Yang Meng was lying on the bed. Although she had her eyes closed, she was sweating constantly on her face.

She gritted her teeth and showed an expression of pain.

Her hands were clutching the quilt tightly, as if she was giving birth to a child.

Everything in the room was shaking, every book on the bookshelf fell, and picture frames fell to the floor one by one.

After the broken glass was scattered on the floor, it could still reflect Yang Meng's crying expression.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Meng's body suddenly rose into the air and was suspended in mid-air.

Accompanied by the gloomy and thrilling background music, the facial expressions of every audience member changed.

Tang Yue immediately covered her ears and hid behind Su Yin, not daring to watch TV anymore.

Luo Chen took a breath. He suddenly felt that this episode was much scarier than their two episodes.

The expressions of the live broadcast anchors were much richer. Some were so frightened that they smashed their computers, and some burst into tears. Their screams made the scene even more terrifying.

Then everyone heard the sound of limbs being twisted, and saw Yang Meng's hands and feet twisted in a circle, looking almost like an alien.

At this time her eyes finally opened.

It's all black.

With a plop, Yang Meng fell onto the bed again, but the next second, she stood up.

She quickly restored her twisted body to its original shape and stepped on the glass with her bare feet, not showing any pain on her face.

She stepped on the glass and walked to the bathroom, looking numbly in the mirror.

What appeared in the mirror was no longer her own face, but another woman, or rather a girl.

She was a pretty pretty girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, probably in high school.

She has a single ponytail, no makeup, bright eyes, and is quite innocent.

Such girls should be the targets of many boys in the class.

When Yang Meng laughed, the girl in the mirror also laughed with her.

She frowned, and she frowned too.

They seemed to have merged into one.

…

The camera was cleverly transformed through the mirror, and the girl's face turned into Wang Xiaohu.

He patted his cheek, and a man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a Swiss watch, walked in.

"Deng Ziming?" Wang Xiaohu saw the other person through the mirror, and immediately turned around to greet him.

"Xiaohu?" Deng Ziming raised the corners of his mouth. After recognizing that the person opposite was Wang Xiaohu, he excitedly put his arms around the other person's shoulders and gave him a hug.

Compared to Deng Ziming's enthusiasm, Wang Xiaohu's reaction was much colder.

He just nodded: "Long time no see."

"Well," Deng Ziming let go of Wang Xiaohu and didn't care much about his attitude towards him: "I went abroad later and didn't take the college entrance examination with you. In fact, it's a pity when I think about it. The most pity is that I didn't take the college entrance examination with you.

Take a group photo together.”

"Really?" Wang Xiaohu gritted his teeth and hesitated.

Deng Ziming chuckled lightly, patted Wang Xiaohu on the shoulder, and persuaded him in a very relaxed tone: "Some things should not be mentioned again after they have passed. As long as we all forget, it never happened."

"But..." Wang Xiaohu's mood was a little abnormal.

However, Deng Ziming was not worried. He suddenly said: "By the way, I heard that you had a quarrel with your leader because you were unwilling to work overtime, and you even anonymously broke the news online? As a result, you can't find a job after you resigned!"

"

"By the way, have you been idle at home recently? Or have you secretly gone to work for the whole family? Don't look at me like that. I also heard what others said, saying that I saw you when I was passing by outside."

Deng Ziming smiled and comforted: "You are still so hasty, but as a brother, of course I don't want to see you in such a downturn. So, are you interested in working in my family's company?"

"Really?" Wang Xiaohu has always known that Deng Ziming's family is very rich, and his father's company is very famous throughout Shanghai. With a bachelor's degree like his own, he is not even qualified for an interview.

"Yes." Deng Ziming walked out of the bathroom with satisfaction: "We have experienced so many things together, and we should help each other."

Today should be the busiest day in the Jade Bird Hall. The hall is full of people, and everyone is talking and laughing.

Wang Xiaohu and Zhao Yijun were sitting together, lost in their thoughts.

"Tell me, it's only been six years since we graduated from high school, no, seven years. How come everyone has changed so much! Look, Deng Ziming is now taking over his father's overseas business. It's Mr. Deng. Our class used to be

The women who look down on him here are all as good as those bees who are all around him."

"And you and me, we were considered prominent figures when we were studying, but now we can only sit here alone and watch the fun. Hey, everyone is becoming more and more realistic."

"But there are people who didn't come, right?" Wang Xiaohu took a look just now, but he didn't see a few classmates whom he still remembered.

"I couldn't get in touch with a few of them. Oh, by the way, there was also a man named Liu Zhuangzhuang. Do you still have any memories? I heard that it was during the Spring Festival in my sophomore year. I just got my driver's license and went out on the street, but I was killed in a car accident.

Oh! Oh, things are unpredictable."

"Old Zhao," Wang Xiaohu drank another glass of orange juice before he said, "Do you still have the photos of our class when they graduated?"

"You mean graduation photo?" Zhao Yijun was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Wang Xiaohu mentioned it: "I don't remember where I put it. I'll look for it for you later. Where's your share?"

"I, I threw it away when I graduated." When he said this, Wang Xiaohu suddenly lost his hand and the cup fell to the ground.

However, this sound did not attract anyone's attention, because at this moment, many people's eyes followed Deng Ziming and looked towards the door.

An extremely beautiful woman carried a bag and stumbled into Deng Ziming's arms.

"Eh!" Zhao Yijun clicked his tongue: "Is this Mr. Deng's little lover? So beautiful! Hey, why are you so stupid! No, you like her, she is Mr. Deng's person!"

"I, I just look familiar." Wang Xiaohu sighed, that woman was Yang Meng.

She dressed very normally today, which allowed her beauty to be released.

The other female classmates present looked eclipsed in front of Yang Meng.

Wang Xiaohu just glanced at her, as if his soul had been taken away.

"Beauty, are you drunk?" Deng Ziming suppressed his excitement and asked gentlemanly.

"I, I don't know you." Yang Meng bit her lower lip shyly: "Did I go to the wrong place?"
Chapter completed!