Chapter 1294
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
She was extremely afraid.
The next day, she asked for leave from the crew and did not go to film.
Fu Chuanâs men had been keeping an eye on Lin lang. As soon as she took leave, Fu Chuan found out.
She was feeling guilty, so his guess was absolutely correct.
He thought about it and sent another message: [ is the real Lin lang still on the island in Thailand? ]
Lin lang was having lunch at home when he saw the news. He was so frightened that his face turned pale. He reached out and grabbed the corner of the table with a ferocious expression.
[ I donât know what youâre talking about. ]
This was her only source of confidence. Without evidence, no matter how much the other party questioned her, they couldnât do anything to her without evidence.
[ do you really think that you are her just because you have plastic surgery to look like Lin lang? Wouldnât such a lie be easily exposed? â
Lin lang suddenly felt discouraged.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Fu Chuan went to look for Fu Nanli and reported to him, â yes, itâs confirmed. Fang Yun replaced Lin lang and had plastic surgery to look like him. I also found out that the real Lin lang has blood type A, the most common blood type. Lin Langâs parents passed away when she was about ten years old and she followed du Tai for a period of time.
âDoesnât Madam du know her blood type?â
Fu Chuan spread his hands. usually, people donât pay much attention to blood type if they donât need a blood transfusion or something serious. Some people are in their fifties or sixties and they canât tell you their blood type. Lin lang has never been seriously ill, so itâs normal that Madam du doesnât know her blood type.
Fu Nanli nodded.
âSo how should we deal with this next?â
letâs lay our cards on the table. Set a time for her to go to Xiaotang mountain. Iâll talk to her.
On Saturday night, Lin lang went to Fu Nanliâs private room in Xiaotang mountain. Seeing the handsome man sitting at the end of the long table, he did not dare to go forward.
Why was it so difficult for her when they were all here to mess up her life?
Fu Nanli was slowly cutting his steak when he raised his head to glance at her. The sky outside the French windows behind him was hanging low, and the atmosphere in the large private room was heavy and oppressive.
âHave a seat.â The man spoke in a low voice and Lin lang slowly sat opposite him.
âMiss Lin, Zhenzhen, or I should call you miss Fang.â Fu Nanliâs eyes were secretly filled with maliciousness, causing Lin lang to tremble slightly.
âWhat do you want?â She asked through gritted teeth.
âDid you kill anyone?â The manâs gaze was so sharp that Lin lang did not dare to look into his eyes.
Her hand that was holding her handbag trembled violently, and the corners of her mouth twitched. I didnât kill anyone.
âAre you sure?â
âI didnât kill anyone,â Lin lang glared at him.
Fu Nanli put down the knife and fork in his hands, looking at her calmly. even if you didnât kill anyone, youâve replaced someone else. What do you think youâll face after this matter is exposed? â
Lin lang lowered his eyes and seemed to have given up struggling. anyway, I didnât kill anyone. I donât have to bear any criminal responsibility.
Fu Nanli didnât say anything. Fu Chuan, who was standing at the side, said coldly, â letâs not talk about whether the police will believe you or not. Your current life and everything youâve gained in the entertainment industry will all be for naught.
âWhat do you guys want?â Lin lang looked up at them.
âDonate blood,â Fu Chuan replied with a smile.
Lin lang bit his lips and clenched his fists as a cold glint flashed in his eyes, â âIâll consider it.â
âYou only have three days,â Fu Chuan said, knocking on the table.
âAlright,â Lin lang nodded.
She left the private room. When she was at the door, Fu Chuan called out to her, â âYou really didnât kill anyone?â