Deliberately Contaminated

Jiang Huai hasn't seen Mingshuang for three days. Although there will be phone calls and videos every day, it is better to meet her. She can touch, hug and kiss her. Whenever this happened, he couldn't help but wonder how he had survived without seeing her for six years.

Jiang's house is very lively, and there are many people and affairs during the New Year's Day. Jiang Huai is impatient to deal with these things, and he will leave it to Jiang Rucong to do it.

When I was young, every year during the New Year, there were only him and Yu Yan in the family.

Because of the New Year, Yu Yan didn't go to work and stayed at home. He angered her more and more times. Perhaps his existence was a mistake for Yan. For Jiang Huai at that time, the New Year was far inferior to going to school. .

He didn't have any friends at school either. Because of those rumors, his classmates were alienated from him because of his quiet and withdrawn character, as well as his excellent grades. It became instinctive for him to keep his distance from people.

At the end of his seventeenth year, he met Mingshuang. It was the first time Jiang Huai met such a bright, hot, and beautiful girl. She gave him a lot of emotions that he experienced for the first time, such as anger, shame, and jealousy... And uncontrollable, more and more addicted.

Mingshuang really doesn't make any difference to him because of his status.

Back then, when he had nothing, she took the initiative to chase him. Later, now, Mingshuang's attitude towards him has not changed at all because of his status. Whether it's love or hate, she always sees him in her eyes.

The Jiang family's small manor-style mansion covers a huge area and has been inherited for hundreds of years. The owner of this generation is Jiang Huai. He rarely comes back, let alone bothers to clean it up. Jiang Yuwan couldn't stand it anymore, so she called someone to repair the surrounding area, and the garden suddenly became a lot more beautiful.

The garden ground by the lake was covered with snow, frozen by footsteps.

Jiang Huai's living room here is on the third floor, the largest room at the end of the corridor. The helpers and relatives all know that he likes to be quiet, and they never bother him.

Jiang Huai has a very regular schedule. He wakes up at 6:30 every morning to exercise or take a walk, read news and materials, and deal with new emails.

He walked around the lake and sat down in the pavilion by the lake. The winter wind swept across the lake, bringing moist moisture to his face, making people sober.

At eight o'clock he sent a message to Mingshuang, but she didn't reply. Jiang Huai guessed that she probably didn't get up, or maybe she didn't have time. Mingshuang was always surrounded by a lot of friends, relatives, and all kinds of people.

Jiang Huai is extremely attentive when working. The profile of his face is very cold and unattainable, and he has such a natural temperament.

Someone suddenly approached from behind, and then, a pair of women's hands stretched out, soft like a beauty snake, with cold fingertips, they covered his eyes, and even the tail finger gently stroked the end of his eyes in a provocative way .

Her body froze, Jiang Huai quickly recovered from her work situation, and then she was unable to contain her anger. The man's tone was cold and angry, "Who let you in?"

He stood up, trying to shake the hand away. His eyes met a delicate and beautiful woman's face.

The woman was wearing a coat and a scarf of the same color as him. She took off her mask, revealing a bright face with a smile on her red lips, "Mr. Jiang has a great style."

"If you are touched by another woman, your chastity is gone, and you will be abandoned by your girlfriend." Her voice was delicate, "Jiang is not trying to kill me."

Mingshuang hadn't seen Jiang Huai like this for a long time, which reminded her of when the two first met, she chased Jiang Huai, and the eighteen-year-old Jiang Huai did the same. She looked at her with cold eyes and could not touch her If you touch it, it will be unattainable and unprofessional.

Jiang Huai had already embraced her, put her in his arms, covered her cold hand with his slender big hand, and whispered, "Why did you come to me?"

He never thought that Mingshuang would come to him on his own initiative.

Mingshuang said, "If you want to come, come here."

She casually stroked Jiang Huai's cheek, "Why is it so bloodless?"

"The wind blows," he said.

"Who told you to run out early in the morning to get a hair dryer." Mingshuang said, "Sick beauty, are you trying to get under my bed with a fever?"

