My girl group exploded

Chapter 987

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

She gritted her teeth, showing a painful expression.

Her hands gripped the quilt tightly, as if she was giving birth.

Everything in the room shook, every book fell off the shelf, and one by one the picture frames fell to the floor.

After the shattered glass fell to the ground, it could still reflect Yang Meng's weeping expression.

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

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

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

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

The expressions of the live broadcast anchors were much richer. Some smashed their computers in fright, and some cried directly. Accompanied by their screams, it made the scene even more terrifying.

Then everyone heard the sound of limbs being twisted, and saw that Yang Meng's hands and feet were twisted in a circle, which looked similar to a strange shape.

Then her eyes finally opened.

is all black.

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

She quickly restored her distorted body to its original shape, and stepped on the glass with her bare feet, without showing the slightest expression of pain.

She stepped on the glass to the bathroom and looked in the mirror numbly.

And what appeared in the mirror was no longer her own face, but another woman, or girl.

It was a pretty girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, probably at the age of high school.

With a single ponytail, no makeup, bright eyes, quite pure.

Such a girl should be the target of many boys in the class.

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

She frowned, and she frowned.

They seem to be integrated into one.

……

The camera was subtly transformed through the mirror, and the girl's face became Wang Xiaohu.

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

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

"Xiaohu?" Deng Ziming raised the corners of his mouth, and after recognizing that the person opposite was Wang Xiaohu, he excitedly embraced him by the shoulder 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, not caring much about his attitude towards him: "I went abroad later, and I didn't take the college entrance examination with you. Take a photo together."

"Really?" Wang Xiaohu gritted his teeth, hesitant to speak.

Deng Ziming chuckled, patted Wang Xiaohu on the shoulder, and persuaded him in a very relaxed tone: "Some things, don't mention them after they have passed. As long as we all forget it, it never happened."

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

But Deng Ziming wasn't worried, he suddenly said: "By the way, I heard that you had an argument with your leader because you didn't want to work overtime, and even posted the news anonymously on the Internet? After you resign now, you can't find a job, right? "

"By the way, have you stayed at home lately? Or have you secretly gone to work with your family? Don't look at me like that. I also heard from others that I saw you when I passed by outside."

Deng Ziming smiled and comforted him: "You are still so irritable, but as a brother, of course I don't want to see you fall into such a state. So, are you interested in coming to work in my family's company?"

"Really?" Wang Xiaohu always knew that Deng Ziming's family was rich, and his father's company was well-known throughout Shanghai.With my undergraduate degree, I don't even have the qualifications for an interview.

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

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

Sitting together with Zhao Yijun, Wang Xiaohu was out of his mind.

"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, now he has taken over his father's overseas business, Mr. Deng. In the past, our class Those women who look down on him in the street are all like those bees on him."

"And you and I, when we were studying, we could be regarded as prominent figures, but now we can only sit here and watch the fun. Hey, everyone is getting more and more realistic."

"But there are some people who didn't come, right?" Wang Xiaohu took a look at it just now, but he didn't see some of his classmates who he still had an impression of.

"I can't get in touch with a few of them. By the way, there is also a man named Liu Zhuangzhuang. Do you still have any impression? I heard that it was the Spring Festival in the sophomore year. He just got his driver's license and went to the street, but he was killed in a car accident. Yes! Ouch, things are impermanent."

"Old Zhao," Wang Xiaohu said after drinking another glass of orange juice, "Do you still have photos of our class graduation?"

"You mean a 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. What about your share?"

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

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

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

"Hey!" Zhao Yijun clicked his tongue: "This is Mr. Deng's little lover? It's so beautiful! Hey, why do you look 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, letting her beauty be released.

The other female students at the scene were overshadowed by Yang Meng.

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

"Beauty, are you drunk?" Deng Ziming asked in a gentlemanly manner, holding back his excitement.

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

"No." Deng Ziming had already hugged her horizontally: "I see that your foot seems to be injured, I will take you to the private room to have a look."

(End of this chapter)