"I have sent the information you want to your email."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Di Lin stretched out his arm and opened the coffee table Jun Qing's notebook, held it over and put it on her knees, entered the email address, and opened the received email.

The email was arranged by him and found information about Feng Chen’s life.

In terms of information, Feng Chen’s information before he was a teenager was blank.

Where were they born, who were their parents...

There is no information on it.

The earliest record was that when he was seventeen, he received a full scholarship from Stanford with excellent results.

When he was in school, Feng Chen had already begun to build his own business empire.

After using his financial acumen and making his first pot from Wall Street, he quickly founded his own shipyard and developed into the navigation industry.

Subsequently, the business grew bigger and bigger, and until now it has its own shipyard and sea transportation company.

He is not only rich, but also generous, and often takes out his money for charity.

Such a person really makes people unable to connect with pirates.

Emperor Lin frowned.

Could it be that he was wrong?

Noting a news photo below the information, Jun Qing stretched out his finger to enlarge the photo.

In the photo, there is a girl standing beside Feng Chen, with her ink hair and eyes, and she looks like she should be Asian.

"Who is this?" she asked curiously.

Di Lin glanced at the following words: "It's his sister... Feng Nuan."

"Feng Nuan?" Jun gently repeated the name, "Strange... Why do you think this face looks familiar?"

In my mind, a sudden light of inspiration appeared.

She suddenly remembered that Feng Chen had said similar things.

"Green Qing, don't you think...I look familiar?"

Yes, he once told her this when he was on the farm.

Jun Qing turned his face suddenly, "He knows me!"

"Who?" asked Di Lin.

"Feng Chen!" Jun bit his lower lip lightly, "When he was on the farm, he asked me if he thought he looked familiar."

"So..." Di Lin narrowed his starry eyes, "He has seen you before, don't you remember?"

Jun Qing turned her face, leaned back to the screen, and looked at Feng Chen's face on the screen.

The face in front of me became more and more familiar with it the more I looked at it. It seemed that she had met someone similar.

If she had seen such an outstanding face, if she had seen someone who could not have no impression, was it someone she knew?!

But why didn't she remember it?

Or is she not inheriting the memories of the time traveler?

...

"His face looks familiar, but I just can't remember who he is?" She raised her hand to support her temples. She frowned and tried to memorize and search for traces of this face. "Strange, how could she not remember?!"

"Gentle!" He held the girl's distressed look in his eyes. Di Lin put her to his chest with heartache and stroked her back comfortably. "Maybe you met me during this period of memory, so you can't remember it. Don't make things difficult for yourself. When we get more information about him, we will naturally know who he is."

Di Lin still feels frightened when he thinks about Jun Qing’s memory for two years.

I am just worried that she will lose control of her emotions when she is using her brain too much.

When Emperor Lin mentioned the incident of amnesia, Jun Qing felt a little restless again.

There were many times when she wanted to tell him the truth, but she didn't know how to speak.

"Di Lin, those two years, I..."
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