MTL - Deliberately Contaminated-Chapter 66

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Mingshuang has often lied to him since his boyhood.

During those few years, Jiang Huai often dreamed that Mingshuang raised her face to talk to him, she was still eighteen years old - she stayed in his memory at the end, holding his hand, sweet and crunchy. , call him brother. Sometimes, he could hardly tell whether it was reality or fantasy.

And now.

She appeared in front of him alive, within reach, and told him that she could get back together.

Silence lingered in this narrow dark corridor, between men and women.

Until Mingshuang's phone suddenly rang, and in the dim corridor, the screen of her lit phone was very conspicuous.

Caller ID is a name.

An Yi.

Mingshuang glanced at Jiang Huai lightly. She had a very public character since she was a child, and she never deliberately avoided taboos or feared anything. She answered the phone.

The gentle voice of the man rang over the phone. An Yi's voice is very nice. When singing love songs, she was rated as a voice that can make people drown. Especially, she deliberately lowered it and spoke to her in a gentle and indulgent tone.

"Fifteen, I brought my mother home from the hospital, are you out now?" An Yi said gently and gently, "Mom has been thinking about you today, saying that it was too unfortunate that she was discharged from the hospital and that she didn't have time to catch up with you. ."

A few years ago, Mingshuang sponsored him once, and An Yi paid off the loan early—he was very jerky at the time, and he once wanted to bring home-made dishes made by his mother to Ming’s house. At that time, An Yi kept saying that his mother wanted to see him. On the one hand, she thanked her savior face to face.

Mingshuang agreed, and it took several years for this to happen. An Yi's mother had always been frail and sick, and she promised to visit when she had time to return to China.

In front of people other than Jiang Huai, she has always kept her promises.

Mingshuang said, "After waiting... I'll go over after I'm done with work, as soon as possible."

She turned around, lowered her eyes, her eyes were low, her tone was very soft, and she didn't have the coldness that she had just held a gun at him.

Mingshuang has returned to China and is running a company to make money for her little boyfriend. Jiang Rucong said that she was very kind to the little boyfriend, and she gave what she wanted, and even paid a lot of money to make him popular.

Mingshuang has never worried about money before. Now, she is starting her own business. Jiang Huai understands how hard and difficult it is to start a business.

The man called her Fifteen, a nickname that only her closest friends knew.

The company founded by Mingshuang is called Jiaoyue.

Jiang Huai remembered that night a few years ago, when they were both still in their third year of high school. One night, when she was tired of studying, Mingshuang pointed to the moon outside the window and told him that her dream was to go to the moon one day.

At that time, he was selfish. Every time the study gap was the happiest time of his day, they didn't have to talk about study. Mingshuang would share her life and her dreams with him. She was so fresh and beautiful, hot and fiery, His indifferent, cold and withered heart has been injected with fresh and hot blood again - and full of love and infatuation.

He really loved her at that time, and when he was young, he gave her all of his heart. He loved her so humble and uneasy, that he was afraid that he would be disgusted by her when his unbearable background was exposed, that he was not good enough, that she was tired of him. , I was afraid that she would abandon him and worry about gains and losses all day long, only to think that she was kind to him by stealing it.

Now, her dream is starting to come true, but it has become the crystallization of her love with that man.

"Mr. Jiang, how are you thinking?" Mingshuang hung up the phone and turned to him, her expression returning to cold.

Jiang Huai had recovered from his previous state. There were still blood stains on the corners of the man's thin red lips, and the wounds that she had bitten through were clearly visible—that face with a shallow morbid state was breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight.

Moonlight penetrated through the window, and his slender eyelashes seemed to be dipped in Yuehua. After a long time, the man raised his eyelashes and said lightly to her, "I never negotiate contracts in the corridor."

"Mr. Jiang is really a particular person." Mingshuang said, "Okay, where do you want to talk?

"Tomorrow night, at eight o'clock, I'll let you know after the location."

Mingshuang twitched her lips, "I thought it was twelve o'clock in the evening."

Her words became colder and colder, which was incomparable to the gentle voice she had when she answered the phone just now. Every sentence contained a strong smell of gunpowder.

She stopped looking at him, turned and left.

His wrist was grabbed, Mingshuang stopped abruptly, he let go, "Phone."

Mingshuang hugged her arms, "Mr. Jiang doesn't know my phone number?"

"I don't believe it." She raised the corners of her lips slightly, "With Mr. Jiang's method, I'm afraid I sneezed at home. You have a way to know. A phone call, a WeChat, will you?"

After breaking up and going abroad, Mingshuang deleted him and changed his phone number.

Jiang Huai was not picked on by her words, and repeated calmly, "I want your phone number."

Mingshuang stared at him, his eyes were dark and calm, and his beautiful eyes still seemed to have not changed at all compared to the youth before, and it seemed that everything had changed.

Mingshuang crackled a string of numbers, then walked away, leaving the corridor, leaving him alone in the dark.

