Chapter 146: Money is not important

Van Vien glanced at the assistant, and the assistant cautiously said, "Sister Van Vien, if you don't want to say it, then forget it."
Van Vien looked at her and smiled. The smile carried a hint of sadness. She spoke, her voice already crying hoarse: "You said, when a person thought he was dead, he was sad and desperate for him. He was so sad that he suffered from depression and even committed suicide twice. It turned out that he did not die. But for so many years, he did not look for you in the future. Why?"
The assistant was dumbfounded.
How terrible does this story sound?
She thought of the shattered things she had seen in the entertainment industry and the endless dog-blood scripts, and cautiously speculated: "Maybe it is amnesia, forget the past, or maybe...he thinks it is not necessary."
This is not necessary.
The assistant's words, like a needle, pierced Van Violin's body.
Sixteen years, sixteen years!
From a cardamom girl to a mature woman, for sixteen years, she was sad and desperate for this person who thought she had passed away for sixteen years!
How long can the friendship of youth exist?
The answer is, a long, long time.
Van Vien's nails were pinched tightly into the flesh, and she didn't even feel the pain at all.
She is unwilling, unwilling.
Even if she heard him say it face-to-face, she would know why.
Is it amnesia, or has difficulties, or does not take their feelings seriously, there must be a reason!
After many years, no one knows how shocked she was to see his appearance of the star Pengyue in a banquet.
The assistant almost guessed something, a little surprised that this kind of thing happened to Van Vien.
Depression, two suicides?
This is too scary, right?
It is impossible to imagine that this kind of thing happened to Van Violin.
Van Vien wiped away her tears and stood up. Although her face was still pale, she slowly gained some original demeanor. She asked the assistant in a hoarse voice, "Do you know that we participated in the previous few days, Fran Group At the dinner party where the branch office opened in China, the vice president of Forlan Group appeared?"
assistant Manager:"……"
She knew the vice president, but she was not qualified to be there. She just heard what others said that she was only in her thirties, and her appearance was the absolute focus of the day, but he...has a fiancee.
She faintly felt the signs of the dog blood story.
Van Jin said: "I want to know his contact information."
The assistant blinked and quickly said: "Okay, I will find a way to get it."
She knew that if the things Van Vien decided were not for her own change of heart, others could not persuade her.
Although Sister Van Jin looked sad, she should endure it as an assistant, but she was too curious about it.
One is a young and promising vice president of a Fortune 500 company. It is said that he has a lot of background. The other is a female celebrity who is not low in the circle?
Depression, suicide.
Mom, just exploding some small news, I am afraid it is the shocking news of the year.
Van Vien sank her eyes, wiped her face with a wet tissue, her eyes were already crying a little sore, she calmed down, looked at the phone again, and sent a message to Qiao Jin.
Anonymous buyer xx: I still want to count.
Today: Dear, you have already counted the most important things, you can't continue to count.
Anonymous buyer xx: I can continue to place the order, which is the most expensive one.
Today: It is not important whether money is money or not. What is important is that you can't forget it.
Van Vien was a little surprised. What's wrong with this fortune-telling shop?