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As soon as An Xiaojing finished recording the talent show, his manager Yue Ziming urged him to go to the studio to shoot commercials.

An Xiaojing was so tired that he slumped on the seat, and looked weakly at Yue Ziming beside him.

"Brother Ming, I'm so tired, can you stop making me spin?"

"I don't want you to keep going, but this advertisement is about this time, and the other party can't change it."

An Xiaojing sighed helplessly, and waved his hand to motion for Ozawa to come over and massage his shoulders.

"However, it's also to blame for the long recording time of today's talent show. If it wasn't for an unexpected delay in the middle, you wouldn't even have a lunch break."

An Xiaojing took a rest with his eyes closed, and he replied lightly to Yue Ziming: "You can't blame the program group, no one wants to have unexpected situations, but I thought I could change the time of commercial shooting, but I didn't expect it to be impossible. .”

"I have communicated with the advertiser, and the time of the other party cannot be changed, otherwise it will have to wait for a while, but you are going to join the crew later, so there is no time for them to shoot, so I can only blame you for being tired today .”

An Xiaojing nodded without speaking, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Yue Ziming glanced at An Xiaojing's tired look, and sighed helplessly.

"Let you be intemperate at night, so you don't have the energy to work during the day? You have to let your family be more temperate."

When the car arrived at the entrance of the studio, Yue Ziming was just about to get out of the car when he saw many fans rushing forward holding signs of An Xiaojing.

Yue Ziming was astonished, and looked at Ozawa, "Who leaked Xiaojing's itinerary?"

Ozawa shook his head, "I don't know, I've always kept it a secret, and I won't let fans know easily."

Yue Ziming looked at the group of fans who were about to surround their car, and he couldn't help showing a distressed expression.

"There is no way to get out of the car now, driver, see if you can change the entrance."

Fans outside had surrounded the entire car, and the driver couldn't reverse the car even if he wanted to.

The driver looked back at Yue Ziming and said, "There are fans outside, so I can't leave."

Yue Ziming looked at the time on his watch, the appointment with the advertiser was about to arrive, but An Xiaojing couldn't get out of the car with fans surrounded here.

The sound outside was very noisy, and the fans' screams could not be blocked even with the car windows closed. An Xiaojing was woken up by their screams.

An Xiaojing slowly opened his eyes, and he was almost startled when he saw a group of girls outside the car window clapping the car windows.

An Xiaojing glanced back at Yue Ziming, and asked, "Brother Ming, what's going on? Why did I wake up like this?"

"I don't know who leaked your itinerary. Now Ozawa has asked the security guards inside to clear the way for you. Let's wait."

After a while, the security guards of the studio began to help clear the road, but the fan group was too strong, and the road just opened was immediately crowded, and the security guards were also squeezed among the fans.

"This..." An Xiaojing looked out of the car window helplessly, not daring to get out of the car at all, for fear that he would be squeezed into meatloaf when he got out of the car.

At this time, Yue Ziming made a suggestion to An Xiaojing.

"Xiao Jing, why don't you call Boss Yan, maybe he has a solution."

"What can I do if I call him about this?"

"You just call, maybe he will help solve it."

An Xiaojing thought for a while, and threw the phone directly to Yue Ziming, "Tell him, I don't know how to talk to him about such a shameful thing."

"Okay, let me tell."

Yue Ziming took the mobile phone that An Xiaojing threw to him, he found Yan Wujing's note, and dialed it.

Yan Wujing on the other end of the phone thought it was An Xiaojing calling him, and the first sentence was "Baby, miss me?"

"Cough cough." Yue Ziming coughed twice in embarrassment, "Mr. Yan, I am Xiao Jing's manager, Yue Ziming."

"Well, what's the matter?"

Yan Wujing's voice was very indifferent, completely different from the gentleness when he just answered the phone, making Yue Ziming almost think that he had an auditory hallucination just now.

Mr. Yan is really quick enough to switch modes.

Yue Ziming explained to Yan Wujing solemnly: "It's like this, now Xiaojing is surrounded by fans and trapped in the car, and the security guards tried to clear the road but failed to open a way, why don't you help Mr. Yan find a way? "

"Send me the location."

About 10 minutes after An Xiaojing was trapped in the car, Yan Wujing appeared with his bodyguards.

His bodyguards are all well-trained, and everyone is tall and strong, and they can easily lift several female fans.

A group of bodyguards showed no sympathy, and forcibly pushed the fans back step by step, thus opening a passage.

The more crowded the fans were, the bodyguards stood still, making the fans unable to push with all their strength.

The bodyguards under Yan Wujing's hands are really powerful, they can stand like a pine in such a crowded situation, thinking about how terrifying the usual training is.

"Xiao Jing." Yan Wujing opened the car door, smiled and extended his hand to An Xiaojing.

The moment An Xiaojing saw Yan Wujing, he felt a god-like halo lit up behind Yan Wujing, fascinated his eyes.