His ears were slightly red, but he didn't deny it. Before at Mingshuang's house, the two of them were sleeping in the same bed now. Jiang Huai didn't want to share the bed with her at all. He felt that he was normal, and there was no need to be a sanctimonious hypocrite.

Jiang Huai wrapped a scarf for her, trimmed her forehead and hair, kissed her on the lips, and said softly, "The environment here is too bad, let's go home today, okay?"

His own private mansion recently had someone renovated the master bedroom and added a lot of stuff. Or in Mingshuang's villa, you can. The common point is that there are only the two of them, and there will be no idle people.

"Why, don't let me see your family?" Mingshuang said, "Do you think I can't do it? Maybe it's not as good as President Jiang's pretense and behaves so well in front of my family."

Jiang Huai paused, almost unbelieving what Ming Shuang said.

"Is it okay?" Mingshuang is willing to see his family?

"But your parents are not dead." Mingshuang shrugged, "I can't see anyone."

Jiang Huai didn't say a word, and clenched her hand.

The two returned to the mansion side by side and bumped into Zhao Sui and Jiang Qianzhang drinking tea in the living room on the first floor.

Years later, before they left immediately, Zhao Sui said that he wanted to accompany Jiang Yuwan and stay with Jiang Qianzhang. Their child Jiang Mingru was one year old, and Zhao Sui said that he would come over in a few days to show his grandma and uncle.

They saw Mingshuang together, Jiang Qianzhang was stunned for a moment, and then kept looking at her. Zhao Sui recognized at a glance that this woman was the woman in Jiang Huai's arms in the photo that day.

Right now they were holding hands and wearing the same couple's scarf, Jiang Huai seemed to care about her very much.

Mingshuang also saw Zhao Sui and Jiang Qianzhang. She was raised from a young age, so she didn't feel any pressure to see them.

"Mingshuang." Jiang Qianzhang called her name when he saw the hands they were shaking.

In the past, Mingshuang of Girls' Generation was very beautiful and arrogant, and didn't take others seriously at all. This kind of temperament seems to have not changed until now.

Jiang Qianzhang looked at her dumbfounded. In the past, Mingshuang was something he couldn't reach, but now he couldn't imagine that everything he owned seemed to belong to Jiang Huai.

Zhao Sui's chin and lips have some shadows of bright frost. Jiang Qianzhang felt that he seemed to be crazy too. From Lin Qingxiao to Zhao Sui, he changed women like changing clothes, and each of them was similar to her. When he slept with them, he felt that he also had Mingshuang.

When he was scolded by Mingshuang in the past, he would feel very happy. Maybe, this is love.

Jiang Huai protected her behind him, his eyes were cold, and there was a hint of evil in his tone, "Take care of your eyes."

Don't watch what you shouldn't.

The living room was silent for a while. Jiang Qianzhang looked at him with a little fear now. Jiang Huai's personality was very indifferent, and he usually didn't care about him, but he knew how terrifying he was when he was really angry.

Mingshuang is too lazy to care. Jiang Huai is such a virtue. It was like this when he was a teenager. Now he doesn't pretend at all, and it's getting more and more intense. No one can look at her more than once. If she smiled and said a few words to anyone, she might have fast-forwarded to the point where she was going to elope with that person and abandon him.

Jiang Huai was ill, and after so many years, he didn't get better, and it probably won't get better.

Zhao Sui glanced at Jiang Qianzhang, and said indifferently, "It's fine as usual, don't hit the wall and kill yourself."

She greeted Mingshuang politely and introduced herself. Mingshuang said, "This time I came in a hurry, next time I will bring a gift for your son."

Still so young, a little younger than her, her son was already over a year old.

Ming Shuang stayed for a lunch.

Jiang Rucong was not surprised when she saw her, and said hello to her.

Jiang Yuwan held her hand and was very enthusiastic. When she asked questions, Mingshuang answered a few casually. Her hand had been taken away by Jiang Huai. Shizuo said, "Grandma, Mingshuang is very busy. What's the matter? Let's talk next time."

