Jiang Tian looked at the other party carefully, the face was vaguely familiar, but it hadn't arrived yet, and the place where No. 8 allowed her to remember the other party's name.

"Who are you?!"

Sven scum chuckled, "I've written you a hundred love letters, and you forgot who I am?!" ”

Poof-

Jiang Tian remembered.

She didn't remember that face very well, but she remembered the hundred love letters.

The school bully of Yanjing No. 9 Middle School, the super-rich second-generation Luo Tianzong, when she was in the first year of high school, he was in the third year of high school.

Because he saw her once on the playground, he was shocked and announced to the whole school that he was going to chase her.

First, she sent flowers, breakfast, jewelry, and all kinds of gifts, and later knew that her family was not short of money, so she rewrote love letters, one a day, and vowed to impress the hearts of beauties.

Jiang Tian was annoyed at the time, the only good thing was that because of Luo Tianzong, all the boys who admired her retreated, and they didn't dare to fight when they saw her greeting, but it saved her a lot of trouble.

In the pocket, the phone vibrates.

Jiang Tian took out his phone and looked at it, which showed a new email.

"I've arrived, where are you?"

"Thank you for helping me ...... just now" Glancing in the direction of the bar from the corner of his eye, Jiang Tian smiled lightly at Luo Tianzong, "I still have something to do, let's go first." ”

Looking at the girl's back, Luo Tian squinted his eyes and licked the corners of his lips.

"The little beauty has grown into a big beauty!"

For an admirer when he was young, Jiang Tian didn't care too much.

She had important business to do tonight, and she walked down the stairs slowly, her eyes falling on the bar.

At the bar, there were many customers, but none of them ordered Bloody Marys.

It seems that the other party is also very cautious.

Jiang Tian was not surprised.

If the man had the fool to order a glass of Bloody Mary and wait at the bar, she would have been disappointed.

Taking out his mobile phone, Jiang Tian entered the mailbox and quickly edited an email to reply to the past.

"Basement bathroom door, I'll wait for you!"

Sending the email, Jiang Tian stood up and walked to the basement.

Kara Pavilion Nightclub, there is a masquerade ball in the basement every weekend, and this week is no exception.

Seeing Jiang Tian come in, the janitor casually handed her a decorative mask.

Putting the mask on his face, Jiang Tian walked through the dancing crowd and came to the vicinity of the bathroom.

Observing the surroundings, she noticed the utility room diagonally facing the door of the bathroom, she walked over seemingly casually, saw that no one was paying attention, pushed open the door and dodged into the utility room.

Through the dirty little window on the door, he stared at the bathroom door.

She wanted to see who the people who had come to the appointment.

Meanwhile.

Dark place in the corner of the first floor.

"Sir, the mail is coming!"

Su Dongyang handed over the mobile phone, and the newly received email was displayed on the screen-

"Basement bathroom door, I'll wait for you!"

"I'll go to the basement, you guard the exit, and I'll let you know when you're sure of the other party's appearance."

The feast put down the cup of pure water in his hand and put it up, and Su Dongyang also stood up with him.

Two men, one walking towards the basement and the other towards the door.

The janitor took the initiative to hand a mask to the feast downstairs, still complaining in his mouth.

"I know it's a masquerade, but I don't wear a mask at all!"

Taking the mask and putting it on his face, the feast carefully made his way through the crowd.

Approaching the bathroom, he quickly glanced around, his eyes falling on the hidden door of the utility room, which was the best hiding place to observe the bathroom door.

Not sensing that there was anyone inside, Feast walked over casually and stood at the door of the utility room, pretending to arrange his mask.