The campus belle’s girlfriend betrays her and activates the ghost system

Wu Bing stood at the door of his home, wearing a black shirt, black trousers, and shiny black leather shoes. He was full of energy, looked heroic, and dressed like a successful person.

He didn't want to pretend to be a pig, eat shit like a stove tiger, and be humiliated and looked down upon by others.

No need!

Now that he has so much money that he doesn't even know how to spend it, is there any need to pretend to be poor?

That's a shame for his face.

She turned around and looked at her mother Miao Xiuying sitting on the sofa and said, "Mom, I'm going to go for a swim!"

"Son, at tonight's class reunion, remember to be low-key and don't drink too much. When you meet old classmates, talk more and don't just play on your phone."

"Also, pay attention to your current status. Those people are all younger brothers. Don't go too far."

With that said, she stood up, walked to Wu Bing, and patted his shoulder gently.

Although this action is simple, it is full of the mother's trust and expectation for her son.

Wu Bing nodded. He knew his mother was worried and understood what she meant.

After getting out of the house, Wu Bing drove a Rolls-Royce Phantom and drove down the street.

Low profile? That is possible! I will no longer be low-key in this life!

There are more than ten luxury cars in the space, which one you drive depends on your mood.

Half an hour later, Wu Bing arrived at the location assigned to him by the squad leader.

Seeing this five-star hotel, he couldn't help but feel better.

Isn't this your own hotel?

Ate here last night and came again today.

The security guards and greeters guarding the door came to salute when they saw their boss coming.

Wu Bing nodded and explained that he was just here to attend a party and not to expand the influence.

He threw the car keys to the doorman and headed straight to the party room on the fifth floor.

The doorman received the heavy car key as if he was holding an extremely precious work of art, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

His eyes were fixed on the golden car key, and an indescribable excitement surged in his heart.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom is one of the top luxury cars parked in front of their hotel. It is a rare opportunity to see it once, let alone to park it in person now.

He held the key carefully, as if afraid of it slipping, and took every step with extreme caution, fearing that something might go wrong.

When his companions saw this, they all cast envious glances.

In this city, those who can drive or have access to such luxury cars are undoubtedly beings with noble status and transcendent status.

In the Fugui Hall on the fifth floor, the lighting is soft and the atmosphere is warm.

Three large round tables were filled with Wu Bing's high school classmates, their faces filled with long-lost excitement and anticipation.

The main seat of the round table directly above has a few empty seats, as if the seats are empty to entertain distinguished guests.

"Do you know, the monitor is now a big boss, and I heard he is worth millions!" A female classmate whispered mysteriously, her words full of exclamation and envy.

"Really? Will he drive a luxury car here today?" Another male classmate joked, his eyes shining with yearning for wealth and success.

"Haha, maybe, we will have to have a chat with him later to see if we can get some benefit!" A group of people burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became more lively.

In the midst of the excitement, Zhao Guangrong humbly led Yang Wei into the hall and sat on the main seat.

Zhao Guangrong puffed up his chest, glanced at his classmates and introduced: "Brothers and sisters, this is my boss, Mr. Yang!"

"Everything I am today is all thanks to Young Master Yang's support."

"Young Master Yang happened to be inspecting his properties in our city today. He learned that our classmates are having a reunion today, so he came to attend. This is a great honor for us. Everyone applauds and welcomes him! All expenses today will be paid for by Young Master Yang!"

When the people present heard Zhao Guangrong's words, they burst into thunderous applause.

For a time, the Fugui Hall was very lively and the atmosphere reached a climax.

The faces of the students were filled with excitement and anticipation, as if they saw that tonight's carnival was about to begin.

Especially those female classmates, their eyes were shining with strange light, and they were secretly happy in their hearts.

With Young Master Yang's generosity, they can enjoy this class reunion tonight without worrying about the cost.

Several female classmates began to whisper, discussing Yang Shao's identity and background, and guessing how rich he was?

Their hearts were full of curiosity and they wanted to know more about this mysterious boss.

Zhao Guangrong glanced at everyone and frowned: "What happened? Why hasn't Wu Bing arrived yet? Such a big show?"

As soon as Zhao Guangrong finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

The originally bustling Fugui Hall seemed to be enveloped by an invisible chill.

The students stopped what they were doing and looked at Zhao Guangrong.

At the signal from Zhao Guangrong's eyes, several horsemen immediately stood up with fierce expressions on their faces.

They began to loudly criticize and curse Wu Bing, and their voices were full of provocation and ridicule.

One of them even specifically mentioned that Wu Bing was banned from practicing medicine by the court and was expelled from school, as if he was deliberately exposing Wu Bing's scars.

The atmosphere in the Fugui Hall instantly became tense, as if there was an undercurrent surging.

The students looked at each other, some showed surprised expressions, while others lowered their heads, as if to avoid the storm.

Zhao Guangrong sat there proudly, as if everything was under his control.

Yang Wei picked up the tea cup and took a sip, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

He looked around, enjoying the feeling of being in control.

Suddenly, the door of the private room was kicked open, and a gust of cold wind came in.

Wu Bing stood at the door with a cold face, his eyes like knives, scanning everyone present sharply.

There was unquestionable majesty and confidence in his eyes, as if he was the master of the room.

When Zhao Guangrong and others saw Wu Bing coming in, they were stunned for a moment, and then showed expressions of ridicule and disdain on their faces.

However, when they saw Wu Bing's cold gaze, the ridicule and disdain in their hearts instantly dissipated, replaced by an inexplicable fear.

Wu Bing looked at the people in the private room coldly, and finally fixed his gaze on Zhao Guangrong and Yang Wei.

He walked slowly in front of the two of them, stopped, leaned down, and looked directly into Zhao Guangrong's eyes.

"Zhao Guangrong, who do you think you are? Pretending to be a master here, are you rich? Want to control everything?" Wu Bing's voice was low and powerful, as if every word hit Zhao Guangrong's heart.

Zhao Guangrong was overwhelmed by Wu Bing's momentum, and he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable fear in his heart.

He wanted to retort, but he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

Wu Bing straightened up and looked at Yang Wei. He smiled slightly and said, "Who are you? This is all your instruction, right?"

"It seems...you are looking for death!"