Chapter 8 Mom’s phone call

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Liu Lian's cell phone rang several times, interrupting several people's reverie.

"Yeah, the official Weibo has released a preview of the show, and all the names of the guests' photos have been announced. Miss Yan, do you have a Weibo? If so, I can post it, and the official will @ you then."

Liu Lian said while brushing.

Yan Fuguang shook his head. She didn't want to be famous just yet. The original owner's parents didn't know that her "girlfriend" had set off such huge fireworks, and suddenly there were two more parents. She hadn't figured out how to face them yet.

I don’t know if the bug in the time machine is too weird. Every time, her relatives died early or her parents were unknown. Not only was there no relationship, but no love, and she lived alone for life after life.

But people are so careless, the more they are afraid of something, the more they will do it.

Yan Fuguang's cell phone suddenly vibrated. When he took it out, he saw the word "Mom" dancing vividly on the screen.

Her heartstrings tensed for a moment, she sorted out her thoughts, and then picked up the phone...

"Hello……"

"Hey, Yan Yan, it's mom! Where are you? Are you okay? Did someone trick you into participating in the show? Don't be afraid, mom will find someone to pick you up right away! Don't believe anyone who says it, just stay where you are.

Move, mom's friend will be here soon, baby, be obedient!"

Before Yan Fuguang could speak, a crisp female voice on the other end of the phone crackled into her heart.

Without a word of blame, I immediately worried about her safety...

Yan Fuguang's throat moved slightly. Is this the feeling of a mother's concern?

So what exactly was the original owner's disagreement with his parents? Yan Fuguang, who had never experienced the love and care of his relatives, really couldn't understand it.

After a few seconds of silence, Yan Fuguang finally said: "Well, it's me..."

For a while, I couldn't say the word "mom", so I could only explain the matter quickly.

"I was not deceived. I signed up for the program on my own initiative. The program team is very formal. Don't worry."

"How could Mom not be worried? Have you signed the contract and who is the director? Forget it, don't worry about it for now. Anyway, don't do anything now. Wait until Mom's friends arrive!"

Perhaps because he was frightened by the former Yan Fuguang, the tone on the other end of the phone was gentler.

"Mom didn't stop you for no reason. She was just worried that you would be cheated. You are only eighteen years old. Don't let mom worry, okay, Yan Yan?"

Why are the last few words trembling?

Yan Fuguang thought he heard wrongly.

She wanted to say that it was too late and the recording would start immediately, but she suddenly couldn't say anything...

As soon as the program team made the official announcement, they knew about it as soon as possible, and immediately called me to worry about whether they had been deceived. They must have been really frightened...

"Miss Yan?" Liu Lian didn't know why Yan Fuguang suddenly stopped moving forward.

Yan Fuguang was also a little helpless, so what should she do now? Her mother asked her to wait for someone to come, and the program team was waiting to start filming.

It really doesn't work...

Yan Fuguang picked up the phone again: "Well... how about this? I will go to the director now and you will communicate in person?"

Although it's a bit rude to make such a request suddenly, after all, I am only 18 now. My family is worried and needs to confirm with the director. This "reason" is very reasonable.

Although Yan Fuguang once ordered that he be the only one in the world, he might as well forget about it in this life and do whatever he does in whatever capacity he has.

The person on the phone seemed to think about it for a while and then agreed after a while.

"Okay, then don't hang up the phone. Now go find the director and I'll talk to them."

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In a manor in France.

An Ge was wearing pajamas, standing by the window with an anxious face, clutching her cell phone tightly, for fear that the call would suddenly be disconnected.

It was already past one o'clock in the morning in France, and she was suddenly woken up by a domestic phone call after she had fallen asleep.

The call was from her domestic assistant, who said she saw Yan Fuguang appearing on the guest list of a reality show online.

An Ge didn't believe it at first, but when she opened the URL sent by her assistant, she saw that the name and photo all matched. It turned out to be her daughter Yan Fuguang!

For a time, countless terrifying thoughts flashed through An Ge's mind. Pictures of fraud, abduction and the like came flooding in. The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became, but she was thousands of miles away and beyond reach!

An Ge looked out the window absentmindedly, unable to hide the anxiety in his heart.

At this time, a pair of strong arms passed through her waist and held her firmly in her arms.

"Honey, what's wrong? What happened?"

A tall and handsome French man appeared behind Ange. He had slightly curly brown hair and deep facial features. Although the years had carved some marks on the corners of his eyes, his pair of dark blue eyes still showed that he was a charming man.

He is the heir to JYH, the world's largest luxury goods group, and he himself is also managing a top jewelry brand under JYH with a history of nearly two hundred years.

He and An Ge have been together for nearly five years, and they are still fascinated by this beautiful, independent, and talented woman.

An Ge rarely showed her vulnerable side. She turned around and snuggled into her lover's arms, whispering: "It's Yan Yan. She seems to have participated in a reality show. I'm worried that she was deceived."

Anthony patted An Ge's shoulder and comforted him: "The phone is connected, isn't it? Everything will be fine. If necessary, I can contact the Huaguo branch and ask them to help. Don't worry."

Anthony has met Yan Fuguang many times. The beautiful little girl has never been very talkative. He knows that An Ge cares about this daughter, but the relationship between mother and daughter seems not to be so good.

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Here, Liu Lian took Yan Fuguang to find the director with a confused look on her face. She did not expect that there would be a "parents meeting".

"Then what, Miss Yan, are you really over 18 years old? You didn't hide it, right?" Liu Lian asked blankly.

"To be precise, eighteen years and twenty-five days old."

Liu Lian didn't really suspect anything. After all, she had seen the ID card with her own eyes, but she was a little confused when a parent suddenly appeared.

"Well... the director should be very busy right now, so he might not be able to talk to your mother for too long."

Liu Lian was not sure whether the director had time to answer the phone or not!

"It's okay, as long as we find someone."

Yan Fuguang understood what she meant, but the title "parent of an eighteen-year-old girl who just came of age" was still lethal. Although it was a bit rascally, it worked.

The first tent at the beginning is the temporary office of the director team, and there are many more staff members coming in and out than the art management team.

Liu Lian put his head in and took a look around, and finally saw someone in the crowd.

Thank God, director Cheng Xiaogang is inside, but as expected, he is indeed very busy. At this moment, there are three people around him reporting on their work.
Chapter completed!