Supreme Violent Young Master

As the saying goes, life is made up of many coincidences. The moment he saw Song Yuanshan, Chen Yuyang started to inwardly sigh with regret. He should have long thought of this. Although he was unwilling, he still walked forward. Song Jia exclaimed: It's you? At that time, Chen Yuyang actually had a bitter smile on his face.    

    

Looking at the expressions on Chen Yuyang and Song Jia's faces, Chen Xinchen asked in surprise: You two know each other? Song Yuanshan also had a confused look.    

    

Song Jia sat down timidly, as if she felt that she had been rude. With a shy smile, she nodded her head and said softly, "I've met you once!"    

    

Song Yuanshan scratched his head and laughed, "Jiajia, why haven't I heard you say this before?"    

    

Chen Yuyang smiled indifferently in his heart and said in his heart: How would your sister date her own lover let you know? What an honest fool.    

    

Song Yuanshan saw that Chen Yuyang was still standing, and immediately laughed: "Cousin, come come come, come, sit down.    

    

However, as soon as Song Yuanshan spoke, he felt that something was wrong. As expected, Chen Xinchen's eyes that wanted to kill had already shot over. Immediately after, Song Yuanshan's face was filled with a grimace. He seemed to be in pain but didn't dare to speak. Chen Yuyang didn't even need to look to know that Chen Xinchen had done something.    

    

Chen Yuyang acted as if he didn't see it, and sat upright on the ground. He had a pair of fair hands, and a blood-red ring was constantly glowing on his fingers. His gaze landed on Song Jia. At this moment, she seemed very young. Although there was a hint of a girl growing up next door, her face was still young and immature. "Compared to Song Jia a few years later, she lacked some of the mature charm of a woman.    

    

"Mr. Chen, what would you like to drink?" Song Jia bit her lips as she suddenly spoke, "What happened that day ?"    

    

Chen Yuyang waved his hand and chuckled: "It was Haozi who helped you guys that day, it has nothing to do with me!"    

    

Song Jia nodded her head and said, "But still, I have to thank you, Mr. Chen."    

    

Although Song Jia wasn't that old, she wasn't blind. She could clearly see who was the leader of the four youths that day. However, it was very obvious that Chen Yuyang did not want to mention this matter. Chen Yuyang understood what Song Jia meant, he just wanted to tell him that he already had someone in his heart. So don't bother.    

    

The four people sitting here, the brother and sister pair, and the brother and sister pair, all had their own thoughts. How could Chen Xinchen keep his thoughts from Chen Yuyang? Today, she and Song Yuanshan planned for this meal, and it could be said to be the result of careful deliberation. In a political family, marriage was not something they could control themselves. So Chen Xinchen was finding a way out for herself, a shield. As long as Chen Yuyang and Song Jia was successful, the Chen family would have to pay sufficient attention to the Song family. And she and Song Yuanshan could also come out from the dark.    

    

As for Song Jia, her thoughts were still on Bai Lei.    

    

With a "pa da" sound, Chen Yuyang snapped his fingers and laughed: "Waiter, have a glass of orange juice!" He then smiled at Song Jia and asked, "What does Miss Song need?"    

    

Song Jia pursed her lips and said, "I want a cup of French milk tea!"    

    

Chen Yuyang looked at Chen Xinchen again. Coincidentally, at this moment, Chen Xinchen also turned to look at him, a pair of starry eyes sparkling, as if he was cheering him on. On the other side, Song Yuanshan had a simple and honest smile on his face as he gently asked, "Xinchen, what do you want to drink?"    

    

Chen Xinchen rolled her eyes at Yuanshan, and said with a smile: "Don't you know what I want to talk to?"    

    

Song Yuanshan smiled and nodded, saying, "Waiter, two cups of ice lemon juice!"    

    

The four of them sat facing each other. Song Jia lowered her head and rotated the corners of her clothes, not daring to look at Chen Yuyang's handsome face. The man in front of her gave Song Jia a mysterious and strong feeling, even though he always wore a harmless and innocent face, just like the smile in the spring wind. Unknowingly, Song Jia had placed Chen Yuyang and Bai Lei together to compare. Bai Lei was an impulsive boy. Sometimes, he was even a bit childish. However, the man in front of him was completely different. From his eyes that were as deep as the sea, one could tell that he was definitely a mature or even a deep person.    

    

It was normal for girls to be in love with each other, even Song Jia was no exception. In fact, at her age, her imagination was running wild.    

    

"What does Young Master Chen usually like?" Song Jia suddenly spoke up again. Since they were already sitting here, there was no point in it being awkward. They had to find something to talk about.    

    

Chen Yuyang squinted his eyes, his focused eyes stared straight at Song Jia and laughed: "I like beautiful girls, just like Miss Song!"    

    

Chen Xinchen was originally very happy when she heard the two of them talking as if nothing had happened, but she did not expect Chen Yuyang to reply in such a manner. She coughed twice and even Song Yuanshan's eyes lit up. She thought, "This young master of the Chen family is too fierce!"    