Jiang Huai speaks very little at home, but when he says it, he can usually count.

After a meal, Jiang Huai said that he went home in the afternoon. He answered a work call. Mingshuang walked in the corridor and looked at this old-fashioned mansion. She visited Jiang's mansion once when she was a child, but she never thought of it. The next time I come, it will be in this capacity and in this situation.

At the end of the corridor, she was suddenly stopped by a man.

Mingshuang frowned, turned her head and left, but was stopped by Jiang Qianzhang, she said coldly, "Get out of the way."

Jiang Qianzhang's tone trembled, "Mingshuang, I have a few words that I have to tell you."

Compared to his youthful and domineering appearance, he is much haggard now. Standing in front of her, his back is slightly curved, and he seems to be a bit shorter than her.

Mingshuang looked at him with disgust, "Does your wife know you're like this?"

"She doesn't love me, she just loves my money." Jiang Qianzhang said hoarsely, "Actually, Mingshuang, I have always liked you, and I have liked you for a long time."

Mingshuang was so disgusted that she wanted to vomit, she raised her hand and gave him a slap, "Jiang Qianzhang, you make me sick." Having a wife and children, she also came to find other women and pretended to be affectionate here. That kind of disgusting man is even more disgusting than Ming Licheng.

Jiang Qianzhang covered his hot face, looking funny and pitiful.

He couldn't figure out why Mingshuang didn't love him and chose Jiang Huai, could it be because he liked his money and power now?

"Mingshuang, I'll tell you his secret." Jiang Qianzhang said in a hoarse voice, disregarding it, "He's an illegitimate child, mother, a poor villager who chased my dad with a face back then. , drugged my dad to conceive him. Later, he was dumped by my dad, and his mother never married my dad. "

"In the past, his mother sold him outside to support him. When he was in junior high school, he went to a very bad school and had a bad reputation there. Later, he didn't know how to transfer to Tanfu."

"He pretended to be good in front of you. He pretended to be clean and pure." Jiang Qianzhang said, "I just know that you have high vision, and I'm afraid that you won't want him if you know this."

"He and us are fundamentally different people. Jiang Huai is a lunatic. You will not be happy with him." Jiang Qianzhang's voice trembled, "You don't know, what he has done in the past six years, I It's all his fault to become like this, and he wants to take revenge on all of us."

"He's going to tie you to him."

…

In the afternoon, Jiang Huai and her left Jiang's house by car.

The car that Jiang Huai drove personally was just the two of them. The two of them travel together on weekdays, and Jiang Huai doesn't like to take a driver very much.

"I usually don't live here," Jiang Huai said. "When we get married, we won't live here."

He still prefers the two-person world with Mingshuang.

Jiang Huai recently mentioned getting married more and more frequently. He is an extremely meticulous and meticulous man, and he has already started to plan ahead for their wedding, honeymoon, residence after marriage, and lifestyle.

It doesn't matter if she answers or not.

"How is your body recently?" Mingshuang sat in the passenger seat, staring at his profile, "Have you lost weight?"

"Occasionally have a headache." Jiang Huai stopped and waited for the red light, then turned his face and kissed her, "No big deal."

"The doctor said that after the mood is better, it will ease."

"Oh, you mean that you want me to be nice to you and make you feel better, don't you?" Mingshuang said deliberately, "Jiang Huai, why are you so scheming?"

He pursed his lips slightly, lowered his eyes, and suddenly said, "An Yi doesn't have any scheming, does he?"

Mingshuang, "..." She felt that Jiang Huai was really starting to get spoiled and stopped pretending in front of her.

She gritted her teeth and couldn't help but feel a little itchy, "Yes."

His long eyelashes trembled, and the winter sun shines through the car window glass on his beautiful face, which seems to be even paler, and the thin red lips are more beautiful.

The red light passed and the car restarted.

