Deliberately Contaminated

Jiang Huai's school uniform was over her body, and there was still warmth left, and his breath wrapped her.

Mingshuang was caged in his arms, not knowing what Jiang Huai's next move would be. However, he didn't speak or move, he just looked at her with his eyes down, as if there were stars falling from the sky, beautiful and hazy.

"Jiang Huai, you are drunk." Mingshuang said calmly.

Smell the alcohol in his breath.

She wondered why it was so strange that Jiang Huai would take the initiative to embrace her. The bit of alcohol he drank was a big part of it. I really don't know why there are people who are so light in alcohol and so self-righteous, and want to stop drinking for her.

Don't be afraid of her taking advantage of others' danger.

It was not the first day that Jiang Huai knew that she was thinking about his scheming. Right now, he was defenseless, close at hand, his thin lips were red, and Mingshuang could peck him hard and taste him as long as he stood on tiptoe.

They are all grown ups, so they should be good friends now, so Jiang Huai probably wouldn't mind.

She got closer and closer, calling his name, "Jiang Huai."

With a hoarse voice, he actually answered obediently, "Yeah."

"Jiang Huai?"

"Um."

Mingshuang doubts that he will cooperate with whatever he does to him now.

However, after this answer, Mingshuang's body became heavy, and he was hugged into his arms.

She held it in her throat and realized that he was really drunk and stupid. She suppressed her anger, "You have such a small amount of alcohol? What else are you drinking?"

"I want to do it for you." His voice was very low.

Do you think she wants to save face and drink? In fact, she is much better than him, at least she won't drink a little to become like this.

She was pressed into his arms by him, her head was just on the neck of the boy, and she smelled the clean and quiet fragrance of his neckline, but it didn't smell much alcohol. Mingshuang struggled a few times, tried her best to take out her mobile phone from her pocket, and dialed her own number.

She called Mingzhai, but Lin Chongzhi was not there, Mingshuang directly reported the address and asked the driver at home to drive over to pick him up.

Jiang Huai stood against the wall with his head down, as if he had just dozed off, but he still looked handsome and clean. Only Mingshuang knew how drunk he was, and it was estimated that his consciousness was not clear.

The driver arrived quickly, and Mingshuang got Jiang Huai into the back seat of the car. After thinking about it, he still reported his address to the driver.

The car moved smoothly through the night.

Mingshuang sat with him in the back seat, he leaned on her shoulders, looking nostalgic, reassuring and intimate, with his eyes closed, his thick and neat eyelashes drooped down, he looked very well-behaved and quiet, and he was still that good student. If you ignore the strong smell of alcohol on your body.

Jiang Huai seemed to no longer hesitate to contact her.

Mingshuang both liked and hated him in her heart, an indescribable complex feeling.

The car quickly arrived at the downstairs of Jiang Huai's house, Mingshuang pushed him and said in a low voice, "Here it is."

"Where's your house key?"

...no one answered.

Jiang Huai seemed to be really asleep, and slept very peacefully. His skin was white, and there was a hint of dark blue under his eyes. Mingshuang knew that he often suffered from insomnia. Thinking of his high fever some time ago, she sighed and said to the driver, "Go home."

Ming Licheng is not at home every day. Five or six rooms in Ming's villa are empty, so it is not a problem to sleep with Jiang Huai.

The rooms on the second floor are not crowded for a long time. Mingshuang brought Jiang Huai into the room, only to realize that she was still wrapped in his school uniform. Jiang Huai didn't seem to be awake at all. She helped him to the side of the bed and pushed him, then closed the door and went straight out.

The yard downstairs suddenly turned on the lights, Mingshuang paused, and then she mentioned it in her heart.

Ming Licheng actually came back at this time and followed the guests.

Mingshuang looked back, Jiang Huai was on the bed, sleeping quietly.

She was a little angry. The window of this room was half open, the curtains were not drawn, and the conversation in the courtyard downstairs could be clearly heard.

The courtyard is a small Japanese-style courtyard, with a bamboo coffee table under the eaves, and the soft sound of bamboo running water, which is very quiet and pleasant. During the Spring and Autumn Period, Ming Licheng occasionally meets guests here.

