At night, it gets dark.

There are no stars in the night sky tonight, and among the floating clouds, it seems that they are deliberately approaching the dark clouds.

Rong Sheng didn't tell Mo Zhan that he was going to the mask ball, but only said that he had an itinerary tonight and let him eat alone.

When she called, Mo Zhan was still in a meeting, and his assistant answered the phone.

Although I don't understand why this Miss Mo even has to make a phone call to report to their boss for a private matter like a trip.

But the assistant didn't dare to ask more, so he could only come down.

At half past seven, Rong Sheng avoided the bodyguards who followed her and went directly to the elite club.

After that, she took the invitation letter given by Ye Weiya and took a golden mask at the door and put it on.

In fact, it is said to be the most mysterious mask ball, and this mask only covers half of the face, and if you are familiar with each other, you can still see it at a glance.

Rong Shang walked into the clubhouse, and the colorful dark light fell from the top of his head, and there was a bustle in front of him.

Music was blaring, and some men and women were dancing on the dance floor, while others sat at the bar with cold drinks, waiting for an invitation.

Under the mask, Rong Sheng gently ripped the corners of his lips, a little disdainful.

She walked straight past the crowd, rejected the man who had come to invite her to dance, and stepped straight up the stairs.

There will be more than a dozen floors.

I heard that Xiao Ce set up the mask ball on the first to third floors.

The guests who came to the dance were also divided into three classes.

Three, six, nine, etc.

The highest is on the third floor.

As early as when Ye Weiya handed her the invitation, Rong Sheng saw that she was going to the clubhouse on the third floor.

Unlike the two floors below, the third floor doesn't have any noisy music or wild dance moves.

Everyone sits and stands in a regular manner, or drinks cold drinks and red wine, or accosting and chatting with the opposite sex who has their eyes in mind.

Occasionally, three or two would cross the crowd and invite the woman they liked to dance on the dance floor.

When Rong Shang went up, judging from her own temperament, aura and figure, she was undoubtedly a light in the audience.

It was also because of the attention of many men that Ye Weiya saw her at once.

In the crowd, she suddenly waved at her.

When Rong Sheng looked over, she also glanced at the man beside her by the way.

The man was different from the others, who were half masks, and his mask could completely cover his entire face.

Despite this, Rong Sheng still saw who the other party was at a glance.

Wondering what trick they wanted to play, Rong Sheng didn't think about it and walked up directly.

Until Ye Weiya's face, Rong Sheng stopped.

But I heard the other party ask in a gentle tone, "Qiqi, are you here alone?" ”

"Or did you come with Ah Zhan?"

Looking through the mask at the woman in front of her, who was obviously only wearing a simple black long skirt, but after wearing the golden mask, she looked too mysterious and amazing, Ye Weiya was faintly threatened.

But she was always smiling.

She pretended to be pretty, but she didn't have a good look.

"Did you invite Mo Zhan?"

The delicate eyebrows under the mask were raised, and Rong Shang's voice was a little frivolous.

Ye Weiya's expression was stunned, she subconsciously glanced at the man beside her, and then said, "Ah Zhan is our best friend, and he comes to the mask ball every year." ”

Meaning: good relationship, no need to invite.

Rong Shang let out an "oh".

And didn't give too much reaction.