Shining Stars: First Producer

Although he acted nonchalantly in front of Uncle Zhao, when the night was quiet and he was the only one left, Song Moran couldn't help but think of the scene of the two embracing each other, which looked unusually harmonious.

Song Moran's complexion changed, a blush quickly flashed across his eyes, even in the darkness, he could vaguely see clearly,

"Bai Xiaofei," Song Moran gritted his teeth, raised his hand and dialed the assistant's phone, and ordered, "Someone can trouble Bai Xiaofei, it's best if you don't have time to spare."

Assistant Nuonuo's response did not mean to ask anything at all.

Slowly throwing down the flickering cigarette butt in his hand, Song Moran went out calmly and came to the place where Lu Cheng lived temporarily.

He could vaguely see a few rays of light through the crack of the door, with a yearning temperature.

"What should I do with you?" Song Moran slowly put his palm on the door panel and sighed silently.

Unaware of Song Moran's entanglements and misunderstandings, Lu Cheng slept until dawn, hugged the quilt and rolled on the bed, and then sat up slowly.

Stretching leisurely, Lu Cheng came to the window barefoot, pulled open the curtains in front of her, and let the gradually warming sunlight fall on her body.

The cold winter has gradually passed, and Lucheng can vaguely see the green shoots emerging from the ground, just looking at it brings infinite vigor and vitality to people.

Rubbing her slightly damp hair and going downstairs, Lu Cheng greeted Uncle Zhao with a smile on her face.

"Good morning," Lu Cheng said softly.

Uncle Zhao's reaction was very indifferent, he glanced at Lu Cheng casually, and walked past him to leave without hesitation.

Lu Cheng looked at his back gradually disappearing in front of her in a daze, feeling very at a loss.

"It obviously didn't have such an attitude yesterday," Lu Cheng frowned slightly, thinking in her heart, "Did something happen?"

But no matter how Lu Cheng thinks, there is no way to relate Uncle Zhao's sudden change of attitude to the hug with Bai Xiaofei yesterday.

Song Moran sat quietly on the sofa, with a cup of black coffee in front of him, the milky white mist was floating faintly, and his expression was very vague.

Lu Cheng sat in front of him without any hesitation, and glanced at the food placed in front of him with a very disapproving expression.

Lu Cheng took a sip of the milk, and the sweet taste spread rapidly in his mouth, making him unable to help but narrow his eyes with a smile.

"You shouldn't drink coffee in the morning," Lu Cheng whispered, holding a transparent glass in his palm, looking like a hamster hoarding goods.

Song Moran froze for a moment, looked at the milk stains around his lips, didn't know what to think, and said, "Then give me a sip of milk."

Unexpectedly, Song Moran followed his advice so easily, a trace of surprise flashed across Lu Cheng's eyes, she quickly stood up, and said in a loud voice, "I'll ask someone to bring you another glass."

"No need," Song Moran lowered his eyelashes and refused indifferently.

Lu Cheng sat down again at once, looked at Song Moran with some dissatisfaction, and asked scoldingly, "Are you kidding me?"

Song Moran casually hooked the corners of his lips, and denied, "I just don't want to waste it, don't you already have it here?"

Listening to the words "I don't want to waste" coming from Song Moran's mouth, Lu Cheng only felt that the overwhelming absurdity was about to surround him, and he didn't even understand Song Moran's hint for a while.

"Don't want to waste?" Repeating this word softly, Lu Cheng couldn't help laughing, looking at him with a very strange expression.

A trace of helplessness flashed across Song Moran's eyes, and he sat there quietly, letting him laugh.

With Song Moran's cooperation, Lu Cheng gradually felt a little embarrassed. She raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose, trying to calm herself down. She opened her hand and explained, "I just accept it for a while. No way you said something like that."

Song Moran snorted coldly, but had no other reaction.

Lu Cheng glanced at him furtively, a little anger slowly appeared in his eyes, and flattered him, "I was wrong!"

The simple three words were spoken crisply and heartily, and the expression was firm and sincere. Under such circumstances, Song Moran finally couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

He didn't say anything else, just leaned forward, and under Lu Cheng's unclear gaze, he tilted the cup in his hand towards himself.

"It's very sweet," Song Moran said in a low voice with a smile, his voice was hoarse, and it sounded like people couldn't help but blush.

Although these words were an evaluation of the milk in the cup, Song Moran kept looking at Lu Cheng when he spoke, and it was hard to avoid his direct gaze.

Looking at the white liquid on his lips, Lu Cheng's earlobes turned red all of a sudden, and quickly spread to his cheeks, even his whole body was red, as if it was about to be cooked.

Couldn't help grinding his teeth, Lu Cheng glared at him angrily, turned and left angrily.

But just two steps away, Lu Cheng turned around and put down the cup in his hand as if he suddenly thought of something.

The sound made by the contact between the glass cup and the wooden tabletop is dull, but it is very noticeable, and the continuous ripples on the water surface attract people's attention even more.

Lu Cheng's voice quickly disappeared in front of Song Moran, and he could even vaguely hear the sound of closing the door.

A trace of complacency flashed across Song Moran's eyes. This kind of emotion dilutes his usual unfathomable image, adding a bit of youthful spirit.

Lu Cheng rushed back to her room in a daze, her whole body was buried under the quilt, her heart was in a mess.

After recovering her memory, Lu Cheng has been working hard to get along with Song Moran as an ordinary friend, and he suppressed the occasional throbbing on weekdays, whitewashing the superficial peace.

But this time the impact made Lu Cheng no longer able to ignore the relationship between the two of them. The beating heart kept reminding her of her feelings for Song Moran, and Song Moran kept echoing in her mind. Smile when you speak.

"Ah!" Lu Cheng growled in distress, and wrapped herself up more tightly.

Lu Cheng tried to calm herself down with such actions, but soon the isolated air made her a little unbearable.

"Huh," unbearable, Lu Cheng lifted the quilt covering his head, and Lu Cheng heaved a long sigh of relief.

Lu Cheng's eyes are moist, like magnificent gemstones soaked in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are even faint gray-white teeth marks on his lips, which are constantly fading away. All of this reveals the entanglement in his heart at this time.