Shining Stars: First Producer

Gradually, the only comfort Song Moran could utter was the words "don't be afraid". He pursed his thin lips, and patted her back with his big hands again and again.

Feeling himself falling into a warm chest, Lu Cheng's subconscious trembling finally stopped slowly, and reason and thinking ability finally returned to him again.

"Song Moran?" A familiar voice kept ringing in his ears, Lu Cheng's eyes trembled, and he asked weakly.

"Well," seeing that Lu Cheng finally had other reactions other than trembling, Song Moran's eyes lit up quickly, and he nodded quickly in response.

After confirming the identity of the person holding her, Lu Cheng tightly closed her eyes a little tiredly, and said nothing again.

Since he was extremely annoyed and angry towards Song Moran in his heart, he couldn't say anything else under the current situation.

Song Moran's fingers inadvertently touched Lu Cheng's fingertips beside him, and he was suddenly frightened by the coldness above, and his anger towards himself became heavier in his heart.

"It's my fault," Song Moran said in a low voice, "Now you have a good rest, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

"Well," Lu Cheng replied in a daze, the previous crying seemed to have consumed all his energy, his eyes slowly closed, and he soon fell into a blur.

Looking at Lu Cheng's red eyes and fingers that dare not relax even in sleep, Song Moran gritted his teeth tightly, gently hugged Lu Cheng in his arms, and walked outside slowly.

"President," the driver who had been waiting in the car saw Song Moran coming out of the car, and quickly shouted.

After hearing the voice, Song Moran lowered his head subconsciously, and sure enough, he saw Lu Cheng's eyelids tremble rapidly, as if he was about to wake up soon.

"Go to sleep," Song Moran quickly reached out to pat him on the back, and said as if coaxing a child, his deep voice seemed to melt into a pool of soft water, which was the most gentle expression he could give.

The driver didn't see the person in Song Moran's arms until this time, and felt Song Moran's sharp gaze, and quickly reached out to cover his lips.

Song Moran didn't make any comments on his behavior, and quietly looked away, but the fingers holding Lu Cheng tightened again.

"Where are you going?" The driver quickly crossed a question in his mind, but because of Song Moran's threatening gaze just now, he didn't dare to ask at all.

Song Moran seemed to see what was going on in his heart, lowered his voice and said, "Go to the nearest apartment."

There was a faint sound of the engine, and the car started to run slowly. Because of the concern for the person in Song Moran's arms, the driver tried to drive as smoothly as possible along the way.

Song Moran's gaze fell on Lu Cheng's face all the time, and the arms around him kept tightening, until Lu Cheng in his sleep felt restrained, and instinctively began to break free before suddenly waking up from his own thoughts.

Song Moran relaxed his arms, and watched Lu Cheng's tightly closed brows gradually relax before he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and looked to the side. The world of feasting and debauchery kept flashing in her eyes, and a noisy scene scene.

From Song Moran's point of view, all of this is nothing compared to Lu Cheng's eyes, a light, lighted eyes.

"Here we are", the car stopped slowly, and the driver reminded in a low voice.

Song Moran blinked quickly, gently picked up Lu Cheng and got out of the car, turned around and nodded at the driver, and then left without looking back.

Putting Lu Cheng on the big soft bed in the bedroom, seeing him groping around unconsciously with his fingers after being put down, until he hugged the corner of the quilt next to him before he seemed to be stable, Song Moran's eyes flashed. There was a trace of a smile.

"Sleep well, and wait until tomorrow is a new day," Song Moran said in a low voice, condescendingly glanced at Lu Cheng who was trapped in the quilt and slept unconsciously, shook his head helplessly, and bowed slightly A kiss fell on her face, and it was instant.

Lu Cheng seemed to feel the warm and moist touch from his cheeks, and unconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheeks, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, as if he had a dream.

The sun got up early in the morning and started his day's work staggeringly. The yellow light scattered on the branches with all the dead leaves and the clean road, as if covering everything. A layer of warm yellow light yarn.

Lu Cheng woke up in a daze, and blinked his eyes unconsciously.

"Didn't I be at the company yesterday? When will I get home?" Lu Cheng rolled on the soft bed, thinking to himself in a daze.

Quickly, all the memories of yesterday appeared in front of his eyes again, Lu Cheng's complexion suddenly changed, and the bed that made him feel extremely comfortable seemed to have turned into an iron plate with tens of thousands of steel needles, making him sit on it all at once. stand up.

As seen in all TV dramas, Lu Cheng lowered his head subconsciously, and kept groping his body with his fingers.

"Huh," after a while, Lu Cheng seemed to have finally settled on something, and let out a long breath of relief.

She lay powerlessly on her back on her bed, rubbing her fingers together once and for all, thinking about her vague memories of yesterday.

"Song Moran was the one who pretended to be a ghost yesterday!" Lu Cheng kept repeating this sentence, unable to let her mind wander away from this sentence at all.

"Kukou," just as Lu Cheng looked up at the ceiling with blank eyes, there was an abrupt knock on the door, breaking everything up.

Lu Cheng sat up in a jiffy, raised her hand unconsciously and pulled at her crumpled clothes from a night's sleep, hesitated for a while before getting up and opening the door.

"Did you sleep well yesterday?" Song Moran took a serious look at Lu Cheng's expression, and asked softly.

"Not good," Lu Cheng, who had slept until dawn, said confidently, looking straight at Song Moran, "I kept dreaming last night that someone was pretending to be a ghost in the company, and I didn't sleep well at all."

Facing Lu Cheng's eyes full of accusations, Song Moran couldn't help but raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, unconsciously feeling a little guilty.

"How can someone be so boring," Song Moran said pretending to be nonchalant, "Such things will definitely not happen again next time."

"Boring?" Lu Cheng repeated the word with a half-smile, then nodded solemnly, and asked, "If you're so boring, can you answer a question for me? What were you thinking at the time?"