The man opposite Ming Licheng didn't seem to have very convenient legs and feet. He looked elegant and handsome, but it turned out to be Jiang Chengting.

He seemed to have sensed something, turned his face, and glanced upstairs in the direction of the upstairs.

Afraid of being discovered, Mingshuang hurriedly lowered her body. A few minutes later, she hurriedly got up and closed the window and closed the curtains again.

There was a sound behind him, Jiang Huai woke up at this moment, slowly straightened up, and sat up from the bed.

His vision was still a little hazy, he looked around the room left and right, and when he saw Mingshuang, he froze.

"Don't worry, nothing happened." Mingshuang hugged her arms, a little yin and yang strange, "Jiang Huai, if you are like this, I don't know if you will be sold in the future."

Jiang Huai's temple still stings. This was the first time in his life that he had touched alcohol, and he never imagined that the effect would be so strong.

The young man pursed his lips tightly and stood up, his clear voice still hoarse from drunkenness, "I'm sorry." He will leave immediately.

"Are you going back now?" Mingshuang said in disbelief.

She pointed downstairs, "Go out in front of my dad? Do you want to kill me, or do you want to kill yourself?"

My 18-year-old daughter brought a man home late at night, even if they were innocent and nothing happened, who would believe it.

Jiang Huai suddenly stopped. The voice of Jiang Chengting and Ming Licheng's dialogue happened to come from the wind, looming.

This room has a thin white window screen, so you can see the outside from the inside, but you can't see the inside from the outside.

Ming Licheng lowered his head and lit a cigarette. The two seemed to have a pleasant conversation. The faint smell of smoke drifted away. They should be talking about some business matters, and Mingshuang was not interested.

Only then did she notice that Jiang Huai was also looking downstairs.

It was the first time she saw such an expression on Jiang Huai's face,

Cold and tired complex emotions.

"It's Jiang Qianzhang's father." Mingshuang said, "It seems that he is discussing cooperation with my father, and he has been coming to my house these days."

Her tone seemed to be sarcastic, "You should know the Jiang family, it's the right match for our family."

Mingshuang is a good person. The chat between Ming Licheng and Gu Wanning that day, she had already heard from Ming Xiao, and she thought it was ridiculous. Do you still expect her to develop something with Jiang Qianzhang in the future? That's not as realistic as Lu Cuo.

After all, she just didn't have that kind of affection for Lu Cuo, and she only had endless boredom with Jiang Qianzhang. She believed that Jiang Qianzhang should be the same to her.

"There are a lot of dirty things in that family." Maybe it was because the chatterbox was opened late at night, and Mingshuang stood by the window, thinking of the secret Jiang family that he had heard before.

The entanglements of the previous generation in the Jiang family, about Jiang Rucong's legs, the Jiang family's inherited diseases and Jiang Chengting's secret affair.

By the window, the boy's pale and slender fingers slowly tightened.

"He also has an illegitimate child." Mingshuang's voice was very fluttering, and she looked out the window, her tone undisguised, very contemptuous and disgusting, "I can't see it at all. Dirty went together."

Jiang Chengting looked steady, not like a person who was heavy on desires. Upon closer inspection, it was somewhat similar to Jiang Huai's temperament. Mingshuang remembered the scandal of the Jiang family that she had heard before, her eyebrows twitched, and she remembered that Ming Licheng was better than him. Brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters.

His face completely lost the color, and he didn't say a word.

Mingshuang said, "Forget it, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

His voice was hoarse, "Yeah."

"What's wrong with you?" Mingshuang frowned, "Is it so uncomfortable, do you want to call a doctor to come and see?"

She stood on tiptoe and wanted to test the temperature of Jiang Huai's forehead.

Unexpectedly, he almost retreated like a conditioned reflex, and Mingshuang touched the air. The boy's face was pale and bloodless.

"Jiang Huai?" Mingshuang instinctively felt strange.

"Headache," he said hoarsely. "First time drinking."

Mingshuang, "..." Does anyone really get drunk after drinking a few beers? But thinking that it was Jiang Huai was unreasonable and reasonable.

What a clean, good boy and a good student.

"This room is for you. There are new toiletries and towels in the bathroom." Mingshuang said, "Go to bed earlier."

She knew he had a headache.

When the girl exited the room, she even thoughtfully turned off the light for him.

