Deliberately Contaminated

It was raining non-stop outside. Mingshuang stretched out a hand from the bed. Her hand was small and soft. She brushed away Jiang Huai's black hair and touched his forehead. I sent it to her palm, and my skin touched it, and I only felt satisfied with the unspeakable ironing in my heart.

Mingshuang felt that her fingertips were hot, and the antipyretics didn't seem to work. She muttered, "Why is the temperature still so high?"

If it continues to burn, Jiang Huai is afraid that he will really become a fool.

Mingshuang wanted to get up, reached for the phone on the bedside table to make a call, and asked the doctor to take a look, but Jiang Huaiyi grabbed her hand and shoved it back.

He hugged her, their foreheads were touching, his breath was hot, and his voice was thick and hoarse, "It's okay, it will be fine soon."

"The effect of the medicine is not that big," he said. "According to my constitution, the fever will start to subside in about two hours."

"You stay with me." He rubbed her cheek lightly, "Okay?"

Six years ago, Mingshuang said that he never liked him, and he always remembered her ruthless back when she left.

Mingshuang, "..." She had never imagined that Jiang Huai would have such a terrifying side.

I don't know if it was because of the burning confusion. The man kept staring at her with his beautiful eyes shining with water. Mingshuang gritted his teeth and put a hand on his lips. She had to pick it up gently, and the wildfires flooded into the prairie. , Jiang Huai's response was so turbulent and enthusiastic.

"Jiang Huai." Mingshuang touched her lips and leaned close to his ear, her tone sly and narrow, "You are born like this? Can't you live without a woman?"

His eyes were misty and moist, but his appearance was still clean and pure. This kind of contradictory temperament did not go against him at all, and he approached and kissed her again.

"It's not born this way. No one else." He hoarsely said, "As long as you."

Mingshuang joked that day, saying that he wanted to give him to someone else, Jiang Huai obviously remembered it, and took it seriously, Mingshuang couldn't help but wanted to laugh, she thought it was cute, she leaned over and kissed him for a long time. 's eyelashes, "Why doesn't this have amnesia?"

Jiang Huai looked away and did not speak. The man's neck is slender, the profile of his face is extremely superior, and his handsomeness is as clean as a fresh snow. His demeanor always looks very arrogant.

So, Mingshuang took a bite on his Adam's apple and watched with satisfaction that the snow was melted instantly.

The tide faded, and Mingshuang was a little sleepy. Hearing the crackling of the rain outside, looking over from the windowsill of this house, the river in the distance was shrouded in drizzle, and it looked dark. The man behind him was big and warm. The cold wind is howling, and the winter night is bitter.

Mingshuang is lazy and squeamish, never embarrassing herself. There should be no problem with Jiang Huai's situation. She simply didn't bother to move her bed any more, and slept in the same bed with him. This is Jiang Huai's bed. breath.

Mingshuang sniffed, her thoughts drifted a bit, she suddenly remembered that when she was studying abroad, a friend who studied medicine told her about hormones - a person thinks that their favorite object is very delicious, because of hormones.

After the love fades, if you smell it again, it will not feel fragrant, but just ordinary. Maybe this is the reason for the love potion?

But Mingshuang never believed in love, she only believed in science.

"Jiang Huai, what do you think I smell?" Mingshuang was in his arms and suddenly looked up at him and asked.

"It smells good." Jiang Huai buried her head and sniffed in her hair. I can't say exactly what it tastes like, but it's sweet and fragrant, and he likes it very much.

Then why does she think Jiang Huai is also very fragrant?

She knew that Jiang Huai never used any perfume, just the simple scent of shower gel and acacia on her collar, but for her, it hooked her inexplicably, making her sometimes want to bite him, and she did often bite him. he.

Jiang Huai only thinks she smells good, but she thinks he smells good? According to this theoretical logic, does she still love Jiang Huai a little more?

Her mood changed too fast, Jiang Huai was very smart, everyone he met thought he was too smart, but he never knew what she was thinking.