In the evening, she received a WeChat friend request.

Mingshuang's hand fiddling with the phone paused.

The avatar is a bunny holding the moon.

The account's WeChat ID is S09090612, an inexplicable symbol plus a series of inexplicable numbers, the ghost knows whose birthday is 0612, she remembers that his birthday is not in June at all.

Mingshuang pursed her lips tightly, stared at the head portrait for a long time, her expression became more and more ugly, and she failed to pass.

Jiang Huai sent her the meeting place via text message.

After driving for more than an hour, it is an elegant tea house. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The environment is very good. There is a large clear lake next to it. The waiter took her upstairs, and Jiang Huai was waiting for her.

Jiang Huai was the only one in the room.

The morning light slanted in from the window, through the scattered bamboo leaves outside, and fell on his pale and beautiful face. The sound of running water, he is very suitable for such occasions, elegant and indifferent, like innocent bamboo and snow.

"Mr. Jiang is very pompous now." Mingshuang took off his coat, sat down opposite him, put his cheeks in his hands, and smiled at him neither yin nor yang. She smiled beautifully, and the familiar little pear vortex on her lips bloomed lightly.

The smile on Mingshuang's face disappeared. She patted the table, put her hands on the table, and looked at him arrogantly, "Mr. Jiang, is this how you negotiate contracts with people?"

Jiang Huai looked back, he was quiet, and poured her a cup of bamboo leaf green, the tea soup was clear and clear, the man's phalanx was slender and beautiful, and the cup of tea was extremely pleasing to the eye. Mingshuang didn't answer and looked at him coldly.

"Jiuheng's new technology can be signed to you," he said.

The ambiguity between them that seemed to have not had time to rise was mercilessly suppressed by her.

Mingshuang said, "How much?"

Jiang Huai lowered her long eyelashes, "According to the previous contract standards."

"One hundred million?" Mingshuang sneered.

"Mr. Jiang, you can rob it directly, and you have to sign a contract with me. I am really thankful for you. Based on my relationship between the two, give me this chance to be robbed by you."

Jiang Huai was very quiet, "Or there is another plan."

"Jiuheng can provide you with technology for free."

Mingshuang held her arms, "Huh?" Waiting for his next words.

"Sign a gambling agreement with me."

"Before December 31st this year." The man's slender phalanx pointed at the design drawings she put on the table. "Prototypes are released. Before March 1st next year, the sales will reach 10 million."

"Otherwise, my stake in your company will be upgraded to 51%."

Mingshuang sneered, "Mr. Jiang means that if you can't reach it, my company will become yours?"

"As expected of Lin Quan's CEO." She put her hands on the table and praised, "Mr. Jiang, as expected of a mathematician, he didn't get as many full marks as he did in high school. "

At this time, she had a real feeling that Jiang Huai, who she knew, was related to the cold and cruel president Lin Quan in rumors, and she never made a loss-making business.

"Mr. Jiang taught me personally before, but unfortunately, I didn't learn so shrewdly."

She had already stood up, grabbed her jacket, and slammed the door away, her eyes full of anger.

Lu Sijia was waiting at the door. Seeing her coming out so quickly, she quickly greeted her nervously, "Boss, how are you talking?"

Mingshuang's face sank, "I thought the earth wouldn't turn without him, right?"

She rarely made such a big fire, and she didn't know why, she got into the car and asked the driver to drive back to the company.

Lu Sijia cried and said, "Jiuheng's technology this time is really good. The biggest problem with our products now is the problem of finished images. How much is it? Is it expensive? Can I provide some?"

"Just your savings, what can you do?" Mingshuang said, "Go back and use it yourself."

One hundred million is really not outrageous for Jiuheng. They cooperate with all giant manufacturers. In all fairness, the technology is indeed worth the price.

But for Mingshuang, it is really difficult to get 100 million without Ming Licheng's help.

Going to Ming Licheng is actually okay, but she really doesn’t want to. She set up the company, and she personally participated in their design drawings and made them through countless nights, and it was her own sweat. and the crystallization of dreams.

In the past few days, they have contacted several small companies that make images, but the results are not satisfactory after using them.

"Boss, then sign it." Lu Sijia didn't understand business operations and whispered, "It's okay to meet his requirements, we don't have to."

Lu Sijia thought very simply. She felt that the conditions offered by Jiang Huai were not harsh. Originally, they wanted to make products and market them. In fact, the design draft was already complete. Prototype is very fast.

There is no need to worry about sales, she is very confident in their team's products, and Mingshuang has Mingjia's channels and a wide range of contacts. When it comes time to advertise casually, do you still have to worry about sales.

Lu Sijia felt that the beautiful man was not as cold-blooded and ruthless as rumored.

Ming cream is extremely uncomfortable.

Jiang Huai dared to plot against her? To apply the same thing he did to others on her? She is a person who is used to being favored. When he was with Jiang Huai before, he was obedient to her, begging and giving, but now? Just because his status has risen?

