Fake daughters are wealthy

In the Beijing hotel suite.

Qi Yan walked back and forth in the suite, and finally heard the doorbell ring. Her frowning brows were slightly relaxed, and her tense expression relaxed a little. She walked quickly and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a slovenly foreign man. The man was 27 or [-] years old. He looked very young. His facial features were not bad, and his height was right there.

It's just that he really doesn't like to tidy himself up, his beard is unshaven, and his whole person reveals a sense of slovenliness and decadence.

The sensory impression is not very good, too gloomy.

Isn't it the Masi that Qiao Nian met in the city circle before?

Seeing him, Qi Yan looked like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, and immediately pulled him in, and said anxiously, "You're finally here! Quick, help me find out Lan Yin's location. I'll ask the group's technical The people from the Ministry searched for a long time, but found nothing."

Masi walked in with a computer in his right hand, sneered, and said in a very disdainful tone: "The people in the technical department of Hengfeng Group are garbage!"

Qi Yan was a little embarrassed by what he said, but it was hard for her to say anything when she had something to ask for.

She silently closed the door, followed the man's footsteps, and walked towards the living room.

While anxiously talking to the man about Qi Lanyin's situation briefly: "Lan Yin has been missing for a long time, we have tried everything we can think of, and only found the place where she last appeared. We sent people to find her around the place where she last appeared. No, no one."

"You can't find it normal. She has blocked her mobile phone location a long time ago." Ma Si seems to be used to this kind of thing, not surprised at all.

He walked to the sofa in the living room, found a place to sit down, and took out the computer in the handbag. The black computer was full of thickness, and it looked different from ordinary computers.

He said to Qi Yan concisely: "Give me her mobile phone number."

Qi Yan found the pen and paper in the hotel, wrote a string of numbers and handed it to him.

Ma Si didn't talk nonsense when he got the things, he focused his attention on the computer, turned on the tracking system he made himself, and entered Qi Lanyin's information.

Qi Yan saw the jumping code numbers on his computer, and the green numbers kept refreshing, and her fluttering heart finally felt safe.

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On the other side, meanwhile.

Qiao Nian had just taken a cold shower, and the water droplets on her hair hadn't been wiped off. She walked to the desk and casually opened the laptop there.

The phone is placed nearby to charge.

At this time, the phone turned on.

The girl leaned against the edge of the desk with her legs propped up, and stood leaning against the desk, her standing posture was very irregular.

She stretched her eyebrows and eyes, slowly picked up the phone, pressed it open, and looked at it.

: Damn, there's a ghost following me!

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows.

She tapped the power button of the laptop with one hand, the computer turned on in seconds, and then connected to Guanyan's computer.

Sure enough, Qiao Nian casually entered a few codes and saw a very aggressive Trojan horse program trying to locate Guanyan's IP address.

"Oh, it's interesting." Qiao Nian threw the towel aside, pulled away the chair and sat down, with his arms resting on the desk, his sitting posture looked very tall.

She hung down a strand of black broken bangs to cover the peak of her eyebrows, but it couldn't cover the sharpness of her brow bone.

Qiao Nian's hands were so fast that she could almost only see the shadow of her white fingers typing on the keyboard, one after another counter-code poured out from between her fingers, and she seemed to type these codes without even thinking about it. .

In less than 20 minutes, Qiao Nian pressed the Enter key, leaned back, half-closed his eyes, and lazily looked at the automatically generated database on the computer...