Mad Wife Attacks: Jiu Ye, good morning!

Chapter 477 Why Are You Saying So Directly?
Chapter 482 Why Are You Saying So Directly?
The online trading platform was instantly paralyzed, unable to trade normally.

Then, Mo Xin'er replied to the other party.

[Oh, this trading platform was hacked, I didn't receive the money! 】

[It seems that God is destined not to accept this kind of business that hurts people. I think this deal should be forgotten. 】

The other party replied immediately: [Please wait a moment. 】

Mo Xin'er: [Sorry, I don't intend to continue this business, goodbye. 】

Afterwards, Mo Xin'er directly closed the chat room.

Lanka country, in the clubhouse.

The man was sitting in front of the computer, and Liang Siran was standing beside him, so he naturally saw the chat records between the man and Liang Siran.

"What's the situation?" Liang Siran asked.

The man frowned, and replied: "This online trading platform was suddenly attacked by hackers, and the money has not been transferred."

He didn't expect this to happen.

"What about my money?" Liang Siran asked displeased.

"This..." The man tapped his fingertips on the keyboard: "The subordinate is not sure where the money went, it seems to have disappeared out of thin air."

"What!" Liang Siran gritted his teeth and said, "What does it mean to disappear out of thin air? Please explain to me clearly."

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

Liang Siran sneered: "You mean everyone's money disappeared?"

"That's not enough."

"Then my money just disappeared, right? Are you teaming up with that hacker to scam me!"

"How dare this subordinate!" The man stood up immediately.

"Then it just so happened that I was attacked by hackers just as I transferred the money!"

The man lowered his head: "This subordinate will definitely find out!"

"Then you should investigate!" Liang Siran roared angrily.

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

Mo Xin'er then directly turned off the computer, stood up leisurely, and knew without thinking that Liang Siran was going to die of anger.

Maybe someone else would look into it, but they wouldn't be able to track her down anyway.

Mo Xin'er glanced at the time, Qin Beimo was almost coming back, so he picked up his phone and walked out the door.

Just before the elevator, the phone rang suddenly.

She glanced at the screen, and it turned out to be Qin Zhilan.

Mo Xin'er frowned slightly, what did Qin Zhilan suddenly call her for?
She picked up the phone, and Qin Zhilan's gentle voice came from the other end immediately: "Xin'er, are you busy?"

"No, Madam President, are you okay?" Mo Xin'er asked.

Qin Zhilan smiled and said, "Actually, there is nothing important, um. Do you have time tomorrow? How about going to the Imperial Music Hall with me to listen to a piano concert?"

"Piano recital?"

"Yes. Do you have time?"

Isn't tomorrow's piano concert Han Qian's concert?
Qin Zhilan actually invited her to listen to Han Qian's piano recital?What does it mean?
Are you trying to imply something to her?Mo Xin'er guessed.

"Xin'er." Seeing that Mo Xin'er was silent, Qin Zhilan called her.

Only then did Mo Xin'er come back to her senses, and said directly: "Okay, I have time tomorrow."

"That's good, then I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow, see you at the music hall." Qin Zhilan seemed very happy.

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

"No trouble, I'll send someone there at noon, just wait."

Seeing that Qin Zhilan was very persistent, Mo Xin'er no longer refused, so she agreed: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Xin'er clutched the phone and was very puzzled why Qin Zhilan asked her to go to Han Qian's concert together.

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

Qin Beimo's handsome figure appeared in the elevator, interrupting Mo Xin'er's thoughts.

She looked at him, and then smiled sweetly: "Master Jiu, you are back."

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

"Going downstairs, looking at the time, it feels like you're coming back soon. I was going down to pick you up, but I didn't expect you to come back as soon as I came out." Mo Xin'er replied with a grin.

"Yes." Qin Beimo nodded slightly: "Let's go back to the room first."

Then the two returned to the room together, and Qin Beimo went to the cloakroom to change.

Mo Xin'er sat on the sofa by herself, resting her chin with her hands, and then lost her mind again. She still couldn't figure out why Qin Zhilan asked her to go to Han Qian's piano concert together.

Qin Beimo changed into a set of pure black home clothes and came out of the cloakroom, and then saw the little woman in a trance on the sofa.

"Xin'er." Qin Beimo called her.

Someone didn't respond.
"Xin'er." He called again.

Still no response.
Qin Beimo: "."

He walked towards the little woman with his slender legs, held her wrist supporting her chin, pulled her up, and pulled her into his arms.

The sudden movement startled Mo Xin'er, she nestled in his arms, raised her eyes and looked at him in a daze: "What's wrong?"

Qin Beimo narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes slightly, looked at her, and asked, "What are you thinking? You didn't respond to two calls?"

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

Qin Bei stared at her with dark hawk-like eyes, and asked again: "What is there to hide from me?"

There were three black lines on Mo Xin'er's forehead, the Great Demon King suspected her again.

"No." As she said that, she wanted to break free from his embrace, but this movement made the big devil hug her even tighter.

Looking at the serious and handsome face of the Great Demon King, Mo Xin'er looked helpless, and explained: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just that the President's wife invited me to the music hall to listen to the piano concert tomorrow."

Mo Xin'er stared at Qin Beimo, Han Qian called him, he should know that Han Qian will have a concert at the music hall tomorrow.

"No need to go." Qin Beimo said directly.

Uh.
"However, I have already agreed."

"You really want to go!" Qin Beimo asked, looking at her, but his tone clearly knew that she didn't want to go.

Mo Xin'er: "."

Mo Xin'er laughed twice: "Why did you say it so directly! I don't really want to go, but I thought about it just now, anyway, it's not bad to stay and listen to a concert to be influenced by art of."

Mo Xin'er smiled sweetly, paused and asked again: "By the way, Master Jiu, that Miss Han should have called to invite you too, are you going?"

"No, no time."

"Oh." Mo Xin'er nodded: "That's fine."

Qin Beimo's secretive phoenix eyes stared at her for a moment, and then slowly said, "Call me when it's over, and I'll pick you up."

"Ah?" Mo Xin'er raised her small face and looked at him: "Don't you have no time?"

(End of this chapter)