MTL - Deliberately Contaminated-Chapter 35

In the early morning of late spring, at the convenience store in front of Tanfu, a boy in school uniform took a bottle of milk from the shelf and went to the cashier. The convenience store staff helped him warm it up.

"Thank you." The young man was extremely beautiful with his eyes down, and thanked him politely. The part-time lady couldn't help but glance at it more.

There are people coming and going at the entrance of Tanfu. Jiang Huai is very famous. He stood at the school entrance with a schoolbag on one shoulder, quietly, not knowing who he was waiting for, and didn't seem to care about the eyes of the people around him.

At seven forty-five, Mingshuang got into the car at home with sleepy eyes, and stepped on the bell to enter the classroom.

Almost late again.

Sitting down on the seat, Mingshuang touched the drawer, there was a bottle of warm milk in it, and there was a straw beside it, she rubbed the straw with her fingertips, took a sip, and saw the white mist of early spring outside sticking to the window page Up, hazy, still not very conscious.

She sucked the milk and carried the composition material vaguely on her back.

After the early self-study get out of class, a few girls were chatting by their seats. The college entrance examination was just around the corner, and it was only two months before they were relieved. They chatted and chatted, and the topic flew away. From the last mock test, they talked to the university and then came back.

Jiang Huai was the number one last time.

"Teacher's baby, his baby is going to die. It is estimated that he will be the champion of the province."

Zhou Su suddenly said mysteriously, "I heard a gossip, Li Naiyue wants to chase Jiang Huai and wait for the college entrance examination."

Li Naiyue was the second in the last exam, which was far behind Jiang Huai's score. After hearing this, Chen Xuan couldn't help but turn her head to look at Mingshuang. She still looked down at the book, as if she didn't hear it at all.

"It is estimated that there will be a university by then."

Mingshuang took a pen and took notes on the page, and suddenly said, "He doesn't like this."

"Ah?" Zhou Su didn't react.

Does anyone know what Jiang Huai likes?

Chen Xuan vaguely knew some of the relationship between Jiang Huai and Mingshuang, and hurriedly took the topic away. Mingshuang stopped talking and still took notes.

During the morning exercise, Mingshuang dozed off in the queue. She was not wearing a school uniform, and she was a little awkward. She had two slender legs under her skirt, which were very flamboyant and beautiful, and was separated from Jiang Huai.

Suddenly hearing his voice from the microphone, Mingshuang was startled and woke up.

As if it was a commendation, after the principal made a speech, he gave up the place to Jiang Huai.

The young man with short black hair and neat school uniform always looks innocent and indifferent in front of people. He speaks few words, even in speeches, he is polite to the point of estrangement.

Peel off the shell, who knows what it looks like.

Mingshuang was under the stage, looking up lazily at the boy on stage.

After the morning exercise, Mingshuang and Chen Xuan walked side by side, Jiang Huai walked to the classroom with a few boys, and he suddenly stopped in the crowd.

The girl passed him by, her expression unchanged, as if she didn't know anyone.

His little finger was already hooked by her.

"Be careful." The girl's mouth gestured with these four words.

Mingshuang went home after class.

The Ming family's mansion is very big. She got out of the car and saw a Mercedes Benz parked in the garage with a familiar license plate. She thought for a moment and remembered that it was the Jiang family's car.

In the late spring, it was raining in Tancheng, and she was upset, so she went for a walk in the courtyard, and almost bumped into someone on the corner.

She smelled a faint smell of tobacco.

The man leaned against the wall, with a cigarette between his slender fingers, and the clouds enveloped his handsome and thin face before he looked up at her.

His wheelchair was parked aside, beside the red wall, and it could be seen that the man was tall, but his shoulders were not straight, and he looked more decadent and depraved.

His slightly long black hair covered his eyebrows, and when he looked down at her, he seemed familiar, with a coquettish taste. The appearance of a man in the Jiang family, pure and coquettish, seemed to be separated by a wall.

"Get to know me, my name is Jiang Rucong." The man's voice was a little hoarse, and he introduced himself, but didn't ask her name.

Mingshuang took a step back and distanced himself from him.

Jiang Rucong.

The eldest son of the Jiang family was supposed to be the eldest son of the Jiang family, but his father died early, his leg was broken, and he had an odd personality.

She was a little suspicious, because this face looked at him a few more times, and she didn't know why Jiang Rucong appeared in her yard.

The man smiled hoarsely, "Do you feel like a person?"

"Isn't Jiang Chengting your uncle?" The girl has a hot temper, and she doesn't like the feeling of being led by the nose.

The man seemed to let out a laugh from the bottom of his throat, and his eyes fell on the proud and beautiful face of the girl.

Of course he wasn't talking about this. I just don't know if the girl in front of me is pretending to be stupid, or if I really don't understand.

"What are you doing at my house?"

"Talk about business." The man said briefly, pointed to her villa, and smiled again, slightly subtle, "Give me the money."

The Jiang family's venture capital firm, Linquan Capital, is well known throughout Tancheng.

"How about selling you to our family." He looked down at her and smiled inexplicably.

"Are you mentally ill?"

Mingshuang felt that the men in this family that she had met were not very normal. Except for Jiang Qianzhang, who was a fool, the others showed a gloomy madness.

