Deliberately Contaminated

"Are you lying to me?" His pupils were dark, looking at her closely, his voice hoarse, "Mingshuang."

If her words are true, then what she did to him before, the torment and pain that tortured him for so long.

Mingshuang's waist was tightly clasped by him, the youthful breath was close at hand, and the tip of her nose smelled the faint fragrance again.

It was the first time I saw Jiang Huai so rude.

"What are you lying to?" Mingshuang pretended not to understand.

"Can't I like you if I have a boyfriend?" She looked at him, and the truth came to her lips, and suddenly turned, "Brother, I can't lie, my love for you is true."

"Besides, you didn't promise to be my boyfriend, can't I find someone else." Mingshuang said.

She is very hateful, beautiful and delicate, her face is delicate and arrogant, and her speech is crisp, and she doesn't seem to feel anything wrong at all.

What she heard from her mouth could be quite true.

Jiang Huai's lips had already been bitten out of blood, and under the moonlight, her beautiful face was extremely pale.

The next moment, the strength on the waist suddenly disappeared, and the pair of cold and slender hands let go.

Jiang Huai let go, and his back disappeared into the night.

Jiang Huai is a very indifferent person, but she also has her own pride in her heart. It is normal to be angry when she is trampled on the soles of her feet like this.

Mingshuang couldn't even tell how she felt in her heart. It seemed like a kind of revenge-like pleasure. She had always been worthy of retribution. Jiang Huai's refusal to get close to her several times was kept in her heart.

She doesn't care what concerns he has, what reasons, if she is unhappy, she must let it out.

What's more, it is actually a manifestation of her inferiority.

With Jiang Huai's innocent and serious personality, it is estimated that she was annoyed by her.

Mingshuang felt that he was not that bad in normal times, but when he faced Jiang Huai, he couldn't help but want to recruit him, see him emotional, make him angry, and make him unable to maintain his usual indifferent appearance.

It's been like this since the first time I saw him.

Then comes the weekend.

Mingshuang's eighteenth birthday party is scheduled for this weekend in the Ming family's old mansion.

Her eighteenth birthday was extremely grand. After all, it was the birthday party for Ming Licheng's only daughter, and preparations began as early as two months ago.

All the food for the dinner was prepared by a dedicated five-star hotel chef, and Ming Licheng invited almost half of the people from Tancheng's social circle.

Mingshuang was wearing a custom black halter dress, her honey-colored hair as thick as seaweed was scattered on her face, and she wore a golden crown slanting on top of her head.

She is the center of attention.

Mingshuang was accustomed to such occasions since she was a child.

She was used to listening to all kinds of compliments, and there was only a smile on her face. The ability to talk with people and talk to ghosts was also practiced by Ming Shuang since she was a child.

Gu Zhizhi and Gu Wanning sat together, and she stared at Mingshuang on the stage.

The main table is all the relatives of the Ming family, and there are guests from the Jiang family and the Lu family. Surrounded by Xu Tianbai and Li Hengyuan's family, the distance and distance are clearly arranged.

Ming Licheng invited the Tanzhou Orchestra to sing a birthday song for Ming Shuang. The gifts were piled up like a hill.

This is Mingshuang's eighteen years old.

She was just sitting at the table with a tender white hand supporting her chin and a smile on her face. She didn't know what Lu Cuo had bent over and said to her. Mingshuang seemed to be smiling, but she didn't seem to be smiling.

Everyone should please her.

Gu Zhiyi said nothing, his knuckles turning white.

"Uncle." Mingshuang greeted Ming Liyuan with a drink.

Ming Liyuan also came back to Tancheng. Because of his niece's eighteenth birthday, Mingshuang lived at his grandmother's house for a long time when he was a child, and he was very familiar with this uncle. Ming Liyuan married and gave birth to Ming Xiao at the age of forty. Therefore, although he is the eldest among the Ming brothers, Ming Xiao is only four years older than Ming Shuang.

"Fifteen has grown into a big girl." Ming Liyuan was usually unsmiling, and only when he saw his youngest niece would he have a smile on his face.

He touched Mingshuang's hair affectionately, "Long time no see, why don't you come to Uncle's side to play."

"It's all my fault that Ming Xiao didn't return to the country, no one will play with you." In Ming Liyuan's eyes, he also regarded Ming Shuang as a child who used to go to their mansion for summer vacation. Mingshuang just smiled and said sweetly, "I've been busy studying during this time. After the college entrance examination is over, I must go."

"Hello, Uncle Jiang." Mingshuang greeted the man at the same table as Ming Liyuan politely.

Jiang Chengting was Jiang Qianzhang's father. She knew it, but it had been a long, long time since she saw him last time. Unexpectedly, Jiang Chengting, who had always lived in seclusion, would come here for her eighteenth birthday this time.