Whether it was when Mingshuang took the initiative to chase him before, or during their short-lived relationship, or now. From the day he fell in love with Mingshuang, he had never felt insecure.

Fortunately, Mingshuang did not continue this topic.

"By the way, the test flight of my product was successful, President Jiang." Mingshuang was triumphant, "I will contact the sales channel myself after that. Maybe President Jiang will be disappointed, and Jiaoyue will not be acquired by you."

Jiang Huai hugged her, pursed her lips, and pecked her sideways.

"You cheated on me." Mingshuang glanced at him, "You don't remember yourself."

Jiang Huai was silent for a moment, "I'm sorry." I didn't know if I was talking about this or apologizing for his amnesia.

Mingshuang frowned and emphasized, "The technology we used is very advanced. I solved the problem in the end, and I wasted a lot of effort. Of course, there are some reasons you suggested, but most of it was made by me."

"…"

"You're already smart," he said.

Mingshuang said in a flat tone, "Jiang Huai, if you don't want to boast, you don't have to."

Speaking of which, she has always been a person who doesn't care about other people's evaluations, but only in front of him.

"I've always felt that way." He put a kiss on her hair, "You're very good and dazzling."

She is very smart and can stick to her dreams. In the third year of high school, he kept his eyes on her.

Mingshuang lazily cradled into his arms, "Don't come to perfunctory me for what you said to other women."

"I didn't tell anyone," he explained softly. It's not perfunctory, it's his real thoughts.

In her life, she probably won't want to hear Jiang Huai's touching words. Mingshuang rolled his eyes in his heart. He is so smart, and he can say cheap love words with a flip of his mouth. Why wouldn't he buy some wholesale?

It was raining outside, and she was nestled in his arms, looking very peaceful and peaceful.

He rested his chin on the top of her hair, feeling an indescribable satisfaction in his heart, he suddenly said, "Shuangshuang, if I remember, will you leave me?"

Mingshuang was absent-minded and didn't answer directly, "Actually, shouldn't you be leaving now?"

Mingshuang is a person with a strong sense of territory. Since she was a child, she has been very concerned about her territory and possessions. She has never left a person at home all year round, especially a man. groundbreaking thing.

She also didn't understand why she would leave Jiang Huai behind.

Jiang Huai did not have a fever sooner or later. On this day, she suddenly became so ill, and she was soaked in the rain when she left. Mingshuang is not stupid. She hates men who play tricks on her.

But Jiang Huai is like this—the difference between Jiang Huai and other men is that he is seriously torturing himself, but he doesn't necessarily ask for her response. Jiang Huai has never learned to stalk him.

"Did you do it on purpose tonight?" Mingshuang leaned close to his ear and bit the tip of his ear. His ear tip was very sensitive, and looked at her with moist eyes, Mingshuang said, "Jiang Huai, I hate playing with me the most. A scheming man."

He didn't answer, he lowered his eyes and kissed the tip of her ear. Mingshuang couldn't help kissing him again. She said she hated him, but her behavior was completely the opposite. With a tender and sweet kiss, his body was hot and tight, tight. Holding her tightly, I couldn't help wanting more, wanting her to love him.

Mingshuang said, "What's the matter with your medicines?"

She was referring to those psychoactive pills, and Mingshuang didn't know exactly what it did.

"Medications for sleep problems and headaches."

His neuropathic headache started a few years ago, and the doctor said it was caused by overthinking and depression. However, this is beyond his control. His work pressure and intensity are extremely high, and it is impossible to reduce the use of brain.

The two months he lived with Mingshuang was his first vacation since he started working.

As for insomnia, since Mingshuang broke up with him, until now, he is still dreaming back and forth, waking up occasionally, and can't fall back to sleep until the sky is bright, so he simply goes to study or work again.

"Sick beauty." Mingshuang said, "You come to me to toss, why don't you go back and take care of yourself."

"Don't really be a short-lived ghost," she said, in a voiceless tone.

