Lu Xixin stretched out her hand to stop Qing'er from coming over. She shook her head and said, "It's okay, I just have a headache. Go and get me a bowl of tea."
After speaking, he turned to Hua Meifu and others and whispered: "You guys also sit down."
"Pretending! My nephew sneered coldly.
"Don't talk nonsense." Hua Meifu reprimanded, then turned to Lu Xixin and explained in a low voice: "Holy girl, my nephew has a short temper. Don't be as knowledgeable as him."
Lu Xixin waved her hand. She had a severe headache now, and the memory in her mind seemed to have exploded. She couldn't care about anything else.
As if he could tell that the saint was feeling unwell, Hua Meifu moved quickly. He first took Lu Xixin's measurements and then asked her what style she liked.
Lu Xixin supported her arm with her left hand and rubbed her temples with her right hand. She was not energetic and said casually: "Simple and comfortable, um, just like the Bosman family's style."
As soon as the words fell, Huadie'er couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
It's really ridiculous that Saint, a village cannon who has never even been out of the Witch Kingdom, actually knows about Boseman.
What a loud tone!
Hua Meifu also twitched her lips, with a mocking look on her face: "Holy girl, it's hard to imitate the Bosman family's style, otherwise you can change it."
Lu Xixin pressed her temples and said, "Then it should be similar to Abel."
Hearing this, Hua Dieer laughed even louder. The saint was really exaggerating as she spoke. Abel was a top design master in the world.
Hua Meifu frowned: "Holy Girl, if you don't like my design, you can just tell me, I am also——
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Lu Xixin: "Whatever you want, anything is fine."
Her head hurt so much that Lu Xixin was not in the mood to think about other things. What she said before was just casual, as if she had done it countless times in her memory and had become a habit.
Hua Meifu didn't look good when she was suddenly interrupted by Lu Xixin, but she didn't say anything. She just pursed her lips, glanced at Lu Xixin and left.
When Hua Die'er saw Hua Meifu's angry look, she couldn't help but curled her lips and followed behind her.
When Qing'er came back with hot tea, there was no one in the room except Lu Xixin.
"Holy girl, drink tea." Qing'er poured a cup of tea over.
Lu Xixin held the teacup and felt the warmth in her palms, and the pain eased a little.
She asked Qing'er: "Do you know who Lu Xixin is?"
Hearing this name, Qing'er frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know."
"Do you want to check?" Qing'er pushed the computer over and guessed: "From what they said, Lu Xixin seems to be a very famous person in China."
The computer was turned on, Lu Xixin pressed the keyboard and entered the three words Lu Xixin.
A long introduction soon popped up.
Who extracted Fenqin? The youngest winner of the Lasker Award, heir to a family of ancient Chinese medical skills, and the fiancée of the richest man in China.
Because the identity of Lu Xixin, the director of the Kyoto Research Institute, has not been announced to the public, only insiders know it, so this is not mentioned in the introduction.