Jiang Chengting and Jiang Qianzhang don't look alike, this is Mingshuang's first impression. He is a very handsome, even beautiful man, with very white skin, no age at all, and a gentle and gentle temperament.

"Happy birthday." The man's brows were very soft, and he raised his glass to Mingshuang.

"Thank you Uncle Jiang." Mingshuang toasted them with a drink instead of wine.

"That stupid boy in our family, I will trouble you to take care of Shuangshuang in the future." Sitting beside him should be his wife Bai Qing, holding Jiang Qianzhang's hand, Jiang Qianzhang looked reluctant. However, he was afraid of Jiang Chengting, so he didn't dare to say anything, a rare honest rule.

Mingshuang forcibly suppressed the various feelings in her heart and smiled at her.

The matter of Bai Qing and Jiang Qianzhang was an accident, and she heard it from Gu Wanning.

She couldn't help looking at Jiang Chengting. For some reason, her first impression of him was actually very good.

Would such a man do such a thing?

Where is the other poor victimized woman now?

The band's ensemble birthday song stopped at this moment, the lights came on, and Ming Xiao strode onto the stage.

"Today is Mingshuang's eighteenth birthday." It is rare for a man to wear a full suit, and he also inherited the good looks of the Ming family, with a slender figure.

"I am the only child, and Mingshuang has been equivalent to my sister since I was a child." Ming Xiao smiled, "So, I will replace my sister and give everyone a toast to thank you for your honor and come to Mingshuang's birthday party. "

"I hope my sister can pursue what she wants happily in the future." Ming Xiao said, "I can live a hearty life and live the most wonderful and free life."

"In any case, our family will be your backing and confidence."

"So sometimes, you can live a little more willful." Everyone laughed, and the light turned to Mingshuang.

She originally thought that the speech at this birthday party would be a cliché again, but Ming Xiao's remarks greatly exceeded her expectations.

The girl jumped up, disregarding her image, and plunged into Ming Xiao's arms, "Brother, thank you."

She also has a way of acting like a spoiled child. She raised her eyes to see Ming Xiao, "Brother, I can be a little more self-willed as you said, then..."

The violin music rang again, Ming Licheng took the microphone and started making clichés, driving the two brothers and sisters off the stage.

After stepping down, Ming Xiao put his hands in his trouser pockets with a half-smile but pushed her head, "How can you still want to be self-willed?"

No matter how self-willed, the sky will be stabbed out of a hole by her.

"Present." He threw something at her, chin pointed toward her.

It's a bunch of car keys.

"I don't have a driver's license." Mingshuang reminded friendly.

Ming Xiao said, "You let Lu Cuo open."

Mingshuang, "…"

She wanted to gently remind her brother, "I don't have that kind of relationship with Brother Lu."

"Oh?" Ming Xiao sat down, propped his jaw on his hand, and stared at her, "You don't even eat this kind of high-quality nest grass?"

That Lu Cuo was a bit miserable.

Mingshuang, "..." How can you make her sound like that?

The brothers and sisters were talking, Gu Zhizhi was holding a glass of red wine, and he didn't know how long he had been standing behind them. Ming Xiao was a little inexplicable when he saw her. He didn't know Gu Zhizhi, and he didn't know who his daughter was, so he politely greeted her. She nodded.

Gu Zhizhi looked at his handsome face and seemed a little shy, and then whispered, "Brother."

"What did you just call me?" Ming Xiao stood up straight, somewhat inexplicable.

He is the second-to-last youngest in the Ming family, and there is only Mingshuang below. I don't know where such a cheap sister appeared.

He was born from a son-in-law, and has a similar personality to Mingshuang, and he is also a very willful master.

"This is Auntie Gu's niece." Mingshuang introduced.

This time, Ming Xiao reacted immediately, and then his face was clearly unhappy.

When Yu Yin died when he was a child, Ming Xiao was already in middle school. He had always liked this aunt very much, and knew that Ming Shuang had a knot in his heart, so he didn't have a good impression of Gu Wanning at first, not to mention the **** relatives he brought.

"Don't call me brother, I don't like to hear it." Ming Xiao said.

Gu Zhizhi's face was pale, Mingshuang remembered the friend application she sent to Jiang Huai that day, and the thought of saving her face disappeared.

She took Jiang Huai for granted into her own boundaries.

She can tease him, and she can argue with him, but she definitely doesn't want to see others get involved. Perhaps, when Jiang Huai falls in love with someone else, her interest in him will also disappear.

"Stop texting him." When the two passed by, Mingshuang said softly, "He won't read it."

Gu Zhizhi froze in place.

