Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife Chapter 1101: The Target Is Her (2)

Ou Yanan placed both hands forcefully on the table to prevent his sowhat dizzy and weak body from collapsing. He shook his head: "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

The opponent moved step by step until he was in front of him, then grabbed him strongly by the collar, effortlessly lifting his body as if an eagle snatching a chick.

Ou Yanan also raised his hands, fiercely struggling against his grips.

The two were almost wrestling with each other.

The other’s heavy breathing under the black cloth, like a volcano ready to erupt, issued a stern warning: "Listen to . You better stay as Ou Young Master, don’t indulge in delusions!"

At this mont, Ou Yanan seed to regain his clarity, sneering coldly at the black-covered face: "Why, you don’t even dare to face her, telling not to indulge in delusions? But in fact, I am her real brother, not you, Young Master Ou."

This remark undoubtedly enraged the opponent. With violent force, he lifted Ou Yanan and then threw him aside.

Ou Yanan, who fell to the floor, quickly got up, wiped the seemingly bruised corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and stared gloomily at the opponent: "You have no choice but this tactic. The coward isn’t ; it’s you."

The opponent’s clenched fist emitted the sound of creaking knuckles.

At this mont, footsteps were heard at the door, and a voice slowly approached the door panel, as if sensing the unusual activity inside.

The two n in the room fell silent simultaneously.

Their eyes did not exchange glances, and Ou Yanan had no intention of moving.

The man glanced at the sa quiet movent outside the room, seed to sense a pair of sharp eyes peering through the door lock. He swiftly went over, effortlessly pulling the door wide open.

The figure pressed against the door was caught off guard, revealing a surprised and incredulous look. As they raised their head, their throat prepared to make a sound, but their eyes suddenly went black upon seeing the face covered in black cloth.

Seeing the person fall, Ou Yanan finally moved, swiftly catching them to prevent any noise from falling to the ground. Then, he carried them into his room and closed the door.

Placing his fingers on the neck of the unconscious person, confirming there was nothing life-threatening, Ou Yanan frowned and spoke to the opponent: "You struck too heavily. She’s just a girl."

"Feeling tender-hearted?" The opponent replied in a consistently cold, emotionless tone.

Ou Yanan could feel how his gaze on Zhao ngjin in his arms was like a knife, ready to silence her, and he exhaled, saying: "She’s your fiancée."

"My fiancée?" The opponent seed to have heard a huge joke, squinting his black eyes flashing knife-like edges, "Such delicate young lady doesn’t interest , nor can she ever intersect with soone like . But she fits with you as Young Master Ou very well. Still, let put it bluntly. You better keep an eye on her. Next ti she pulls such a stunt, don’t bla for being ruthless."

Ou Yanan beca anxious: "She’s Gu Nuan’s—"

"I know who she is. I am very clear about everyone around my sister."

"Since you know—"

"My sister never can dictate my thoughts. Whatever I want to do, I do."

Ou Yanan raised his head to glare at the face in front of him, covered by a black cloth with features almost identical to his own, indistinguishable from his own.