When they traveled at the age of eighteen, Jiang Huai remembered the prophecy of the goddess, but Mingshuang did not know.

"Would you be sad if I died?" He looked at her quietly.

Mingshuang glanced at him and said stubbornly, "I won't shed a single tear. You're dead, I'll find the next one soon..."

Jiang Huai held her face, kissed her violently, and slammed the rest of her words into the tip of her tongue.

The two were in the same bed with the winter rain outside, and they could smell each other like the closest lovers.

Mingshuang's company affairs have been quiet these days.

Jiang Huai was young. After that night, the fever subsided quickly. Although his body had not fully recovered, he had already started working again. Because of the previous vacation, he had hoarded a lot of things that he needed to deal with.

Jiang Huai was very attentive and serious at work. Mingshuang left a message with him, saying that she would not come back for dinner, and did not say where she was going. One of the benefits of Jiang Huai's amnesia is that she began to learn not to get to the bottom of things so much, and finally gave her some breathing space.

Mingshuang doesn't know why, but I'm very satisfied.

Chen Xuan got married and sent her an invitation.

Chen Xuan was considered their old classmate in Tanfu. At the wedding banquet, many faces Mingshuang came to have an impression, all of them were classmates in Tanfu before.

"It's just that the squad leader didn't come." Ruan Yangfan is a little fatter now, but his career is going well, so he looks full of energy. Chen Xuan is very popular. In the small circle who played well in the class, almost everyone came, even Mingshuang also admired her face, except for Jiang Huai.

"He's so busy right now." Chen Xuan was wearing a wedding dress today, with a radiant face, "It's normal to have no time."

In the past few years, Jiang Huai has never attended any alumni reunions before. Everyone knows Jiang Huai's current identity and understands him if he doesn't come. To be honest, Jiang Huai has today's achievements, and their classmates are the least surprised. of. In the past, they all felt that he was a very capable person, not something in the pool.

Mingshuang seemed to turn a deaf ear to these discussions. Chen Xuan suddenly remembered what happened between Jiang Huai and Mingshuang in high school. She knew she had slipped her words, and hurriedly looked at Mingshuang. Seeing that she didn't seem to care at all, she was relieved.

At the wedding, Mingshuang met an unexpected person, Gu Zhizhi. Gu Zhizhi stayed in Jingzhou after graduating from university. He has been working hard in the past few years. Now he is a small leader of a foreign company. His temperament has changed a lot, and his childishness has completely faded, and he looks calm and independent.

Gu Zhizhi is still single, has no partner, and has no desire to marry. Now she has finally gotten rid of a bunch of bad debts at home through her own efforts, and she has no intention of thinking about such a thing at all, because she is busy with work and has a small circle, and there is no suitable partner around her.

Gu Zhizhi said, "When are you going to get married, I can be your bridesmaid."

She has always felt that Jiang Huai was good, and she also felt that Mingshuang was not ordinary to him. She and Mingshuang grew up together, and although they used to have a bad relationship, they knew her character extremely well.

Mingshuang smiled lightly, playing with the handle of the cup in her hand with her delicate fingers, and said lazily, "Okay, I'll reserve a place for you then."

Gu Zhizhi actually asked seriously, "When is it? I will arrange the working time in advance. What did Jiang Huai say, have you discussed the time with him?"

"What Jiang Huai?" Mingshuang said, "We broke up long ago, so why must the groom be him."

Gu Zhizhi smiled, "If you want to get married, who else can you marry?"

Gu Zhizhi and her grew up together. Knowing about Ming Licheng and Yu Yin, Ming Shuang will either never get married for the rest of her life. If she does, it can only be with one person.

Although they had a bad relationship when they were young, she knew Mingshuang, and she broke too many countless cases for Jiang Huai. She didn't dare to say that Shuang must love him, but it was obvious that Jiang Huai was special.

Mingshuang didn't continue the topic, she suddenly stood up and asked Gu Zhizhi, "I remember you said that you used to be in an elementary school with Jiang Huai."

"right."