On weekdays, Jiang Huai drove very steadily and at a moderate speed, with almost no bumps and sudden sharp turning braking, but this time, the speed became faster and almost reached the speed limit.

Mingshuang glanced at him and said lazily, "Mr. Jiang, just say it if you hate me, don't bring yourself to sacrifice for me."

The speed of the car slowly decreased, and the man's slender phalanx holding the steering wheel turned white.

They returned to Mingshuang's villa, and he had been in a low mood.

Mingshuang asked him to have dinner. Jiang Huai ate very little. Seeing Mingshuang looking at him, he said softly, "I have no appetite."

Going to work at night, Mingshuang grabbed him and dragged him back to the living room.

Pressing Jiang Huai on the sofa, he sat down obediently, and Mingshuang brought him warm water and medicine to watch him finish.

"Jiang Huai, you are not good at all." Mingshuang condensed him, "You have a scheming, like to be jealous, control me, and often get sick."

"Disobedient, often lie to me."

His face lost its blood, and Mingshuang said, "If it was someone else, I would have broken up long ago."

In many places, her taboo has been committed.

"So, Mingshuang, are you going to break up with me again?" His voice was hoarse and desperate, his pupils were a little out of focus, and he didn't finish his sentence—

Mingshuang's soft and warm hands have gently caressed his cheek, and kissed his lips lovingly, "Jiang Huai, what do you want me to do with you?"

"We should be the two most inappropriate people."

Mingshuang does things rationally, decisively and cruelly. Like seven years ago, when she discovered this, she broke up with Jiang Huai without hesitation, but seven years later, he was still stubbornly waiting for her, nothing changed.

She remembered the picture of the child under the roof, his stubborn, soft, fragile and strong temperament, which seemed to be like this since he was a child.

So Jiang Huai was fine again, she just needed a little love from her. Mingshuang sat on his lap, leaning against his arms, hugged tightly by him, feeling his enthusiasm.

…

On the fifth day of the first year, Mingshuang received a call from Huanjia Tang Chen, saying that it was the alumni association of Peking University in Tancheng, and asked her if she would participate.

The location is in a five star restaurant.

There were not many people in a private room, only about a dozen people. Tang Chen said that this time he only found some close friends.

Mingshuang was surrounded by Jiang Huai, but Tang Chen didn't seem surprised and greeted them with a smile on his face.

Jiang Huai is obviously the center of their circle, the protagonist of this meal, but he doesn't care much, treating it as a casual meal and only caring about her.

Tang Chen invited Mingshuang to order, and asked her what President Jiang likes to eat. Mingshuang randomly ordered a few, Tang Chen glanced at it, and added a few more braised prawns and king crabs.

"I don't need seafood." Mingshuang said, "He can't eat it."

"Mr. Jiang can't eat seafood?" Tang Chen was extremely surprised. It wasn't the first time he had eaten with Jiang Huai. He had occasionally ordered seafood before. Jiang Huai never said that he couldn't eat it, but when he recalled it carefully, it seemed that it was true. I haven't seen him eat.

"Allergy." Mingshuang said, "It's uncomfortable to touch a little, and if you eat too much, you will go to the hospital."

Jiang Huai held her hand and looked at her with dark eyes.

He never thought that after six or seven years, Mingshuang would still remember his taboos. He was used to being patient and suppressing his own needs.

"Haha, Miss Ming and President Jiang have a really good relationship." Tang Chen laughed.

The point of eating is not to eat, but naturally to cultivate feelings. Seeing Jiang Huai's good mood, the purpose of this meal is more than half achieved.

"That is." He Jinsong also came to today's class reunion, "After all, the relationship started in high school."

He Jinsong and Jiang Huai went to the same university. At that time, Mingshuang's college entrance examination was still proposed by him. Now He Jinsong stays in Jingzhou and is an algorithm engineer. Originally, according to his current level, he should not be able to come to this alumni reunion, but Tang Chen contacted him, which made him a little flattered.

"President Jiang is getting more and more handsome." He drank a little wine and couldn't help feeling.