Teenager sitting in the dark.

After a long time, the conversation downstairs disappeared.

There was a sound of water in the bathroom, and the water dripped from his white and thin collarbone.

He looked at himself in the mirror indifferently, his lips biting so hard.

I don't know how long it took, he slowly got up, the wound on his wrist had scabbed over, and his mind seemed to be clearer because of the stinging pain. He was still pale in the mirror, only a pair of dark eyes stood out. .

He had long, long nightmares with her voice haunting them.

That beautiful and proud face, with a sweet smile, said to him, "I like you."

His heart was shaken and he couldn't hold himself back. Then, her expression in his arms suddenly changed, and her voice was cold, "Jiang Huai, you make me feel sick."

The repressed memories of his childhood came flooding back, and he slept extremely unsteadily, completely plunged into long, painful dreams.

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The morning light fell through the gap in the window. After Mingshuang woke up, she washed up, changed her clothes, and went to the guest room to find Jiang Huai.

"Shuangshuang, your friend has left." Li Yan was cleaning up in the living room downstairs when she raised her face and said to her when she heard Mingshuang walking on the second floor.

Li Yan grew up watching Mingshuang. Occasionally, Xu Tianbai, Lu Cuo and others would also stay in the mansion, but they were all in the guest room, which was far away from Mingshuang's room.

This time, it was a quiet and gentle beautiful boy, very polite, and the house where he lived was clean and tidy. Li Yan had a good impression of him.

Mingshuang, "…"

Still let him run.

The next day happened to be the weekend. Mingshuang wrote the questions at home, and there was a monthly test. She had improved a lot in terms of the last monthly test. Although she was still partial to the subject, she did not live up to Jiang Huai's counseling, excluding the language and language skills. Biological, the ranking has advanced a lot.

Xu Duanduan sent WeChat to ask her if she could come out to play.

Mingshuang absent-mindedly refused; [Study. 】

Xu Duanduan: [...Are you really fascinated by your little boyfriend? Tsk, sure enough, there is a knife on the head of the color. 】

Mingshuang: [Knife what kind of knife. 】 The relationship between her and Jiang Huai can be said to be innocent, and they didn't even pull their hands seriously. Yesterday, the atmosphere was good, and then it became a joke because of drunkenness.

Jiang Huai still doesn't know what to do.

After returning home, she did not contact her either. Mingshuang held a breath in her heart and simply read the book again. She really didn't understand, how could there be such a difficult boy like Jiang Huai in the world.

Jiang Huai's WeChat was sent at noon.

Jiang Huai: [Working part-time in the morning. 】

Jiang Huai: [It's already done, I'll cause you trouble. 】

Mingshuang sighed, thinking of how dark he was yesterday, and the high fever that day, who spent his eighteenth birthday alone at home, his heart suddenly softened.

People are different after all.

After the monthly exam.

"There is one more scholarship this time." Ruan Yangfan came back from the office with news, "What's it called, 'Aim for a bright future?' There are so many bonuses."

Tanfu scholarships and bursaries have special brochures with detailed information on the founders of the funds.

Wu Qingmiao read a few lines, and couldn't help but cast his eyes on Mingshuang.

Mingshuang read a book in his seat without saying a word.

"Is it done by Mingshuang's family?" Wu Qingmiao said softly, glancing at Mingshuang's location.

"It seems to be true."

"No wonder they give so much."

"I know this scholarship. I won it in junior high school before, but this time it seems to be much better than before."

"I'm envious, it's really good luck who got good in the exam this time and made a fortune."

Seeing that Mingshuang didn't want to join the discussion at all, only Chen Xuan asked her at noon, Mingshuang lifted his eyes from the book and said slowly, "Maybe, I don't know this. "

Jiang Huai has always been the first in the school.

The boy came out of the office. In the weather in early November, he was wearing a white school uniform jacket of the attached middle school, and he looked tall and handsome. Walking through the corridor, he was somewhat similar to the green bamboo bathing in the rain on the campus.

Mingshuang came running from the opposite side. She was obviously angry, and her voice was crisp, "Jiang Huai, what do you mean?"

Jiang Huai was the first, but he gave up the scholarship.

