Young, handsome, and rich. This young man who comes here almost meets all the conditions for being tall, handsome and rich. In this real society, tall, handsome and rich represent everything, which can make all girls scream and go crazy. However, it is not strange that such young people can be seen everywhere here. Moreover, here, when you look at people, you have to look at the inner world. When you look at the purple rose in your young hand, you will know that he is still a fantasy child.

The purple roses are melancholy, fantasy, and dreaming. A childlike smile on his face and a purple rose in his hand can be said to be frivolous and erect on the paper.

Chen Yuyang is not a little girl, so he is not interested in this rose attack. Even Song Jia, who is sitting opposite him, does not seem to have a frivolous noble man like this.

At first, no one took this young man seriously and chatted with him. After all, the young man's love partner was not accurate every day. Their prey was changed almost every day, or many times a day. Their love came too quickly and was too worthless.

However, the young man's actions soon attracted Song Yuanshan's attention, because he came to Chen Xinchen step by step. Then he knelt on one knee, gave purple roses devoutly, put one hand on his chest, and said softly in a emotional tone: "Beautiful Miss Chen Xinchen, when I first saw you, I was impressed by your noble temperament. Please let me be your loyal knight and always guard by your side, okay?"

As he said that, the young man reached out and grabbed Chen Xinchen's flawless arm, lowered his head, and kissed in a Western manner.

But Chen Xinchen looked at him with disgust, quickly pulled out his arm, and sneered: "Sir, don't joke, I don't know you!"

The young man was not angry and chuckled, "It doesn't matter if you don't know me, I'll know you. Moreover, I think you will slowly get to know me. Let me be your man, and I will protect you!"

Chen Xinchen looked at Song Yuanshan with a look of laughter and crying. However, Song Jia was a little gloating and smiled: "Brother, it seems that your competitor has appeared!"

Song Yuanshan looked at the young man kneeling on one knee with some helplessness and said angrily: "Sir, Xin Chen is my girlfriend, please stay away from him!"

The young man looked at Song Yuanshan in confusion and said sarcastically: "Mr. Dongfang, your ruling is too small and your possessiveness is too strong. Miss Chen Xinchen is your girlfriend, but I am also a admirer of Miss Xinchen. We have the opportunity to compete fairly. Your way of driving away competitors is a manifestation of cowardice and immorality!"

Song Yuanshan looked amused and cried, and became a little at a loss.

Chen Yuyang's eyes became a little different. The young man didn't make him feel strange at first. But when he knelt on one knee and opened his mouth, Chen Yuyang felt strange. The knight's movements were completely Western etiquette, without any oriental flavor. What's even more strange is that his teeth were very white, but they made people feel dangerous.

"Blood Clan?" Chen Yuyang's first reaction was made. But soon he smiled contemptuously. The energy fluctuations in this young man were too small and could be almost negligible. It should be a mutant that combines the blood clan and humans. Maybe even he himself didn't know it. Chen Yuyang couldn't help but chuckled.

The young man looked at Chen Yuyang and suddenly spoke, "Sir, are I wrong about this just now?"

Chen Yuyang quickly smiled and said, "Nothing is wrong! But your courting method is a bit strange, especially the lines you said, asking me to be your man is simply nonsense." As he said, Chen Yuyang stood up and slowly came to the young man to contact him, and smiled and said, "Sir, there is a saying in China that goes to the countryside and customs. So if you want to pursue my sister, you also need to further study the love study in China. When will you graduate from traditional Chinese knowledge, and when will you be able to pursue my sister!"

Although the young man had an oriental face, all his movements were almost the best Western pattern. He said inexplicably: "Lyrics of "Let me be your man Zhang Xinzhe. I like Zhang Xinzhe very much. Isn't this Oriental enough?"

Chen Yuyang suddenly stretched out his finger and smiled meaningfully, "Then, how old is Zhang Xinzhe?"

"Forty-five years old!" The young man blurted out in a hurry without even thinking about it.

"Is he married?" Chen Yuyang asked with a playful smile again. The young man shook his head thoughtfully. Chen Yuyang continued to smile, "That's all. I've been shouting love songs for decades, but I haven't gotten married. How can you use his lyrics to express your love love?"

The young man was stunned, then he jumped up excitedly with thoughtful look on his face, and grabbed Chen Yuyang's hand and said excitedly: "Thank you so much, sir, Chinese knowledge is so profound, you can learn until you are old, you can learn until you are old!"

Chen Yuyang narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You'd better go back first. When will you understand the local customs and come again!"

The young man nodded suddenly and said excitedly: "Thank you, sir, thank you, you are the most knowledgeable oriental person I have ever met!" As he said, the young man looked at the innocent Song Yuanshan with contempt, and laughed: "You are much nobler than those selfish and hypocritical oriental men."

Chen Yuyang smiled faintly, put his hand on his chest, and performed a very standard Western etiquette, saying, "I hope my opinions can help you!"

Seeing such standard Western etiquette, the young man's favor for Chen Yuyang suddenly increased. He smiled and pulled Chen Yuyang's palm, kissed the back of his hand lightly, and said, "Thank you, respected Oriental scholar."

As he said that, the young man made a Western courtesy to Chen Xinchen and said, "Beautiful Miss Xinchen, I will come back again. I hope that when I come back again, you can give me a fair competition and pursue your opportunity!"

After saying that, the young man turned around and left casually, but left behind the cluster of purple roses.

Chen Yuyang sneered twice, returned to his seat, gracefully picked up the wet wipes on the table, gently wiped the young man's kissed arm. Song Jia suddenly tilted her head, looked at Chen Yuyang curiously, and said, "Young Master Chen, you are such a mysterious man. It is really surprising that even Western etiquette can be so standard."

Chen Xinchen sighed helplessly, breathed a sigh of relief, and mocked: "What a mystery? He just pretended to be mysterious, but in fact he was just a big fool!"
Chapter completed!