Compared with high school, the youthful youth has faded away, and the appearance is more handsome, as if it has been precipitated by experience, and the cold temperament is mixed with some other flavors.

"At that time, President Jiang was also a high-end flower." He Jinsong said, "I haven't been in a relationship for four years in college. Obviously, we have many girls in the mathematics department.

Mingshuang said, "Ha, that is."

"Is the male-female ratio of aircraft engineering design more disparate?" He Jinsong asked Mingshuang.

Mingshuang thought for a while, "Almost, maybe 10:1? There are all men around."

The influence of many men is to stink to death. Especially in summer, people of all races, the smell of perfume mixed with the smell of sweat, the legendary man smell, smells Mingshuang and makes me want to vomit.

Mingshuang is very picky about taste and has an extremely sensitive sense of smell. Every time she goes to class, she can't wait to wear a mask to cover her nose.

She also hates the smell of perfume, and there are only a handful of people who can make her smell good.

Jiang Huai turned to look at her, but said nothing.

Tang Chen was chatting with another CEO who was working in technology, but his eyes looked this way from time to time, paying attention to the conversation of the three of them.

"I remember, Mr. Jiang, did you exchange to the UK when you were a junior?" He Jinsong said, "Did you meet at that time?"

Mingshuang was surprised.

Jiang Huai never mentioned it to her. He went to the UK to exchange, let alone come to see her. She quickly recalled what she was doing when she was a junior.

Jiang Huai's expression was indifferent, and he only said, "Yes." But he didn't mention whether he had met or not.

She has gone, will Jiang Huai not see her? Mingshuang was skeptical.

This man can really surprise her, one after another.

During the banquet, Mingshuang talked about Jiaoyue and his own business, and Tang Chen was full of praise for the quality of their products, "At first, I was hesitant, but after using it, I realized how ignorant I was at first. "

When he said this, Mingshuang glanced at Jiang Huai, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

"Wait for our show to air." Tang Chen and Mingshuang clink glasses with a firm tone, "By that time, Miss Ming's orders will definitely surge."

During the banquet, Jiang Huai kept silent. He took good care of her. When Mingshuang spoke, he changed his chopsticks, poured her tea and served vegetables. This was something he was used to doing for her at home, and Mingshuang was used to it. After seeing the eldest lady, she also accepted it calmly, but the gazes of the people around her became more and more surprised.

"When can you drink President Jiang's wedding wine?" Tang Chen laughed.

Jiang Huai said, "It's up to her."

Mingshuang held the teacup's hand for a while, then smiled, "Let's talk about it."

"Beginning of spring, I'm going to Jingzhou to study for a Ph.D.," she said, "maybe separated for a while."

What kind of people are in attendance, Tang Chen smiled, "That's okay, many people have been married after studying for a Ph.D., and some even have children."

"I don't like separation." Mingshuang said directly.

Her face is beautiful, her neck is slender and snow-white, and the hand holding the cup is the same color. She is beautiful and proud, but she has a little girl-like stubbornness, arrogance and innocence. These complex temperaments are not against her at all. Inexplicably attractive, people just want to be seen by her.

She was born to be pampered and raised, and she has never fallen to the bottom of the valley in a day.

Tang Chen hurriedly moved away from the topic. He Jinsong was drinking and looking at Mingshuang, thinking to himself, he didn't change at all when he was in high school, he was still so dazzling.

Cream came out of the bathroom.

in the hallway. The man was wearing a neat black coat and a dark green scarf, spotless.

Jiang Huai's clothes were all chosen by Mingshuang. She was very particular about what she wore and would match him well, all of which she liked. Jiang Huai suits cool tones and looks more abstinent when he wears it, and Mingshuang feels more comfortable when he unbuttons him.

Jiang Huai is also happy to do so. Make him feel that he belongs to her, inside and out.

Jiang Huai was very insecure. Only when she was needed and possessed by her would he truly feel love and ironing.

Jiang Huai's body was still very fragrant, with a little clear wine smell, he suppressed her, "Mingshuang, when can you say."

