62: Chapter 062 [There are so many people who hate , what number are you?] 62: Chapter 062 [There are so many people who hate , what number are you?] “Ye Chenfeng?” Qiu Muran’s eyes flashed a trace of coldness as she slightly parted her lips.
“Ah?”
At this mont, a million taphorical wild horses were thundering through Ye Chenfeng’s heart.
Why was Qiu Muran dressed so sexily?
“Sit down quickly, Ranran!” Ye Chenfeng signalled to the waiter with a wink.
Understanding the cue, the waiter imdiately pulled out a chair, politely ushering Nachu Muran to sit down.
“What would you like to drink, miss?” the waiter asked.
He was feeling quite resentful internally—this guy with a seemingly tacky style had an overwhelming amount of romantic luck.
The first beauty like an ice queen was eye-catching enough, and now here was another who matched the first in beauty.
“Thank you.
I’ll just have so brandy,” Qiu Muran smiled and nodded at the waiter, whose experience in a French restaurant did little to calm him now.
He seed to freeze, spellbound by the natural charisma exuding from Qiu Muran.
“Huh?
Where’s my wife?”
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
A tall young man in a suit walked in, looking around.
Ye Chenfeng glanced nonchalantly and murmured, “Looking for your wife all the way here?
Did you leak air and fly in?”
“Giggle…” Nachu Muran couldn’t stop laughing.
“Hey, have you seen my wife?” The man ca straight up to Ye Chenfeng’s table and asked in an imposing manner.
Ye Chenfeng and Nachu Muran kept their heads down, no one responded.
“Hey, I’m talking to you,” Zheng Yuanjin asked in an unfriendly tone.
He was already filled with fury.
After receiving a call from ho to et a university dean beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal for a blind date, Zheng Yuanjin had hurriedly flown over from Spain.
The infuriating part was his flight had been delayed due to heavy fog, causing him to miss the date.
How could he not be angry?
“Are you asking ?” Ye Chenfeng finally lifted his head and asked.
Zheng Yuanjin raised an eyebrow, suppressing his anger, “Aside from you two, is there anyone else here?
Ye Chenfeng’s gaze fell on Zheng Yuanjin and retorted, “Are you not a person then?”
“I…”
“I know you, you belong to the single dog breed!” Ye Chenfeng swiftly interrupted Zheng Yuanjin.
“Cough, cough!”
Qiu Muran raised her head, holding back hard, trying not to burst out laughing.
“You…”
Just as Zheng Yuanjin was about to speak, his gaze fell on the now raised head of Nachu Muran, and he could no longer look away.
His first glance upon arriving in the Divine Land was fixed on a woman so beautiful it was surreal, especially her figure, which could easily overshadow most of the colossal figures in Europe.
“Which way is the single dog looking?” Ye Chenfeng was not having it.
Zheng Yuanjin, realizing his lapse, quickly averted his gaze, stealing a few more glances at Nachu Muran.
Seeing that Qiu Muran’s expression hadn’t changed eased Zheng Yuanjin’s mind considerably.
“Hey?
What did you call ?” Zheng Yuanjin’s eyes blazed as he stared at Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng responded earnestly, “Single dog, of course.
Such a cute na; it’s what I call my little puppy at ho!”
Inside, Zheng Yuanjin was fuming, Ye Chenfeng had actually dared to call him a dog!
“Is this how poor the quality of people in our country has beco?
Who are you calling a dog?
Rember my na is Single…
no, it’s Zheng Yuanjin!
Spanish na Gusman Goth-Diro!
Got that clear?” Finally, a hint of arrogance appeared on Zheng Yuanjin’s face, as he gave Qiu Muran a proud glance.
Ye Chenfeng nodded, “Of course, I heard you clearly.
Isn’t that just Goldfish?
Also an animal!”
“Pfft!”
Zheng Yuanjin really felt like vomiting blood!
“You…
you are very annoying to look at, and even more annoying when you speak!” Zheng Yuanjin, who always prided himself as a gentleman, couldn’t think of anything else to say and blurted out this sentence after a long pause.
Ye Chenfeng frowned coldly and shouted, “There are many who find annoying; who do you think you are?”
“I don’t stoop to the level of people without manners!” Zheng Yuanjin didn’t know how to retort.
“Then tell what exactly manners are?” Ye Chenfeng squinted his eyes and asked.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Yuanjin was energized, seeing it as a chance to show off in front of a beautiful woman.
Zheng Yuanjin couldn’t help but puff out his chest, “In Europe, a gentleman’s deanor is the basic etiquette standard admired by the public.
It demands attention to one’s appearance, behavior, dress, and conversational attitude in public interactions.
This is not only a reflection of our Western gentlemanly deanor but also a representation of quality.
But you, with your slovenly appearance, unkept attire, crude language, and rude behavior, represent the majority of n in Huaxia who could never even touch the edge of gentlemanly deanor or quality in their entire lives!”
Zheng Yuanjin’s words were clearly targeted at Ye Chenfeng, each word aid at him.
It was exactly because Ye Chenfeng was dressed sloppily and had not grood himself.
Ye Chenfeng simply smiled lightly, “Then let ask you, does being punctual count as a reflection of gentlemanly deanor?”
“Yes!” Zheng Yuanjin answered without hesitation.
Ye Chenfeng’s smile deepened, “You seem to have co here for an appointnt, right?
Did the other party get tired of waiting and leave early?”
Ye Chenfeng had already concluded that Zheng Yuanjin was the one who had co for a blind date with the woman before.
“Whoosh!”
Zheng Yuanjin’s face suddenly changed; this kid was indirectly slapping him in the face!
“In…
in Spain, it’s polite to be fifteen minutes late for a guest!” Zheng Yuanjin squeezed out a sentence.
Ye Chenfeng pointed to the large clock in the center of the restaurant, “It’s now eight fifty-five.
You had agreed to et at eight o’clock sharp.
Don’t tell being fifty-five minutes late is a reflection of gentlemanly deanor, unless it’s to give the lady ti to take a selfie, edit the photo, and update her social circle?”
“I…”
Zheng Yuanjin’s face turned crimson, and he was at a loss for words, feeling a fiery pain in his face as if it were an illusion.
Ye Chenfeng discretely flicked his finger, and a faint air current shot out, hitting Zheng Yuanjin in the area of his sphincter.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, Zheng Yuanjin’s expression drastically changed, his body tensed, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face turned bright red as if he was enduring sothing.
“Pop!”
A sound resonated, as if a stink bomb had exploded, and a wave of foul sll surged throughout the restaurant!
“Damn, you farted!
Is this what you call gentlemanly deanor?
A sky-high stink bomb; I’m convinced!” Ye Chenfeng pointed at Zheng Yuanjin and covered his nose.
“So slly!”
Qiu Muran furrowed her brows and covered her nose.
The waiters in the restaurant also grimaced, all covering their noses and trying to escape.
Zheng Yuanjin stood there stupidly, his eyes filled with disbelief!
“Let’s go!” Qiu Muran pulled Ye Chenfeng and hurriedly left.
As they reached the door, Ye Chenfeng added, “I’m convinced by your gentlemanly deanor, convinced by your quality!”
“What?”
Zheng Yuanjin felt like dying; he, a noble gentleman, had just let out a huge, slly fart in front of a crowd?
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