In the award ceremony that just ended, there was no name for him. Mingshuang went to ask Feng Hong to find out that Jiang Huai himself had voluntarily applied to give up in advance and postponed his scholarship.

"Jiang Huai!" Mingshuang blocked his way, she was very angry, and her beautiful eyebrows became more sharp.

The boy pursed his lips and stopped.

"Is it because it was set up by my family?" Mingshuang thinks this kind of thinking is very strange, and it makes people feel funny. "It's not for you alone, why not?"

Because of the inexplicable, don't know where the dignity comes from?

"With this money, wouldn't you feel a lot easier?" Mingshuang said.

You don’t have to work part-time anymore, you can improve your living environment, you don’t have to work so hard, you can sleep better at night,

Jiang Huai shook his head slightly.

He never cared about these things, nor did he feel hard. He never wanted her pity, he only hoped to enjoy her love alone.

The juvenile's jaw line is thin and clear, and the collarbone under the collar is slightly sunken. He has lost weight and grown a little taller during this time, and his temperament is colder and quieter.

He wants to be nice to her and to be close to her, but now he has nothing, nothing, only one he can give her.

However, he felt that he was cheap and dirty, not worth it at all, not worthy of being around her at all,

"Okay." Mingshuang was very disappointed, she raised her chin, "You are arrogant, you don't want it, what you don't want is what others want."

She turned to go.

His wrist was pulled, but he quickly released it.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Mingshuang's eyes widened when he saw the wound on his wrist. His skin was as white as jade, and the ugly and dazzling slender wound was particularly obvious.

"It fell," he said, his school uniform cuffs pulled down to cover his wrists.

Mingshuang couldn't believe it, "You told me it was a fall?" Did you take her for a fool.

Jiang Huai was silent. The drizzle was already falling outside, and it floated on his shoulders. He looked hazy and hazy. His long eyelashes were soaked in the mist, so pretty that he didn't get popular.

Mingshuang, "You let go." Her voice was cold, and her amber eyes were cold and arrogant when she stared at him.

The ice-cold hands in those hands were not warm enough, and they finally let go.

Mingshuang got angry with him.

Mingshuang was still angry until she got home at night, and she didn't want to read anymore, so she asked Xu Duanduan to go out and go shopping.

"I don't know what he's thinking?" Mingshuang sat at the door of the bookstore with fruit tea and complained to Xu Duanduan.

Xu Duanduan said, "Maybe he has his own arrogance."

That kind of boy, in front of Mingshuang, has actually smoothed his edges and corners. Since he knew Jiang Huai, he has been extremely condone to her, and he will not refuse almost any request. Except for this matter, Mingshuang doesn't think it is a big deal at all.

"I heard that your grades have improved recently." Xu Duanduan said again, "then are you going abroad or not?"

Xu Duanduan made up his mind to go abroad, and the IELTS score has been tested. Mingshuang's English is very good, almost no need to consider language problems,

"That's it." Mingshuang said absentmindedly, "We'll talk about it later."

She was a little confused and didn't know what she was confused about.

"Would you like to go to the movies?" Mingshuang asked.

Xu Duanduan probed over and saw the poster on Mingshuang's mobile phone screen. He felt a chill, "I'm not going."

Mingshuang doesn't have any bad tastes. She likes to watch this kind of movie. She can't sleep after watching it.

When Mingshuang is in a bad mood, she likes to watch horror movies, but she is not brave enough to watch alone, she needs someone to accompany her.

She dug out her phone address book with a cold face, skipping Jiang Huai's name and scrolling directly to the bottom.

There was a Ferrari parked on the side of the road. The owner was a young man, leaning against the door, lit a cigarette with one hand, and was waiting impatiently with his elegant coat and boots.

The little girl Momo Haw appeared at the entrance of the alley, her toes rubbed on the ground, but she didn't look at the man.

Ming Xiao looked at her and sneered, "Are you kidding me?"

"You said that there was something so urgent that I asked for leave to find you, but I ended up letting me watch ghost movies with you?"

Mingshuang wasn't a good temper either. After being scolded by him, he became stubborn, "Why, can't you? You have a reason to ask for leave to watch a movie, shouldn't you thank me?"

The little ancestor seemed to be in a really bad mood this time, and Ming Xiao knew his sister very well.