Mingshuang's classmates made a table. Most of them were friends who used to be in the world. Tan Fu brought Chen Xuan and other girls who were close to her. When they saw this pomp, they felt a little cramped and felt that they had prepared a small gift. Some can't handle it.

"I like it very much, thank you." But Mingshuang didn't mind at all, with a sincere smile.

"Thank you for coming to my birthday party."

Xu Duanduan also dressed beautifully today. She put on Mingshuang's shoulders and looked around, "Where's your handsome guy, didn't you come?"

Refers to Jiang Huai.

After meeting Jiang Huai that day, he rose to No. 1 in Xu Duanduan's handsome guy list.

According to Xu Duanduan, the best quality of men is temperament, and Jiang Huai belongs to the top-notch temperament and looks, of course, should be ranked first.

Mingshuang spread out her hands and looked a little innocent, "I may have gotten mad at him."

"What are you doing again?"

Mingshuang said, "Just made a joke with him, and then there may be a little misunderstanding."

She repeated the gist.

Xu Duanduan's jaw almost dropped, "Damn, did you ask the handsome guy to be your third?"

Mingshuang, "...It's a joke, can't he hear it?"

Xu Duanduan, "maybe I really can't hear it."

Mingshuang's mouth, whether what he said is true or false, only the ghost knows. That kind of innocent and good student handsome guy, how can he play with her.

The banquet ended at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the Mingshuang gift had not yet been opened.

A gift box without a sticker in the corner suddenly caught her attention.

As if suddenly feeling something, Mingshuang opened the box.

No name is written, no content is written.

It's an expensive bracelet with the moon on it. It is exactly the same as the one that Mingshuang wore for the first time after she came to school. It is a brand of mysticmoon's moon phase series.

It can be customized according to the moon phase on the date of birth. Mingshuang was born on the fifteenth day of the year, which is a beautiful full moon.

She took the necklace out of the box and put it on gently.

On Monday, at school, Mingshuang wrote a question on the blackboard, and the sleeves of the school uniform slipped, as if inadvertently, revealing a little moonlight.

The girl's wrist is slender and white, the girl's skin is white and tender, and the fine moonlight falls on her wrist, making her appear brighter and brighter.

After writing, Mingshuang looked to the back of the classroom.

Jiang Huai said nothing, his face was cold, and he looked down at his exercise book, his face still pale.

Mingshuang sighed.

The physics class was so difficult, she suddenly missed Jiang Huai a little bit again.

"Class committee." When Jiang Huai was away, when passing Ruan Yangfan's desk, Mingshuang knocked on his desk and said with a smile, "You said last time, can we borrow our roster?"

High school courses are even more stressful.

Mingshuang admired that Jiang Huai's grades did not drop at all in this state, and he dropped the second place by 30 points at the beginning of the school year.

Friday. Jiang Huai rode his bike home alone. After the fall, the temperature became colder day by day. He didn't hold an umbrella, and let the light rain wet his black hair.

Yi Jun specifically called him to come over, saying that Ding Yili had been discharged from the hospital, and the doctor could not understand some of the doctor's orders.

"That child has good grades and filial piety." Ding Yili was playing mahjong in the mahjong hall at the entrance of Yunbei Community, her face was very good, and Jiang Huai was full of praise.

Although he was silent and didn't know what he was thinking, he was very obedient and never made trouble.

Such a small child, in fact, I feel distressed.

"Hey, Xiaohuai is here, don't call." Yi Jun answered the phone and called Ding Yili out beamingly.

The boy was still wearing a school uniform, thin and slender, with a handsome face, only slightly paler.

He transcribed the doctor's order for Ding Yili, and Yi Jun watched it, his luck was much better than that of Yi Kang's dog crawling back then.

"Xiaohuai, otherwise don't leave today and invite you to dinner." Yi Jun said, "Xiaokang also happens to be on vacation."

The teenager put down the pen and said lightly, "Thank you uncle, don't bother."

"I'm going home to eat," he said.

"What are you going to eat at home?" Ding Yili said immediately, "You live alone, the house is so cold, you can only eat cold meals when you go back. You are a man, what can you do alone? Stay with us and eat."

"Xiao Huai, are you living in Yan's former house now?" Yi Jun asked tentatively, "Can people still live in that house?"

The boy has already stood up, his eyelashes lowered, "Yes."

He speaks little, and leaves after the work is done. It happened that Yi Kangti was drinking and came in beamingly, and hurriedly stopped him. Ding Yili and Yi Jun quickly closed the door and told him to stay.

"Xiao Huai, there is a happy event. Uncle doesn't know whether to tell you or not." At the dinner table, Yi Jun rubbed his hands together.

Jiang Huai stopped his chopsticks and looked at him quietly.

"It's about your dad...Mr. Jiang." Yi Jun quickly changed his words.

Yi Kang and Ding Yili both stopped their chopsticks and looked at the boy nervously and expectantly.