After being scolded, Jiang Rucong was not angry, he lowered his eyes and took a breath of cigarette, the smoke drifted away, "I like you, too."

Mingshuang was too lazy to tell him, "Go away." Don't let her enter that crazy house for the rest of her life.

"Do you know that there is another child in the Jiang family?" Jiang Rucong said.

Mingshuang heard about Jiang Chengting's past, and she stopped.

It is said that when he was young, he fell in love with a woman of humble background and no background. Later, for some unknown reason, before the engagement, the two broke up, and his engagement partner became Bai Qing. Soon after the marriage, Jiang Qian Zhang was born.

However, she hadn't heard of any other children he had. The Jiang family originally had few children, so how could he let his own children live outside.

The girl raised her eyes to look at him, very cold, "What's the dirty business of your family, it's none of my business."

Dirty.

Jiang Rucong just laughed, the more he laughed, the deeper his laughter even made his shoulders tremble.

Crazy, it's a pity to waste a good skin.

Mingshuang glanced at him, didn't bother to stay any longer, and turned directly into the house.

The boy was still so quiet. Seeing his slender and straight legs, Jiang Rucon hid the look in his eyes.

"She said that our house is dirty." The man across from him was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket covering his knees. "I will never enter my house for the rest of my life."

Originally filthy, with him.

"Why are you looking for her?" He looked at the man opposite him with cold eyes.

"Let's talk, have a look, there is no other meaning." The man flicked the cigarette case at him, and noticed the scar on the wrist under the boy's school uniform, "Do you want it?"

Jiang Huai didn't answer. She didn't like the other smell on him.

"The old man has not lived long." Jiang Rucong said, "I am a waste, and that **** is a fool."

hybrid.

During his childhood, the word fell on him countless times, but the young man's expression was indifferent, without any fluctuations, Jiang Rucong paused, slightly surprised.

"It has spread." Jiang Rucong pushed a document over, "I don't need to say more."

A CT photo of the lungs, the doctor's diagnosis certificate.

Jiang Chengting has been getting thinner and thinner recently, and his face is morbidly pale.

"Men in our family don't live long." Jiang Rucong just smiled.

Jiang Huai looked at the information, looked down at him, and only asked, "Why?"

Jiang Rucong pointed to his own legs, then pointed to the legs of the young man opposite, and smiled softly, "Do you know what it's like to be a waste person in a wheelchair if you can't stand up for a lifetime?"

"Why do we have to be sacrificed again," he said.

It is better to take all these into his own hands and completely destroy this dilapidated home. He may not be able to do it, but Jiang Huai can do it.

He had already read the records of Jiang Huai's childhood, and the pain concocted by others was the same as his.

Jiang Huai's expression did not change much. His emotions were extremely restrained, which formed a sharp contrast with Jiang Ruzong's drastic changes.

But Jiang Rucong knew that he was also a man of the Jiang family, and his genes were determined, not to mention having such an experience, he could only be crazier than him when he remembered the deep scars on his wrists.

"The old man went to Ming's house again today." He said, staring at the young man's changing gaze, "Maybe he knows he has a few years to live."

The last fight before dying.

The Jiang family has the best medicines and sufficient funds, and they can rely on medicines to hang on to their lives, but how long can they be hanged, no more than three years at most, Jiang Rucong is still young enough to wait until the day they fall apart.

"Do you want to see that girl marry Jiang Qianzhang in the future, or." He laughed at himself and pointed at himself, "Marry me?"

"Meeting today, she seems to have some interest in my face. I am a cripple, so I can handle it, maybe it just suits her appetite."

Before Jiang Rucong finished speaking, he was stopped by the cold gaze of the young man opposite.

Jiang Huai has a beautiful face. When he is not talking, he looks quiet and handsome, and he is the kind of good student who follows the rules.

"You're not afraid that at that time, it will be even worse than it is now." But the young man smiled softly and looked at him with a calm expression, "Am I a very honest person?"

The first time Jiang Rucong saw him like this, he was not surprised at all, but instead laughed, "I'm not afraid."

Before Mingshuang went to bed, she habitually looked at her phone.

Jiang Huai didn't even send a text message today. Recently, before going to bed every day, she can receive news from Jiang Huai, with just two words "good night"

She was a little irritable, and she swiped the screen with her fingers, but she still didn't receive it.

Smelly Jianghuai.

She suddenly remembered the man she met by the red wall today. His eyebrows and eyes were indeed similar to Jiang Huai's, but he was crazy, and his character was far from his.

She pressed on the screen casually, and accidentally dialed a video invitation.

To her surprise, Jiang Huai picked it up half a minute later.

Mingshuang stared at him.

In late spring, the temperature had already risen, and the boy was still sitting beside the bed. It was the first time Mingshuang saw Jiang Huai's disheveled appearance, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"What are you doing?" She would say when she was unhappy, staring at him with big eyes, looking up and down, obviously nothing was revealed, why somehow felt that he was very affectionate.

And today's text message.

"Good night." After a while of silence, the boy said.

His voice was a little sandy, very seductive, and his dark eyes looked at her and moved away.

The author says:

Vinegar.