    

However, Song Jia's attitude was out of everyone's expectations. There wasn't a single expression on her face, nor was there a single hint of displeasure. With a shy blush, she spoke softly, "Young Master Chen, you're too kind. There are many more beautiful girls than me in the capital!    

    

Chen Yuyang faintly smiled. At this time, a waiter came forward and respectfully placed a cup of orange juice and a cup of French milk tea on the table. Chen Yuyang slightly nodded his head, and then picked up the blue straw in the goblet as if he were doing something. Soon, the tube formed a heart shape. Even Song Jia who was standing opposite of him could not help but sigh at this man's ingenuity. However, what made Song Jia even more ashamed was Chen Yuyang's pair of slender white fingers.    

    

"Is Mr. Chen practicing piano?" Song Jia's voice was slightly trembling.    

    

Chen Yuyang laughed and shook his head: "No, but I know a little, why would Miss Song ask that?"    

    

Song Jia lowered her head and blushed, "Because your hands are so beautiful!"    

    

Although her voice was soft, Chen Xinchen and Song Yuanshan could hear him clearly. Song Yuanshan suddenly felt a sense of disbelief. His sister had always been a lady, so why would she say such words? In fact, in Song Yuanshan's eyes, her sweet voice sounded like she was teasing him.    

    

Chen Yuyang laughed heartily and said: "Thank you for your praise!"    

    

The conversation between Chen Yuyang and Song Jia gradually reached the peak, but the greetings were still very formal, but the content side of the conversation had a lot of room for development, so they listened to the conversation between Chen Yuyang and Song Jia. Even Chen Xinchen and Song Yuanshan couldn't help but blush a little and tried to avoid him with all their might.    

    

At that moment, a large cluster of bright roses suddenly appeared at the outer door of the coffee shop. It was very eye-catching and almost blocked the entire door of the coffee shop. And among the flowers, a handsome young man in a suit slowly walked over with a cluster of purple roses in his hand. He looked like a gentleman.    

    

Young, handsome, rich. The young people who came with this money nearly met all the requirements for being handsome and rich. In this real world, being tall, handsome and rich represented everything. It could make all girls scream and go crazy. But here, it wasn't strange that such young people could be seen everywhere. And here, looking at the inner side, looking at the purple rose in his young hand, he could tell that he was still a child of illusions.    

    

Purple roses, flowery language is melancholy, fantasy, love to dream. He had a childish smile on his face, and a purple rose in his hand.    

    

Chen Yuyang was not a little girl and wasn't interested in this kind of rose attack. Even Song Jia, who was sitting across from him, did not seem to be that frivolous.    

    

At first, no one took the young man who had just arrived. They were all busy chatting. After all, this kind of childe might have a partner that they love every day. Their prey was exchanged almost every day, or perhaps it could be exchanged multiple times a day. Their love came too quickly, it was too worthless.    

    

However, very quickly, the actions of this young man caught Song Yuanshan's attention, as he arrived in front of Chen Xinchen step by step. Then, he knelt on one knee, reverently gave her a purple rose, placed one hand on his chest, and said with a voice full of emotion: "Beautiful Miss Chen Xinchen, from the first time I laid eyes on you, it was you. I am convinced by your noble aura. Please let me be your loyal knight and always stay by your side, okay? "    

    

As he said that, the young man extended his hand to grab, Chen Xinchen's pure white, flawless arms as she lowered her head to kiss him.    

    

But Chen Xinchen actually looked at him with disgust, and immediately pulled her arm back, and laughed coldly: "Sir, don't joke, I do not know you!"    

    

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

    

Chen Xinchen looked at Song Yuanshan, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Song Jia, on the other hand, was gloating. She pursed her lips and smiled, "Brother, it seems like your competitor has appeared!"    

    

Song Yuanshan was somewhat angry as he helplessly looked at the young man kneeling on one knee. He said in a bad mood, "Mister, Xinchen is my girlfriend, please stay away from him!"    

    

The young man looked at Song Yuanshan with a puzzled expression, and mocked: "Mister Dongfang, your measurement is too small, and your possessiveness is too strong. Miss Chen Xinchen is your girlfriend, but I am also an admirer of Miss Xin Chen. We have a fair chance to compete. This way of driving away competitors is a sign of cowardice and immorality! "    

    

Song Yuanshan didn't know whether to laugh or cry and was at a loss.    

    

Chen Yuyang's eyes, on the other hand, were somewhat different. This young man had not given him any sort of strange feeling in the beginning. But when he kneeled on one knee and spoke out, Chen Yuyang felt it was strange. This knight's actions were completely western etiquette, without the slightest hint of oriental air. Moreover, his teeth, although white, gave off a sense of danger.    

    

"Strigoi?" This was the first response from Chen Yuyang. However, he soon smiled contemptuously. The energy fluctuations emitted from this young man's body were too small, almost negligible. It should be a combination of the human race and the Strigoi. Maybe he didn't even know it. Chen Yuyang could not help but chuckle softly.