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Chapter 471 Duel Between Two People

Mo Yuan grasped her hand in return and said affectionately, "From now on, this will be our home, and we will never move again."

He Suye nodded vigorously.

They will never move again, and they will never be apart again.

Miao Miao looked at them and suddenly said, "Brother and sister, get married, get married."

He Suye was stunned.

He Miao has been speaking more and more frequently lately, but this time, she even brought up the word "marriage".

She was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

Mo Yuan, on the other hand, had just returned and was unaware of He Miao's significant progress. He immediately took He Su Ye's hand and walked over, squatting down in front of He Miao to say, "Our Miao Miao is quite talkative now?"

He Miao nodded, thought for a moment, then tugged at the corner of her mouth and said, "Smiling, Miao Miao."

"Does Miaomiao still like to laugh?"

He Miao nodded vigorously. Her smile was stiff, but the emotion in her eyes was palpable.

How much change there is in the eyes of such a severely autistic patient!

Mo Yuan ruffled Miao Miao's hair and said, "Don't worry, Miao Miao, I'll marry your sister as soon as she's old enough."

He Suye immediately panicked: "Hey, you haven't proposed yet!"

Mo Yuan looked at He Suye with a half-smile and asked, "So you were waiting for me to propose."

He Suye choked: "I...I didn't either..."

"I understand." Mo Yuan smiled at her and said, "No need to explain, I get it."

"What do you know..." He Suye glared at him, ignored her, and led Miaomiao inside.

The annex was furnished exactly the same as before, but this time when she entered, she was no longer just a "guest," but also felt a sense of belonging to this place.

That night.

Mo Yuan deliberately didn't insist on sleeping with He Suye that night, but instead slept in his own room.

When it was almost time, after confirming that He Suye was asleep, he took his keys and prepared to leave.

Just in case He Suye woke up and found him gone, he left a note on the table saying that he had to take care of some official business.

Only after he finished doing all that did he leave.

The hedgehog still wanted to follow, but he refused.

Although he had only met Wilson a handful of times, he always regarded Wilson as his target, so he had a very comprehensive understanding of his opponent.

He knew Wilson wasn't the type to lay an ambush, and he was confident that even if Wilson did, he could escape unscathed.

The East District Free Fighting Gym is just a ten-minute drive from Sanshui Villa.

This fighting gym belongs to Zang Linxiao, so it was cleared out long ago and the doors are wide open.

When Mo Yuan stepped inside, Wilson was already there.

Wilson was dressed in sportswear, looking energetic and handsome with mature features. He didn't look like someone in their forties or fifties, but rather like a thirty-year-old in the prime of his youth.

Mo Yuan's expression remained unchanged. He strode over and, maintaining his manners, greeted him, "Mr. Wilson."

Wilson turned to look at him, his gaze so complex that Mo Yuan couldn't quite decipher it.

Because he felt that the other party seemed to be waiting for him to regret his decision.

"You've finally arrived." Wilson smiled.

It must be admitted that this older man is indeed quite handsome. Time has not turned him into a cruel mistress, but rather has allowed him to retain his original good looks and become even more charming.

Mo Yuan frowned and said, "I don't bully the elderly. You can choose how you want it to be one-on-one, how you want to fight, whether you want to use tools, fight with your bare hands, or go to the boxing ring and fight with boxing gloves on."

Wilson's smile deepened, and he asked pointedly, "Are you really going to attack me?"

Mo Yuan raised his chin: "Otherwise, why would I come over in the middle of the night to drink and chat with you?"

Wilson chuckled and said, "It's not impossible. How about this, apologize to me now, and I'll forgive your rudeness so far."

"What a joke!" Mo Yuan said coldly, "Since you won't choose, I'll choose for you. Do you know freestyle fighting? Let's go to the fighting ring!"

As he spoke, he threw the freestyle fighting gloves hanging nearby at Wilson.

Wilson caught it easily with a flick of his wrist and said, "Since you refuse to apologize and insist on resorting to violence, then... don't blame me for not warning you beforehand."

Mo Yuan didn't reply. He simply took off his jacket, revealing a muscular physique that exuded youthful energy, and easily pulled himself up onto the rope of the boxing match.

Wilson also took off his jacket; his muscular physique was no joke, the result of years of consistent daily training.

He then flipped onto the stage, glanced at Mo Yuan, and said, "You little rascal, judging by your face you seem like just a pretty face, but I didn't expect you to be so weak and frail, you actually have some muscle on your body."

"Stop talking nonsense! I'll give you a handicap with one hand, so do it!"

As Mo Yuan spoke, he placed his left hand behind his back.

"Don't underestimate me!" Wilson put on his boxing gloves, and without pausing, threw a punch at Mo Yuan.

The punch was incredibly powerful and fast. Mo Yuan immediately turned to the side, but his shoulder was still hit.

His brow furrowed deeply—he had indeed underestimated Wilson.

Wilson laughed loudly, "See? Show me your two hands, because you can't beat me even with two hands!"

Mo Yuan seemed not to hear Wilson's words, still keeping one hand behind his back, but took a step forward and threw a punch at Wilson.

Wilson narrowly avoided the brush, but his ear was grazed, and his left ear immediately turned bright red.

"Good lad, not bad speed." Wilson said, switching from defense to offense and attacking Mo Yuan.

This time, Mo Yuan was on guard, dodging Wilson's punch and moving to run behind Wilson.

But just as he threw his punch, Wilson reacted quickly, ducking to avoid it, and then continued to pounce on him.

Although Mo Yuan struggled to cope with the situation using only one hand, he managed to hold on and was not completely at a disadvantage.

The two engaged in a fierce struggle.

If there were an audience at this moment, they would definitely applaud and cheer.

They didn't know how much time had passed, but both of them were exhausted.

Wilson, after all, was getting on in years and was the first to show signs of decline.

Mo Yuan seized the opportunity and, during one of Wilson's punches, found an opening and threw a punch at Wilson's face.

With a muffled thud, Wilson gasped, and blood immediately started flowing from his nose.

With each breath he took, even more blood flowed out.

"You lost." Mo Yuan said, slowly lowering his hands that had been behind his back.

Wilson threw away his boxing gloves, wiped the blood from his nose, chuckled, and said, "You brat, you'll regret losing to me."

Mo Yuan raised his chin and asked expressionlessly, "What? You brought people with you? That makes me think too highly of you."

"Bring someone? No, no!" Wilson waved his finger and said with a smile, "I brought a piece of paper."

As he spoke, he pulled out several sheets of A4 paper with something printed on them from his pocket, handed them to Mo Yuan, and said, "Take a look."

"What's this?"

"Didn't I promise you I'd tell you why I sent people to guard Ye Zi? Here's the reason."

After he finished speaking, a hint of schadenfreude appeared on his face.

You brat, you dare hit me?

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