Chapter 482

The network trading platform was paralyzed and could not trade normally.

Then, Mo Xin'er returns the message to the other party.

[alas, this trading platform was attacked by hackers. I didn't receive the money! 】

[it seems that God is destined not to accept this kind of business that damages people. I think we should forget this business. 】

the other party replied immediately: [please wait a moment. 】

Mo Xin'er: [sorry, I'm not going to continue this business. Goodbye. 】

then Mo Xin'er closed the chat room directly.

Lancashire, in the club.

Man sitting in front of the computer, Liang siran standing beside him, naturally saw the man and Liang siran chat record.

"What's the situation?" Liang siran questioned.

The man frowned and said, "the network trading platform was attacked by hackers, and the money didn't turn."

He didn't know how it happened.

"What about my money?" Liang siran is not happy.

"This..." the man's fingertips hit on the keyboard: "I'm not sure where the money has gone. It seems that it has disappeared out of thin air."

"What Liang Si ran gritted his teeth and said, "what is the vanishing out of thin air? You make it clear to me. "

"This network platform was suddenly attacked by hackers, implanted a very powerful virus, and all transactions were forced to stop!"

Liang siran sneered: "do you mean that everyone's money has disappeared?"

"Is this...

" then my money just disappeared, right? Are you working with that hacker to cheat me? "

"How dare you The man immediately stood up.

"Then it happened that I was attacked by hackers when I just transferred money!"

The man bowed his head: "my subordinates will find out!"

"That's what you're looking for." Liang siran roared angrily.

"Yes." The man immediately sat in front of the computer and began to operate.

...

Mo Xin'er then turns off the computer and stands up leisurely. He doesn't need to know that Liang siran is going to be angry.

Maybe someone will check it out, but they won't find her anyway.

Qin took up his cell phone and went back.

Just in front of the elevator, the mobile phone suddenly rang.

She looked at the screen, turned out to be Qin Zhilan.

Mo Xin'er frowns slightly. What does Qin Zhilan call her all of a sudden?

She picked up the phone, the other end immediately came Qin Zhilan gentle voice: "heart, busy?"

"No, Madam President. What can I do for you?" Mo Xin'er asked.

Qin Zhilan said with a smile: "in fact, it's nothing important, eh... Do you have time tomorrow? How about going to a piano recital with me at the imperial palace? "

"Piano recital?"

"Yes. Do you have time? "

Isn't tomorrow's piano recital Han Qian's?

Qin Zhilan invited her to Han Qian's piano recital? What's the meaning of this?

Is it to suggest something to her? Mo Xin'er guesses.

"Xin'er..." seeing that Mo Xin'er didn't make a sound, Qin Zhilan called her.

Mo Xin'er just recovered and said directly, "OK, I have time tomorrow."

"That's good. I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow. I'll see you at the concert hall." Qin Zhilan seems very happy.

"Don't bother. I'll go to the music hall myself."

"No trouble. I'll send someone over at noon. Just wait."

See Qin Zhilan very insist, Mo Xin'er will no longer refuse, so he promised: "good."

Hang up the phone, Mo Xin'er holding a mobile phone is very puzzled, why Qin Zhilan asked her to go to Han Qian's concert.

Just as she was distracted, the elevator door suddenly opened.

Qin Beimo's handsome figure appears in the elevator, interrupting Mo xiner's thoughts.

She looked at him and turned to a sweet smile: "Ninth master, you are back."

Qin Beimo came out of the elevator, saw her standing at the entrance of the elevator and asked, "where are you going?"

"Go downstairs, I feel you're almost coming back. I'm going down to pick you up. I didn't expect that you would come back as soon as I came out." Mo Xin'er said with a smile.

"Well." Qin Beimo nodded slightly: "go back to the room first."

Then they went back to the room together. Qin Beimo went to the cloakroom to change clothes.

Mo Xin'er sits on the sofa with her chin in her hand, and then she is distracted. She still can't figure out the purpose of Qin Zhilan's calling her to Han Qian's piano recital.

Qin Beimo changed a set of pure black home, came out of the cloakroom, and even saw the little woman on the sofa."Xin'er..." Qin Beimo called her.

Someone didn't respond...

"heart..." again.

Still no response....

Qin Beimo: "with long legs, he walked directly to the little woman, holding her wrist supporting her chin, and directly pulled the person up and into his arms.

The sudden action startled Mo Xin'er, she nestled in his arms, raised her eyes and looked at him: "what's the matter?"

Qin Beimo's narrow Phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, looked at her and asked, "what do you think? You didn't respond to two calls? "

"Ah? You... You called me? " She really didn't hear it.

Qin North Mo Ying Jun's Mou son stares at her, again interrogates: "what matter to hide from me?"

Mo Xin'er has three black lines on his forehead. The big devil suspects her.

"No Said, she wants to break free from his arms, this action, but let the big devil will hold her more tightly.

Looking at the devil's serious handsome face, Mo Xin'er had no choice but to explain: "in fact, it's nothing. The president's wife invited me to the concert hall to listen to the piano concert tomorrow."

Mo Xin'er is watching Qin Beimo. Han Qian has called him. He should know that Han Qian will have a concert in the Concert Hall tomorrow.

"Don't go." The Qin Dynasty is directly connected with the Mo Dynasty.

Er...

"but I've agreed."

"You really want to go!" Qin Beimo glared at her and asked, but the tone obviously knew that she didn't want to go.

Mo Xin'er: "Why are you so direct! I don't really want to go, but I just thought about it again. Anyway, it's good to stay and listen to a concert and be influenced by art. "

Mo Xin'er smiles sweetly, pauses for a while and asks: "by the way, Jiuye, that Miss Han should also call to invite you. Are you... Going?"

"No, there's no time."

"Oh." Mo Xin'er nodded: "that's OK."

Qin Beimo's secretive Phoenix eyes looked at her for a moment, then slowly said: "call me when it's over, I'll pick you up."

"Ah?" Mo Xin'er looks up at him: "don't you have no time?"