Shining Stars: First Producer

"I love you," Lu Cheng looked at him quietly, and then said bluntly, his expression seemed to be indifferent, but the red earlobe showed his true thoughts.

Never thought that he would be slightly inferior in the relationship between men and women, Song Moran stared at Lu Cheng in a daze, and didn't recover for a long time.

The two kept talking and laughing, but no one mentioned the spoiled Bai Xiaofei again, and no one paid attention to the program planner who was robbed.

Perhaps the power of gossip still exists, or Lucheng's planning this time is enough to attract the attention of most people. All in all, the fashion short film created by Lucheng by herself this time has met her expectations.

Therefore, the planning of this short film aroused everyone's curiosity, and the plagiarism storm that had been suppressed before was once again heated up.

"They're really boring," Lu Cheng nonchalantly flipped through the endless messages on the Internet, and complained, "They used to say that I must plagiarize, but now they are the ones who say I must not plagiarize."

"Don't bother with those boring people," Song Moran said softly, with a disgusted expression on his face.

Lu Cheng nodded obediently, and casually threw the phone aside, completely ignoring the intentions of those people on the Internet.

"You can accompany me to a place tomorrow." Song Moran said with a smile, slowly kneading the back of Lu Cheng's neck with his fingers.

Lu Cheng shrugged his neck uncomfortably, and nodded without hesitation.

"Don't you want to know where to go?" Song Moran asked helplessly.

"You won't lie to me," Lu Cheng said with a matter-of-fact expression, "What's more, if you make up your mind not to tell me, no matter how much I ask, you still won't know anything."

Song Moran couldn't help laughing, and with a slight force on his fingers, Lu Orange fell into his arms uncontrollably, and was held upright by him.

The next day came quickly, Lu Cheng was picked up from the bed by Bai Xiaofei early in the morning, forced to dress up, and was taken out again.

"Why do you want to leave so early?" Lu Cheng rubbed his eyes constantly, and asked softly in doubt.

Song Moran coughed lightly, nervousness flashed across his eyes, and he explained, "You'll know when we get there."

Lu Cheng glanced at him suspiciously, but found nothing.

"Can you put on the blindfold?" Song Moran stopped Lu Cheng who was about to get out of the car, and asked solemnly.

Looking at Song Moran's body constantly, Lu Cheng's heart beat uncontrollably, which seemed to indicate that something out of control was happening.

The two looked at each other quietly for a while, Lu Cheng sighed helplessly, and moved closer to Song Moran.

There was darkness in front of her, and Lu Cheng had to hold Song Moran's fingers tightly, for fear that she would accidentally bump into something else.

"Go this way."

"beware of the steps."

"Bend down."

……

Listening to Song Moran's continuous voice, the panic caused by the loss of vision gradually disappeared.

Lu Cheng hooked Gou Song Moran's palm, and said with a light smile, "You must hold me tight."

Song Moran's throat moved slightly, and he looked helplessly at the mischievous Lu Cheng, and replied softly, "I will definitely hold on to you."

After an unknown amount of time, Song Moran finally stopped. He unconsciously took a deep breath, his cheeks flushed.

Not knowing what Song Moran is doing now, Lu Cheng asked in a low voice with some doubts, "Have you arrived yet?"

"Here we are," Song Moran said softly, took two steps forward, and took off the silk scarf tied around Lu Cheng's eyes.

Lu Cheng blinked a little uncomfortably, and quickly discovered the unusualness here.

"Where is this?" Lu Cheng asked with some doubts.

Song Moran didn't answer, but instead pulled him forward.

"This is the viewing platform?" Lu Cheng narrowed his eyes and said to himself, "Viewing? Is there any program today?"

Listening to Lu Cheng's soliloquies, Song Moran was startled, and quickly interrupted him.

"We used to separate and combine, we used to quarrel, we cried, we laughed, we failed." Song Moran looked at Lu Cheng seriously, with a devout expression, "But now, we are still together, sharing success, we I want to wait until a long time later, I still have you by my side, is that okay?"

Lu Cheng unconsciously covered her lips, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at the man standing in front of her with a little bewilderment, not knowing how to deal with it.

"321," Song Moran's eyes flashed a trace of depression, and he said confidently, "Okay, I've already counted to three times, and you haven't answered any, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

Seeing Song Moran acting like a rascal for granted, Lu Cheng finally calmed down.

She shook her head dumbfounded, and emphasized helplessly, "You didn't mention this rule before."

"I said it in my heart," Song Moran said, clasping Lu Cheng's fingers tightly.

Lu Cheng looked at him with a smile, but didn't speak.

At this moment, a beam of bright light suddenly appeared outside, Lu Cheng looked over subconsciously, but what he saw was the bright fireworks.

"Lu Cheng, I love you," Song Moran's deep voice rang in Lu Cheng's ear, echoing the fireworks in the gray-blue sky.

Never having experienced such a surprise before, Lu Cheng couldn't help but blushed, and looked at Song Moran in disbelief.

"Is this a surprise?" Lu Cheng asked softly.

"Well, do you like it?" Song Moran asked pretending to be indifferent, but the sweat oozing from the palm of his hand showed his true inner thoughts.

Lu Cheng looked at him with a smile, then nodded without hesitation, and said, "I like it! I like it very much!"

Song Moran raised his chin, with a domineering look, and said confidently, "You can only say you like it."

Song Moran used to be domineering, and Lu Cheng felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart, but now Song Moran is still domineering, but Lu Cheng has penetrated his surface, seen through his heart, and felt sweet in his heart.

"Don't look at me, watch the fireworks," Song Moran said solemnly, raised his hand to poke Lu Cheng's cheek, his eyes were full of complacency.

Lu Cheng obediently watched the fireworks outside, watched the blue of the sky gradually fade, watched the fireworks gradually disappear, but no matter when, the two of them were intertwined and never separated.

"Let's watch the fireworks next year," Lu Cheng said softly.

Song Moran nodded with a smile, leaned over, and gently kissed those plump lips.

The figures of the two are cuddling tightly to each other, as if they will never be separated.