A few days ago, people from the Jiang family came to pick them up and went to Jiang's house. He politely asked about Jiang Huai's situation for so many years, and gave them a lot of so-called 'support', in fact. Jiang Huai didn't use any of their money, but because Yu Yan was too young to live alone when he died.

Yu Yan's distant relatives blamed each other, and Yi Jun kept him home for a while. Later, after Jiang Huai went to middle school, he began to live in lodging all the time.

Jiang Huai had put down his chopsticks and said softly, "I'm not feeling well, so I'll go back first."

He stood up, except that his face was a little pale, his expression was calm, and he looked at everything as usual.

The three of them looked at each other, Yi Kang said, "This is a good thing..." The young man looked at him with a pair of dark and clear eyes, bitingly cold.

Yi Kang's words stopped abruptly and got stuck in his throat.

For the first time, he felt this terrifying sense of oppression on the indifferent Jiang Huai.

He went back to the empty home alone.

He has never had a birthday since he was a child.

Every year in the past, this day was the most unforgettable painful day of the year for Yu Yan.

"You ruined my life." Yu Yan once said.

She wouldn't let him call her mother.

As a child, Jiang Huai asked her softly, "If I die, will everything be alright."

Yu Yan said, "You have to live."

Later, when she died, he was still alive, and he grew up like a ghost.

It was still raining lightly outside the window. Today is his eighteenth birthday.

This day was also an ordinary day for him. The schedule was full. The boy coughed and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water. He had no appetite at all, and his eyes were cold and tired.

He is not from the Jiang family and does not need this surname. This surname is just a curse that Yu Yan left him back then, telling him to remember his dirty blood for the rest of his life, and remember that he should be the object of being cast aside and stepped on.

Tan Fu's scholarship is very generous. He has also done several part-time jobs, and his income and savings are enough to cover his living expenses. Jiang Huai's material desire is very low, and he has no needs for food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

It rained at night. After taking a shower, he dried his hair with a towel, and when he saw the large Melody in the bedroom, he suddenly felt very ironic.

Is it all fake? His heartbeat became the biggest joke.

Her kindness to him may also be fake.

Dizzy, the boy sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, his black hair drooping on his fair forehead.

He knew that he should be ill, and the headache came as promised.

He was burning in a stupor, his hair was dizzy and sore, and after staying on the sofa for an unknown amount of time, he felt that his whole body was hot, and all his strength seemed to be drained.

He hasn't been so sick for a long time. Jiang Huai didn't like the feeling of being sick very much. When she was a child, it was because it would cause trouble to others. When she was older, she hated the feeling of powerlessness over losing control of her body.

Outside the door, there was a sudden knock on the door, which was especially obvious in the middle of the night.

Exactly the same as that night.

She fell from the sky.

... The boy suddenly came to his senses, and the knocking at the door seemed to be continuing, one after another, very regular, neither impatient nor impatient.

He opened the door, his clothes were disheveled, and his eyes were still a little hazy.

Seeing the girl's face behind the door, Jiang Huai's face turned cold, and she subconsciously wanted to close the door.

However, the hand went against his will.

"What are you doing?" The boy's voice was hoarse, the corners of his eyes were still red, his expression was cold, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the door frame turned white from the force.

I haven't played enough, do you want to continue to play with him?

When he had a cold face, there was an indescribable sense of coldness. In addition to this sick face, the whole person looks beautiful, cold and fragile, and the dark eyes look straight at her.

"Come to celebrate your birthday." The girl blinked, her voice soft.

"Don't be angry, Jiang Huai, I deliberately angered you last time." She looked at him with bright and soft eyes.

"I ordered a cake and a present for you," she said. "Thank you for the birthday present. I love it." The bracelet gleamed on her wrist.

"Happy eighteenth birthday, Jiang Huai." She smiled at him, as beautiful as an illusion.

"Jiang Huai?" Mingshuang called out tentatively.

The young man burned in a daze, the corners of his eyes were red, and his heart was overturned. He couldn't tell what he felt. It was a bit unprecedented, a faint grievance that he had never felt before. He fell straight at her like that.

I can't tell, he looks so thin and so heavy that Mingshuang was almost crushed to the ground.

The author says:

Writing and writing, I feel that Xiaohuai is really going to be killed by Fifteen...

They broke it off. Before Xiao Huai was abandoned, there should still be a sweet love affair. I hope to write it soon.

Regarding someone asking if it is a love between sisters and brothers: the birthday Mingshuang on the household registration book is a few days old. In fact, Jiang Huai was born early, and then in my opinion, I did not write them as a love between brothers and sisters. The reason in the article is because the fifteenth Likes to make fun of Xiao Huai. (Probably so, answer the face seriously)

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