Chapter 1293
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
âIâm indeed in a hurry.â
âSpeak.â
âIâm reasonably suspecting that the current Lin lang is Fang Yun.â
A sinister glint flashed past Fu Nanliâs eyes. This was a crucial point of breakthrough. If that was the case, it seemed that many things would make sense.
âWhy would you have such an idea? Do you have any evidence?â
Fu Chuan shook his head. Iâve had someone follow Lin lang for a few days and interviewed some people who had been in contact with Lin lang before. This included her teacher when she was in Film Academy, Fang Yunâs high school classmates, and ran ran.
Fu Nanli nodded, indicating for him to continue.
and Lin Langâs previous psychiatrist.
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes. Whatâs wrong with her?â
she used to have severe depression. Her teacher and those who had been in contact with her said that she was very sensitive and introverted, so she had been in the entertainment industry for a few years and was not famous at all. Her assistant, Fang Yun, was relatively strong and cheerful, and also very opinionated. She had quarreled with some producers and producers because of her. Lin Langâs personality now is very similar to Fang YunâS.
Fu Nanliâs brows were tightly furrowed.
thatâs not true. Fang Yunâs looks were average in the past and she doesnât have much of a memory. But as you said last time, her figure is very similar to Lin Langâs. Itâs hard to tell from her back.
Fu Nanli raised his head slightly.
this also explains why Lin lang has been unwilling to donate blood to Wen Qiao, and why she has never been admitted to the hospital for the past five years. It should be the real Lin Langâs blood type, which is different from Wen Qiaoâs. Sheâs afraid of exposing her identity.
âSo the real Lin lang was killed by her? She wanted to be an actress? You want to be famous?â
Fu Chuan shook his head. I really donât know about that. The main thing is that I didnât see any bodies, so I have to continue investigating. All of this is just my guess, but I think my guess should be right.
Fu Nanli lowered his eyes. then go and look for Lin lang directly and try to sound him out. Send someone over. Donât reveal your identity for the time being.
âDonât worry,â Fu Chuan replied.
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Late at night, Lin lang returned to his residence from the production team. This 300-square-meter flat was usually lived by her alone. There was a part-time cleaner Auntie who only came over to do some cleaning during the day.
She took a bottle of red wine from the wine rack, poured a glass, and sat on the high stool in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She took a sip, and the bitter taste spread on the tip of her tongue.
The phone on the marble table beside her suddenly vibrated. She swiped it open to take a look, and her hand trembled. The wine glass slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.
She was so nervous that her face was ashen. She looked at the words on the screen carefully, and her heart was in her throat.
where is the real Lin lang? â
She was suddenly afraid. The endless night had eroded and wrapped around her. Her whole body trembled slightly, and she was somewhat avoiding looking at the message on her phone.
However, she also knew that someone was starting to suspect her. If she didnât take any precautions, she would definitely be unlucky in the future.
She smacked the table, her expression contorted. Itâs all Wen Qiaoâs fault!
If Wen Qiao didnât want her blood, she couldâve kept the truth a secret for a long time. She just wanted to live on in peace.
She replied with an ambiguous message: â Who are you? â
However, the other party didnât reply. He didnât reply at all. The tone of the message made her feel flustered. It was as if the other party really had absolute evidence and was only informing her instead of asking her.