Shining Stars: First Producer

"Does our relationship make you feel that you can't accept it?" Song Moran didn't answer, but asked solemnly, with a serious expression and a dull tone.

Lu Cheng shook his head subconsciously, then quickly explained, "I didn't mean that, it's just that the time is not suitable for others to know."

Song Moran stared intently at Lu Cheng's eyes, and could clearly see her small self reflected in her amber pupils. In those eyes, it seemed that she had become much gentler.

"Why isn't it suitable?" Song Moran lowered his eyes, and asked, still chasing after her, with the determination and perseverance that he would never give up until he reached his goal.

Lu Cheng glanced at Song Moran helplessly, raised his hand and tugged at his reddish earlobe, and explained solemnly, "It's morning instead of other times, if others see us coming and going at the same time, they must I'll think about it a lot."

Thinking of the messy gossip rumors that he heard from his colleagues before, Lu Cheng couldn't help shivering, completely unable to imagine the situation when he became the protagonist in it.

"Why do you care what other people think?" Song Moran was not satisfied with this answer, and couldn't understand Lu Cheng's fear of those gossip rumors at all. He frowned and asked.

"Why don't you care?" Lu Cheng asked back, looking at Song Moran's expression, he was equally incomprehensible.

The communication between the two seems to have entered a new challenge here. They can't understand each other's thoughts at all, and their colleagues can't understand everything that the other party may encounter.

The driver who was also sitting in the car felt the constant pressure coming from the side, so he couldn't help but reach out and wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, carefully minimizing his sense of existence, for fear that he would attract the attention of the people next to him and suffer inexplicable implicated.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Cheng took a deep breath, turned around and looked to the side, and said nonchalantly, "It's getting late, I'll go in first."

Before Song Moran had time to say anything, he watched Lu Cheng leave, his footsteps hurried, and there seemed to be an evil spirit chasing after him.

He gritted his teeth calmly and got out of the car expressionlessly.
"Huh," the person who was constantly putting pressure on him finally left, the driver couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and his expression suddenly relaxed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from behind, Lu Cheng's heart couldn't help but jump lightly, and the pace subconsciously moved faster.

Sensing the change in her movements, Song Moran's eyes darkened, and he had no intention of chasing after her.

"Huh," Lu Cheng was in a very tense state along the way, and he was quietly relieved until he entered the office in a blink of an eye.

In the empty office, there were no other sounds except for Lu Cheng's slightly rapid breathing. Accompanied by the faint echo, Lu Cheng calmed down his panting and nervousness little by little.

"It's just to avoid other people's misunderstanding," Lu Cheng comforted herself softly in her heart, compulsively forgetting the footsteps and oppressive breath behind her that seemed to follow her everywhere.

Facts have proved that this is very useful, Lu Cheng's mood gradually calmed down, he sat at the desk as if nothing had happened, took out the things he wrote yesterday from the drawer, and put them on the table.

"What kind of harm Internet addiction may cause to young people?" Lu Cheng kept moving his hand, and the smooth and delicate handwriting emerged one by one on the paper. Accompanied by the rapid mental exercise, Lu Cheng murmured unconsciously Talking to himself, with a serious expression.

At this time, she put all her energy on her work and completely forgot what happened in the morning.

"Button," the sudden knock on the door brought Lu Cheng back to his senses, he frowned, and shouted, "Come in."

"Sister Lu," the first thing I saw was a bright smiling face, even a little flattering.

"Why do you have such an expression?" Lu Cheng raised her hand and pressed her forehead, and asked a little unclearly.

"Isn't it said that a smile can bring people good luck?" The man raised his hand and stroked the back of his head, explaining with some embarrassment.

It was the first time for Lu Cheng to hear such a righteous and unreasonable reasoning, so she couldn't help laughing, looked down at the pile of things on her desk, and waved at him.

"Do you want to ask the question from yesterday?" Lu Cheng asked, "This is some plan I made, and I think I can do some interviews about it."

"Really?" The man's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at Lu Cheng's expression in surprise, he hurried over.

Seeing him plunge into the information, Lu Cheng raised his eyebrows, couldn't help but feel that there was something funny in his heart, reached out and pulled the chair next to him over for him, and said softly, "Sit down for a while, you can read slowly .”

"Yeah!" The man replied without raising his head, looking as if he wished he could get stuck in those materials.

Knowing that he should not be able to listen to any of his words now, Lu Cheng just shook his head and didn't say anything else. These things are just some preliminary ideas, and they still need to be gradually optimized and comprehensive.

Lu Cheng raised his hand and rubbed his sore eyes, tapped the keyboard with his fingers, looked at the information he needed, and it flashed on the screen little by little, with serious eyes.

At the same time, in another place, Bai Xiaofei was looking impatiently at the person talking to himself, with patience written all over his body.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Bai Xiaofei asked unbearably, frowning.

Su Xiaoyue's expression changed, and she managed to suppress the unconscious hideousness, and said in a nonchalant manner, "I want to visit your filming process, I don't know if it's possible."

Although Su Xiaoyue made a questioning appearance, she never thought that Bai Xiaofei would reject her, her expression was complacent, her chin was raised high, it didn't seem like she was discussing, but like giving an order.

"No," Bai Xiaofei said without even thinking about it, and he didn't care about Su Xiaoyue's eyes that suddenly became ugly.

After taking a few deep breaths, Su Xiaoyue managed to suppress the irritability in her heart, and asked with a stiff expression, "Why?"

Bai Xiaofei glanced at Su Xiaoyue with complicated eyes, shook his head and said nothing.

But Su Xiaoyue didn't understand Bai Xiaofei's meaning at all, and still pursued aggressively, asking in a sharp voice, "Tell me why!"