Chapter 733： Wonder what she's plotting

After leaving the He Family Mansion, Yan Zhixu didn't rush to book a hotel, took out the map on his mobile phone to check, and then took a taxi to an Internet cafe.

In the Rising Sun Internet Cafe.

She opened a one-person box, turned on the computer, and Nan Zelin sat beside him obediently watching, his face was calm and unaffected.

The computer is turned on.

Yan Zhixu's slender and fair hands tapped on the black mechanical keyboard, leaving a trail of afterimages on the spot with his quick movements.

The sound of hitting the keyboard sounded in the box, crisp and rhythmic, and it sounded comfortable and pleasant.

A string of codes appeared on the screen, and it didn't take long to break the firewall easily. After entering the system, a virus was programmed into it.

After doing everything, she wiped away the traces, exited and turned off the computer and got up from the position.

"Let's go."

"Okay."

Nan Zelin stretched out his hand and pulled her with a big warm hand. He didn't ask who he was targeting, he already had guesses in his heart.

After coming out of the Internet cafe, Yan Zhixu stopped a taxi and got on it, heading for the Hyatt Regency Hotel in the imperial capital.

——

He's Group.

All the computers in the company were paralyzed and could not be turned off. There was also an acrobatic clown playing in a loop on the screen.

The firewall is broken and cannot be repaired, and there is a virus in the computer system.

Everyone in the technical department was dispatched, but these highly paid personnel were helpless, and they were still to no avail.

As soon as He Zhou arrived at the company, he heard that the security system was paralyzed, unable to operate as usual, and everyone could not work normally.

"Crack-"

He pushed the people out of the office into the technical department, and saw these worried people with serious faces.

"Solve the problem as soon as possible. If you can't solve it, you all pack up and leave. The He family doesn't raise useless waste."

Everyone was miserable when they heard He Zhou's words. If it was ordinary poisoning, they couldn't solve it.

But the other party's technology is superior to them, and it can be said to be the top existence even in the whole country. How to crack this?

"Mr. He, we will solve the problem as soon as possible."

The technical minister panicked, picked up a bottle of mineral water on the desk, unscrewed the cap, and drank half of the bottle.

Just as everyone was getting ready for Hezhou's thunderstorm, his cell phone rang.

"Buzzing—"

He took out his mobile phone and saw that the caller's note was his son's attending physician. He pushed open the door and went out to answer the call.

The technicians in the office wiped the sweat from their foreheads, let out a sigh of relief, and continued to think about the problem.

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Arrive at the Hyatt Regency Hotel.

As soon as Yan Zhixu was about to book a room, he received a life-threatening serial call from his uncle Nan Jinchuan.

After answering the phone and reporting the address, fifteen minutes later, he appeared in the hotel in a dusty manner.

Seeing that the two of them were safe and unhurt, the anxiety in their eyes faded away.

Nan Jinchuan rarely showed a warm smile, his tone was gentle, and he squatted down and looked at Nan Zelin.

"I know everything. I respect your decision whether to recognize her or not while ensuring the safety of your life."

Song Qingling erased all traces at the beginning and married into the He family in the imperial capital. It is no wonder that no relevant news has been found in these years.

Nan Zelin was far more composed than everyone imagined.

He copied it with one hand in the pocket of his jeans, "Let's talk about the paternity test, and you've been a father and a mother for so many years. In fact, having a mother or not doesn't matter much to me."

He has always been a narrow-minded person, and his possessiveness towards family affection is even stronger.

Since the other party hates him in every possible way, why should he put his hot face on his cold ass?

He was just a little curious, Song Qingling was so anxious to recognize what he was plotting.