"Do you know Jiang Huai's mother?" Mingshuang's amber cat eyes stared straight at her, and said slowly, "Is he the illegitimate child of the Jiang family, and have his parents ever married?"

…

An Yi's tour abroad did not end successfully. People from Dingsheng Entertainment found him and told him to come back. The tour for the next year was cancelled and the tickets were refunded.

An Yi stared at the man sitting in the opposite seat, his shoulders shaking.

An Yi's resources were piled up with money. Ning Zao's daughter, Ning Zhixuan, Ning Zao is a famous singer-songwriter and a shareholder of Dingsheng Interactive Entertainment. Now, he is taking Ning Zhixuan with Dingsheng Interactive. He sat down with Jiang Huai's boss, and he didn't know how long Lin Quan's hand stretched out.

It has been several days since An Yi returned to China. I don't know why Jiang Huai chose this afternoon to find him.

The top-quality Longjing is brewed on the coffee table, and the tea is fragrant.

Jiang Huai looked down at him, her voice cold and thin, "You can continue to sing your song."

An Yi was stunned.

"However, don't appear in front of her again."

"You continue your tour." He said slowly, "In the future, you can develop abroad with peace of mind, and never come back."

He needs Mingshuang to see only him, and An Yi is extremely annoying.

When he was a teenager, Jiang Huai fell in love with her, and what followed was a strong desire for monopoly. He hopes Mingshuang loves him too, and only loves him. At that time, he chose to be patient most of the time. And now, he's starting to turn his ideas into reality.

The man's temperament is noble and noble, and he speaks slowly and slowly.

Ning Zhixuan's face turned blue and white for a while, but she never arrived. One day the handsome guy she wanted to tease would be that Jiang Huai.

He was completely different from the one who was in front of the woman that day. Back then, he was like a delicious and pure college student. Now, he is cold, gloomy, and aloof.

Jiang Huai didn't even look at her, as if she didn't remember her at all.

The person behind An Yi is not Mingshuang. Knowing this fact is enough to make him feel happy, so he doesn't care about more for the time being.

There were many people in the conference room, all of whom were senior executives of Lin Quan and Dingsheng Interactive Entertainment. They were having a meeting to discuss the company's next steps.

Jiang Huai looked at his watch and left the table early.

"Mr. Jiang is this?"

"Go home," he said.

He wants to go home and wait for Mingshuang. Recently, when he thinks of this, he will feel happier even at work.

In the future, he also wants a nest with Mingshuang that belongs to the two of them.

Coming home after work exhausted, he can see her smiling face, kisses and touches, he wants this kind of life.

In the Yunbei community, Mingshuang was alone and told the driver to stay outside and wait for her.

After six years, the residential building seems to be even more dilapidated after soaking in rainwater.

She hadn't been to the house where Jiang Huai used to live, but she still remembered the address. Jiang Huai had given her a key before, but Mingshuang had never used it. It had been seven years, and she found that the key was still there. kept in her drawer.

Jiang Huai didn't even change the lock. Mingshuang tried to turn the key, and the door slowly opened.

There is some dust in the house, and it seems that no one has lived in it for a long time.

When Mingshuang turned on the light, he found that the power had already been cut off. Obviously, Jiang Huai had not come back for so many years.

She turned on the flashlight and walked slowly to Jiang Huai's bedroom.

There is nothing left, it is clean, Jiang Huai seems to have cleaned up the traces of his life, leaving only the traces of Yu Yan, the owner of this house before.

There was a box in the corner of the room. Mingshuang opened it and saw that it was an old thing that Yu Yan had used before.

She didn't feel very scared. She looked down and saw many professional medical books. One of them seemed to have a different cover.

Mingshuang reached out and pulled it out.

After opening it, the title page was written with clear handwriting. She thought of Jiang Huai's handwriting almost instantly. She thought it was Jiang Huai's diary, but she quickly found out that it was wrong.

The style of the notebook is very old, showing an old feeling of the last century, and the pages are yellow. At that time, Jiang Huai was not born, and even if he was born, he should not be able to hold a pen at all.

