cheng's concerned question, Bai Xiaofei pursed his lips and smiled, his canine teeth looming.

"It's okay," Bai Xiaofei said, turning around and walking outside first, and Liu Ruyan quickly followed.

After there were only two people left in the office, Lu Cheng belatedly noticed the low air pressure on Song Moran's body.

She bit her lip, looked at him inexplicably, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you unhappy?"

Song Moran looked at her expressionlessly, and could clearly see the real doubt in Lu Cheng's eyes.

"Worry? Worried about you? Watching? Leave?" Song Moran said slowly, taking a step forward every time he uttered a word, and soon arrived in front of Lu Cheng.

Song Moran's eyes seemed to be warm, and the places he looked at always made people feel hot.

"You, you," Lu Cheng was forced to look up at Song Moran who was approaching him step by step, his eyes dodged a little, and he stammered unconsciously, "What do you mean by this?"

Song Moran hooked the corners of his lips without warmth, and clasped Lu Cheng's chin with his fingers forcefully, forcing him to keep looking at him.

"You are my man," Song Moran said softly, with a strong tone, and the movements of his hands were deliberately aggravated, as if to emphasize something.

The palm pinching her chin exerted force, restraining all Lu Cheng's movements, so that she could only look at Song Moran motionlessly.

From Song Moran's eyes, Lu Cheng could clearly see his possessiveness, which was so intense that it made one's heart tremble.

At the moment when the eyes of the two made contact, Lu Cheng blinked involuntarily, and lowered his eyelids slightly.

The long, overlapping and interlaced eyelashes trembled slightly, and Lu Cheng could clearly hear Song Moran's chuckle.

She gathered herself together, looked away as if nothing had happened, put her fingers lightly on Song Moran's palm, and said, "I know."

When Lu Cheng said this, she seemed to recall the sweetness when she heard Song Moran's introduction to her just now, and the tip of her tongue could not help licking the corner of her lips lightly, with a smile on her face.

All of Song Moran's eyes were attracted by such a small inadvertent movement of hers, and she unconsciously exerted force on her fingers.

There was always a faint pain in the place where his chin was clamped, but it was still within the tolerable range. Lu Cheng kept silent, but Song Moran's sudden force this time made her involuntarily grunt.

"It hurts." Lu Cheng said in a soft voice, the corners of his eyes involuntarily turned bright red, and his eyes looking at Song Moran were even more moist as if they were covered in a pool of sparkling light, and the tiny shadows of eyelashes fell inside There was a circle of ripples.

Song Moran could see herself reflected in her pupils, small, slowly breaking apart in the ripples and then slowly reuniting.

After Lu Cheng opened his mouth, he reflexively let go of his fingers, looking at the conspicuous red marks on Lu Cheng's porcelain-white skin, a trace of remorse flashed across his eyes.

"Squeamish," Song Moran said with a deadpan expression, his voice was even less ups and downs. Under such a surface, Lu Cheng could see his eyes full of pity looking at him and his trembling fingers uncontrollably .

I don't know if she noticed something, but Lu Cheng took the initiative to stretch out her hand and gently placed Song Moran's palm on her cheek.

"It doesn't hurt," Lu Cheng said softly, looking at Song Moran with soft eyes and a smile on his lips.

But Song Moran didn't believe her words of consolation at all, and he couldn't help rubbing the slippery under his fingers.

However, you can clearly feel that when Song Moran touched the red marks on his face, his movements obviously paused, followed by a more gentle touch.

"Are you feeling sorry for me?" Lu Cheng couldn't help but asked with a chuckle, looking at Song Moran with bright eyes.

Lu Cheng didn't have any other meaning at all when he said this sentence, it was just a feeling, but it fell into Song Moran's ear, but it exploded suddenly like a bomb, making him feel like a bomb for the first time at that moment. Feeling overwhelmed.

The finger that was lightly placed on Lu Cheng's cheek involuntarily took it off, Song Moran put his hands behind his back and said with a sullen face, "Nonsense."

Although Song Moran's words were as concise and powerful as ever, Lu Cheng was not deceived by him at all this time.

Because I saw Song Moran's eyes looking at him, like a spring breeze blowing head-on, the water in the pool that had been sealed for a winter gently swayed and rippled, and the waves shone.

Lu Cheng felt as if she knew a secret about Song Moran, and looked at him with bright eyes.

Song Moran frowned subconsciously, and forced himself to ignore the cold that came from nowhere and climbed up his spine.

He coughed twice, turned around and wanted to sit back in his seat, or to get his own initiative, but such thoughts were ruthlessly broken by Lu Cheng.

She blinked her eyes, full of cunning inside, even her face became more radiant, Song Moran's eyes fell on her without interrupting anything.

"The air pressure on your body was so low just now, is it because you were jealous?" Lu Cheng deliberately lowered her voice, and said softly, looking straight at him with a pair of round almond eyes, which were deliberately pretending to be dazed and innocent.

Song Moran gritted his teeth and looked at Lu Cheng in disbelief. After a while, he turned his back from embarrassment and turned away from looking at him.

Lu Cheng could hear a muffled voice, it sounded angry, but for some reason it always made people feel a little lacking in confidence.

"Nonsense!" Song Moran reprimanded in a cold voice, and the air pressure on his body was terribly low.

But this trick, which is usually invincible, seems to be of no use to Lu Cheng at all, her eyes rolled around, and the corners of her mouth curled up even more.

Not only did he not close his mouth as Song Moran wished, but he took two steps forward lightly, his soft, undulating body almost pressed against his back, and the heat from his breath hit Song lightly. On Mo Ran's shoulders and earlobes.