Shining Stars: First Producer

The palm that Lucheng patted didn't bring much strength, it was more like sticking to it softly, with its own temperature and its own sweet taste.

A gleam of enjoyment flashed across Song Moran's eyes, and he glanced at Bai Xiaofei who was sitting next to him with some pride, raised his hand and lightly pressed it on her hand, and complained dissatisfiedly, "Assistant Song always deliberately Exaggerate something."

"I'll go back with you," Lu Cheng thought for a while, then tentatively said.

Song Moran originally didn't want to let her and Bai Xiaofei be together alone, but he didn't expect that there would be an unexpected joy, so he nodded quickly, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, immediately diluting the rigor he was carrying.

"Leave now?" Song Moran asked, but he had already stood up, obviously not giving Lu Cheng any chance to choose.

Lu Cheng gave him a helpless look, but just like her whole person, his gaze didn't have any offensive power, instead it looked more like a spoiled child.

"I'll contact you tomorrow." Lu Cheng turned to look at Bai Xiaofei who was standing beside him, and whispered a little embarrassedly, "There are other things in the company today, so I really can't leave."

Stiffly moving his facial features, Bai Xiaofei pretended to be calm and said, "It's okay, I can understand."

But even though his expression is as calm as ever, the envy and jealousy in his heart have already flooded, not to mention that Song Moran always remembers to provoke him.

Watching them leave side by side, Bai Xiaofei's heart gradually became hard, the blood in his body seemed to be frozen layer by layer, turning into a piece of solid ice.

"President, some directors ask you to give them an explanation," Assistant Song hurriedly greeted them almost as soon as they entered the company, and said in a hasty tone.

Song Moran frowned a little irritably, and couldn't help asking, "Who provoked it first?"

He still knows a little about these directors. Most of them are bullying and fearing hard, just waiting to get a dividend at the end of the year, but there are still a small number of directors who are always jumping up and down, and they can't tell what their purpose is.

Assistant Song's expression changed, and he couldn't help looking at Lu Cheng who was standing beside him.

"Say it directly," Song Moran couldn't bear to see him dawdling like this, so he couldn't help but frowned and scolded.

Hearing his cold voice, Assistant Song shuddered, and all the calculations and balances in his heart were completely forgotten.

"It's because they didn't know where you gave most of the company's shares to Lucheng. Some people took this opportunity to make trouble, and they knew that you pushed the company's meeting today because of Lucheng. That's why all of a sudden. I can't hold it anymore," Assistant Song analyzed clearly, but the focus of each item was on Lu Cheng.

"I..." Lu Cheng unconsciously looked at Song Moran, with all his dependence and weakness in his eyes.

Under his gaze, Song Moran's heart suddenly softened. He raised his hand and tapped her forehead lightly, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, they dare not really do anything."

"What is the procedure for returning the shares you sent over to you?" Lu Cheng asked, looking at him very seriously.

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across Song Moran's eyes. He was dissatisfied with the caring people jumping up and down in the company, dissatisfied with Lu Cheng's distrust of him, and dissatisfied with Assistant Song's lack of propriety...

Song Moran took a deep breath, barely suppressed his inner irritability, and pretended to be calm and said, "You don't have to worry about anything, I can solve it myself."

And Song Moran's reaction also made Lu Cheng, who has keen senses, feel a little uncomfortable, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and he said emphatically, "But this incident happened because of me, don't you Do you want me to pretend like I don't know anything?"

"You should learn to trust me," Song Moran didn't listen carefully to Lu Cheng's words at all, and said with a blank face, "I said I can solve this matter, you don't have to worry about anything."

The two faced each other blankly, neither of them could convince the other, nor could they make themselves accept the other's theory.

Assistant Song quietly dodged to the side, a trace of irritability flashed across his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said, "They are still waiting in the meeting room, what do you mean?"
Song Moran took a deep look at Lu Cheng, turned around and looked at Assistant Song and said. "Take her to sit in the lounge next to you for a while."

"You can't do this!" Sensitively aware of Song Moran's intentions, Lu Cheng's eyes widened in dissatisfaction, and he emphasized in an amplified voice, while reaching out to grab him.

But I don't know if Song Moran had already made preparations, the moment he stretched out his hand, he walked to the side, and quietly avoided Lu Cheng's fingers.

Seeing the back of him leaving without hesitation, Lu Cheng's face changed again and again, and he stomped his feet to catch up, but was stopped by Assistant Song with quick eyes and hands.

"The president asked you to stay here," Assistant Song said in a business-like manner, with no ups and downs in his tone, but Lu Cheng always felt uncomfortable when he looked over from time to time.

Because that gaze is always emphasizing this matter, and he is a burden, a burden on Song Moran.

Lu Cheng wanted to refute this matter, but Assistant Song's stern gaze made him speechless for a long time.

"Please go this way," Assistant Song didn't care what Lu Cheng was thinking, and said again, with his fingers respectfully posing as a gesture of invitation, but I don't know if it was because of Lu Cheng's preconceived notions that he He always felt that Assistant Song's behavior made him extremely uncomfortable.

"You don't have to do this," Lu Cheng said a little irritably, "I know you don't like me, there's no need to force yourself to put on a respectful look."

"You're joking," Assistant Song said without raising his head, with no fluctuations in his tone.

Seeing her unwillingness to eat, Lu Cheng felt anxious, but he had no choice but to stamp his feet on the spot, and finally reluctantly followed Assistant Song to the side.

"Song Moran can solve it, right?" Lu Cheng would always feel restless in a too quiet environment, she unconsciously raised her head to look at Assistant Song standing beside her, and asked in a low voice.

"You should have some confidence in the president," Assistant Song said, more dissatisfied with him because of Lu Cheng's questioning.