She turned to the second page, where a name was written on the second page.

Yu Yan from the first class of clinical medicine at Dancheng University.

Mingshuang remembered that this was Jiang Huai's mother's name.

It seems to have been recorded since the beginning of the freshman year, and many of them are related to study and life. Mingshuang swept over it with a glance. Jiang Huai's mother is obviously very similar to him in some parts. She is a top student with fast thinking and smooth logic.

In the early days, her diary revolved around schoolwork and reading, and occasionally mentioned some trivial things in life, but Mingshuang felt alienated between the lines. In her diary, there was no second name in her diary from beginning to end.

But soon, one word appeared frequently in the diary.

'he'

Until the end, Yu Yan did not specifically write out the name of 'his'.

This thick diary has been used for a long time, and Mingshuang didn't have time to read it one by one, and directly turned to the bottom.

"...On July 8, 2018, brought him home.

"I muddled his face, made him dirty, and he complained that I was always lying to him and didn't love him enough."

"He was raised at home very innocent and clean, like a cloud and snow piled up, an immortal who has never been in the world, never suffered hardships, and never suffered setbacks."

"He looked so serious when he blushed. He was in love for the first time, he said he loved me, and he wanted to marry me in the future.

"I don't believe him."

"People can change. If one day, he changes and has two hearts for me, then I will never love him again, and I will make him suffer for the rest of his life."

This is the last page of the diary. According to the owner's habit of recording, Mingshuang thought that there should be a second diary. She flipped through the study and found no trace of the second diary, but found an old one. photo.

She recognized at a glance that it was Jiang Huai in her childhood. The boy was only about four or five years old. He had a profile face. It was windy outside in the corridor. He was wearing clothes that didn't fit well. swell.

He hugged his knees and squatted in the corridor alone, looking at the dusk outside, looking extremely quiet and well-behaved.

The narrow sky was cut to square inches by wires and clotheslines, and snowflakes fell on the edge of the eaves.

She turned it over and saw a line written on the back of the photo, "The child was disobedient, was slapped, and was kicked out."

"He and this child ruined my life."

…

After coming out of the Jiang family's old house, Mingshuang exhaled a breath. It was getting dark early in winter, and there was almost no sunlight.

The phone rang in her pocket and put it with the photo.

It was Jiang Huai's call, "Do you want me to pick you up and go home?"

He likes to use the word, and seems to be really serious about making it their den.

"I'm at home," he said, "waiting for you."

Jiang Huai loves her very seriously. She is also trying to learn how to do a good job, hoping that she can love him a little more.

Whether it is eighteen-year-old Jiang Huai, or twenty-five-year-old Jiang Huai.

"Shuangshuang?" He couldn't hear her voice for a long time, he was silent for a moment, and called out tentatively.

His voice was nice and cold, only when he called her Shuangshuang, he would have a unique gentleness in his mouth.

She wondered why there was such a person.

Why does Jiang Huai want to love her again? If he chooses to change his love, he will be much happier, and he has already got what he wants.

"You stay at home and wear more clothes." She stared out the window, looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside, "It has cooled down recently, and you are not completely cured, so don't come out and run around."

Jiang Huai said, "Okay." There was some obvious joy in his tone.

He liked the feeling that she cared about him very much, which made him feel that she had him in her heart.

"I'll be right back." The scenery outside the car window flashed by, and she clutched the photo with her fingers, which lingered and imprinted in her mind.

He was five, he was eighteen, and he was twenty-five. She frowned, raised her slender fingers, scribbled a few strokes on the car window, and then put it down and wiped it all.

She likes to bully and toss Jiang Huai, and likes to see him show all kinds of appearances. Sometimes, he even thought it would be better if he were more pitiful, and he would never be able to escape from her.

However, seeing Jiang Huai's demeanor and appearance in that photo, she found that she didn't like to see him like that at all.

Why would a mother treat her child like this? She remembered her mother who died young and pursed her lips tightly.

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