Ming Xiao was really convinced by her, he put out the cigarette and said patiently, "Okay, what do you want to see?"

"This." Mingshuang sniffed, "You accompany me."

"Ghost Horror Night in Mountain Village", on the cover poster, there are **** heads, cheap special effects, and a cliché plot. Ming Xiao is really convinced. I don't know why her taste in horror movies can be so vulgar every time.

Ming Xiao only dozed off, and was abruptly woken up several times by Ming Shuang's hand.

Taking advantage of the time when the protagonist's head was twisted, and he died before being resurrected, he smashed Mingshuang's head and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Mingshuang just doesn't say it.

After the movie was over, the two found a place to eat nearby, "Okay, you can talk about it now." Ming Xiao motioned for someone to close the private room door, and now there are only two brothers and sisters left.

"Brother, I don't know either." Mingshuang's voice was still a little listless.

"You don't know why you're unhappy?" Ming Xiaozhen was so speechless by her that he held back his temper, "Because of what? No money to spend? Who messed with you, or because of which man?"

Mingshuang was silent.

"If you don't like it, just dump it." Ming Xiao felt incredulous, "Then is there anyone who doesn't like you?"

"It's not a matter of liking or not."

Mingshuang said, "It's just that I can't figure it out." Why is Jiang Huai unwilling to accept her kindness? Miss Ming seldom has kindness to give to others. It's the first time she's frustrated, and she can't understand it at all.

"Men are like this." After Ming Xiao heard this, he didn't feel that the trouble of his eighteen-year-old sister was an annoyance.

"Also, if it's too different from you, just have fun." Ming Xiao said, "Do you still hope that you will be able to cultivate into a true fruit in the future?"

His voice was cold and thin, and when he laughed, there was a small pear vortex on the corner of his lips, just as bad and cold-blooded as Mingshuang, "It's not worth your unhappiness."

Mingshuang's mobile phone was taken by him.

Ming Xiao took her into his arms, took a photo, and sent a circle of friends on Mingshuang's WeChat.

"What are you doing?" Ming Shuang went to grab it, Ming Xiao leaned on the back of the chair and threw the phone back to her.

Mingshuang has a lot of WeChat friends, and soon there are many likes and comments.

The photo didn't leak, and I saw her leaning against Ming Xiao, and he put his hand around the back of her head, making a lazy comparison.

Many people in her circle of friends knew Ming Xiao. In the past, every time they went out to play together, Ming Xiao took pictures with Ming Shuang every time, starting from when Ming Shuang was a little fart.

Lu Cuo left a message below: [You two went out to play? where? Do you have dinner together at night? 】

Xu Tianbai: [When did Brother Xiao come back? 】

Mingshuang didn't reply, she glared at Ming Xiao and deleted the circle of friends.

"Why did you delete it?" Ming Xiao looked at her lazily while playing with the lighter in his hand.

Mingshuang, "I think you are unlucky."

Ming Xiao, "Tsk."

I have to say that after going out with Mingxiao for this trip, after returning home, she is in a much better mood.

After posting the afternoon movie ticket stubs and the photos of the meal, she went to take a shower.

After the holiday, the class adjusted their seats once. Mingshuang's seat was closer to Jiang Huai, and the two were in the front and back rows.

Mingshuang hadn't looked for him for a while, and she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable sitting so close now.

Jiang Huai was still as quiet and quiet. The cold rain in November floated in from the window. Mingshuang heard him coughing softly and quickly suppressed it.

The young man was pale and handsome, even more thin and slender.

Mingshuang was afraid that the rain would float in and wet the textbooks. She was not tall enough. She had some difficulty crossing the window sill full of books to close the window.

She didn't fall down, but bumped into Jiang Huai's arms, and she smelled the faint cold fragrance again.

Mingshuang said, "Let go."

Jiang Huai's fingers were cold, but she did not let go, maintaining the posture of hugging her loosely.

"What are you doing?" Mingshuang said.

He lowered his long eyelashes slightly, his thin jaw line was tight, but his tone was calm, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

The author says:

Stimulate Xiao Huai.

Xiao Huai is really pitiful... Very humble and afraid of Fifteen's dislike, sensitive and habitually suppressing herself.

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