He didn't want to be anonymous, he just wanted to spread the word, and wanted to marry her and become her legitimate husband.

"In such a hurry?" Mingshuang said, "then think of a way."

Jiang Huai held her hand and said nothing.

During the banquet just now, someone toasted Mingshuang, but he stopped him and drank it for her. He didn't let her drink any wine. Jiang Huai's own alcohol capacity was obviously much worse than hers.

"Don't you want to go to the hospital to check your health?" Mingshuang said, "What to drink?"

She grabbed Jiang Huai's collar, pulled it down, and tasted his taste, "Don't drink it next time."

Jiang Huai kissed her and didn't let her go. Every time he lost control of his emotions, he needed her intimacy to be comforted.

"Shuangshuang." He seemed to calm down, "wait for me to check it out."

"I will give you the medical report, property certificate, real estate, ID card..." he said softly.

This indifferent feeling can drive him crazy.

Mingshuang is not good to him, he is in pain. Mingshuang was good to him, but he felt that it would not last long.

Only by tying her firmly to him and possessing her completely will he feel at ease. Marriage is the best way he can think of at the moment.

"I don't want it." Mingshuang said.

He held her hand, as if he didn't hear her refusal at all, and was very calm, "In this way, I have nothing but you."

…

After Jiang Huai went to the hospital for an examination, the results of the examination came out after a while.

Mingshuang came home from the company and saw the warm yellow lights in the study at home, and knew that Jiang Huai had arrived home.

She took off her coat and went in to see that Jiang Huai was indeed in the study, wearing a black shirt, which was very rare—even Jiang Huai looked up at her.

"What are you doing." Mingshuang raised her hand and took off his glasses, "It looks so gentle and scumbag."

Jiang Huai has very good eyesight and is not short-sighted at all, but she is slightly short-sighted.

Jiang Huai was born with a classical cold beauty, with a sense of fragility in the coldness. Today, inexplicably wearing a pair of glasses, he is more masculine. With his cold eyebrows and handsome eyes, he looks extremely gentle and scum all at once.

Jiang Huai let her go.

"The doctor said," he said, "I've been using my eyes too much recently and told me to wear them occasionally."

"If you cover your eyes, what would it look like?" Mingshuang glanced across his face.

Most of Jiang Huai's cold and clean temperament came from those long, narrow black eyes. As for the thin jaw and those thin moist lips, all that was left was Seduction.

"Would you like to try it on?"

"Forget it." Mingshuang stared at him, "I'm afraid you will be damaged by me."

"It's okay," he said softly.

You can make Ming Shuang like him more, why not?

"Jiang Huai, you really know how to pretend." The chair sank slightly, Mingshuang sat on his lap, hooked him, and unbuttoned his black shirt. A thin and beautiful collarbone was exposed under the neckline, which was lined by black. Even more seductive, Jiang Huai let her go, "Did you come to see me dressed like this when you were in high school, was it on purpose?"

Knowing that she likes his appearance, she will also take advantage of her own advantage, perhaps unintentionally, but the subconscious has this idea.

In school, she was a good-natured and cool student with a neat uniform.

"When did you start liking me?"

"...I don't know." Mingshuang didn't quite believe that he didn't know, so she wanted to continue torturing him.

"Is it the time I touched your waist? Then why didn't you let it?" Mingshuang's slender hand stopped just right on his narrow waist, and now she can touch it casually.

Jiang Huai's voice was a little hoarse, and he gasped softly, "Shuangshuang."

"I'm about to break." He leaned closer to her ear and almost murmured, "Do you still want me?"

He was dirty, filthy, morbid, concealed a lot, and lied to her in exchange for today's happiness.

However, all of this may be about to collapse.

And he can't leave Mingshuang anymore.

The author says:

Xiao Huai is a very emotional man!

Well, I didn't get home until 4 o'clock this afternoon for the vaccine. I'm sorry to everyone, and I will send 20 red envelopes.

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