A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating

  Chapter 225 His name is Xiao Shen, Shen Nanwei's Shen

   "Stop the car." Lu Jingzhi lifted the curtain, "My sister is motion sick, she needs to get out of the car to catch her breath."

  The coachman responded obediently.

  He no longer needs to ask his son.

  After all, along the way, the little girl yelled to stop not once or twice.

  He took Jiang Wunian's hand and walked to the shade of the tree. The two walked quickly. Xin Ziyi just got down, and before he came over, Jiang Wunian asked in a low voice, "What does sister want to do?"

  She did feel uncomfortable along the way, if she felt uncomfortable, she would secretly hold her sister's skirt, and Lu Jingzhi would become her mouthpiece and call for a stop.

  It may be that the weather has turned cloudy, and her symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath have improved a lot, and she is not feeling uncomfortable right now.

  But Jiang Wunian knew that her sister must have something to do.

   "Come down for a stroll." Lu Jingzhi did not disappoint her, raised his eyebrows at the carriage behind, "When do you think Xiao Shen will come down?"

   Speaking of this, Jiang Wunian started to mutter.

   Not only Xin Ziyi, but also the son of my mother's previous life came with me.

Yes.

   Until now neither of them knew his name.

  Lu Jingzhi made a decision: Since he is mother's son, why not call him Xiao Shen.

  Jiang Wunian: Similar to Xiaobai.

   Until they climbed into the carriage again, the two of them still didn't wait for anyone to come down.

  Lu Jingzhi felt a little regretful, "It seems that you have no luck."

  Jiang Wunian nodded heavily.

  Finally, when Lu Jingzhi yelled to stop again, Xin Ziyi pierced her small thoughts, "Miss Lu wants to meet the carriage friend behind?"

  Lu Jingzhi touched his nose: "I'm so obvious?"

  Xin Ziyi had no choice but to speak unceremoniously, "Your eyes are about to burn the door of the car...Have you seen it?"

  Unable to detect his probing tone and nervousness, or even if he sensed Lu Jingzhi, she would not think too much, she nodded, "Yesterday."

  Actually, Lu Jingzhi realized that there was a companion behind him when he was walking halfway.

  Xin Ziyi teased, "Ms. Lu likes my friend?"

Lu Jingzhi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and did not hesitate to blow rainbow farts, "It looks so good-looking, how can anyone in the world be so good at growing? If it is said that Nuwa spent a lot of effort in creating a human being, it would take nine hours to pinch him. Split it in half!"

   Small mouth ba ba ba ba.

   Very nagging.

   There are no heavy words in boasting.

  The truth made Xin Ziyi more knowledgeable.

  Aristocratic daughter of the imperial capital, she has seen many people chasing after Yan Qing, but whoever mentions him is either so obsessed with drooling, or so shy that she covers her face and stomps her feet.

   There are even more people who praise Yan Qingchai.

  Recite poems and draw paintings for him.

  However, no one has ever expressed such unsparing praise from the hair.

  In addition to depicting Yan Qing's stunning face, the poems and songs focus more on his Zhilan Yushu's character, stunning literary talent, and heroic and extraordinary martial arts.

  Although, Xin Ziyi didn't know where those people got so many things from.

  He has known Yan Qingzhui for so many years, why hasn't he seen anything.

   But obviously, compared with Lu Jingzhi, the outrageousness of those people suddenly became less outrageous.

  No matter how carefully Xin Ziyi looked at him, he couldn't see any falsehood on Lu Jingzhi's face.

  The eyes are full of flattery.

   I have been listening for a long time.

  Hearing that Xin Ziyi has learned too many fresh, warm and unpretentious words of praise.

Xin Ziyi couldn't help but pour a cup of tea for her because she felt his mouth was dry, and he didn't forget to take a sip of the tea cup himself, then he suddenly asked, "Wait, why do you only praise his face?" ?”

  Lu Jingzhi took it for granted: "Because I only like his face."

  (end of this chapter)