Sure enough, people are fickle, and men are even more so.

No one wants to get involved in her company. Jiang Huai's conditions may not seem difficult, but is it possible that scientific research and development can be so smooth when everything is going smoothly? Who can guarantee? A capitalist like him would do a loss-making business with you?

At four o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday, she called Jiang Huai, "Where?"

The call was quickly connected.

"At home." The voice over there was a little hoarse, obviously just waking up from a sleep state. Mingshuang is not very unfamiliar with voices like Jiang Huai.

He got out of bed, opened the curtains, and the bright sunlight poured in. The room was quiet, he sat alone by the bed, listening to her voice one by one.

"At home?" Mingshuang said, "Mr. Jiang wants to be dissatisfied, and is promiscuous at home during the day, right? Did my phone call disturb your Yaxing?"

"..." He lowered his eyes and didn't answer.

Mingshuang's tone was even colder, "Where is your home?"

Jiang Huai sent her the address.

It is a single-family mansion facing the water, with a quiet environment, but it is a bit too lonely.

Mingshuang got off the car, and Jiang Huai personally opened the door for her. He was wearing a cotton and linen light gray shirt and trousers. He had black hair and white skin. year.

The interior is very quiet, with books and documents in sight, and the furnishings are quite simple.

Jiang Huai made tea for her, and Mingshuang sat down at the coffee table with peace of mind.

Jiang Huai sat down opposite her.

With a "meow", a raccoon cat suddenly jumped out of the ground, jumped on the coffee table, and used its pink nose to poke the dried fish jar on the coffee table.

Mingshuang frowned and followed the raccoon cat. It's a little too familiar.

"This is my cat." Jiang Huai said. He skillfully removed the dried fish from the jar and fed the cat the next one.

The cat wanted more, scratched the jar with his paw, and he said softly, "No, today's portion is over." He put the jar back.

The raccoon cat lay lazily on his lap, the man's pale and slender fingers gently stroked the civet cat's back, and the rays of light fell on his beautiful profile face and long eyelashes, looking handsome and gentle, and the cat meowed comfortably. With a sigh, it is obvious that he is extremely dependent on him.

Mingshuang frowned and stared, and the more she looked, the more inexplicably annoyed she became, "It's a coincidence that my little Mi is not married yet, why don't I ask him to come to the top of Mr. Jiang's family?" She temporarily gave her raccoon a name, by the way. Throws away the fact that he was sterilized early.

"...No way." He lowered his eyes, "It's all male."

Mingshuang glanced at him and wanted to take the jar, "What brand of dried fish? It's so delicious."

Jiang Huai hadn't let go, but he didn't expect Mingshuang to reach out so quickly and his fingers touched. In an instant, he couldn't restrain himself and wanted to withdraw his fingers like a conditioned reflex.

Mingshuang also stopped, and the jar fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Jiang Huai, you are just disgusting." Mingshuang frowned.

She stood tall and looked at him contemptuously.

He didn't say anything, he didn't hide anything from her, he never even opened his heart to her, she couldn't control this man, and she couldn't love such an untouchable floating cloud.

The man's face was pale, and his appearance was still cold and elegant. Between his eyebrows, the morbid paleness and boredom became more and more unplayable.

"Yes, he's better than me, isn't he?" Jiang Huai's lips curled into a smile, he coughed and looked at her.

Mingshuang said, "It's much better than you."

"I used to have a really good eye."

"The young master of the Jiang family used to live in a dilapidated house and lied to me when he lied to me that both of his parents were dead, didn't he feel good? I felt like a fool."

"Isn't it pretending to be sick and weak to seduce me?" Her thorns stood up all over her body, "Then you did a good job."

"Is it just pretending to be pure?"

She became more and more annoyed, she even stood up straight, pressed towards him, and then bit down on his thin lips.

Mingshuang kissed him deeply, like a reward or a punishment. He froze all over, but then he subconsciously responded enthusiastically and asked for it more and more deeply. The man's pale and slender fingers couldn't help wrapping his arms around her slender waist, and took it into his arms like ruthless.

The kiss ends. Like the most intimate couple in the world, she raised her face to look at him, and said softly and cruelly, "Actually, you have kissed a lot of women, just like you, can you hold back not looking for women for six years?"

Mingshuang let out his anger.

She dug out the contract from her bag and slapped it in front of him. It was her signature and the company's seal. After six years of separation, her handwriting had also changed, and it was no longer the chubby font he was familiar with before.

Mingshuang left.

Six years later, she is still so beautiful, arrogant, searing and cruel.

And, don't love him.

He sorted out the contract and bound it. Jiang Huai was silent, quiet and focused when he did things, and his eyes stayed on her signature for a moment.

"Why are you bothering?" Jiang Rucong was on the second floor. He rocked his wheelchair and slowly went downstairs, looking at his tall and thin back.

"There are countless people rushing for Jiuheng's technology." Jiang Rucong said, "Even if the contract is not changed, Ming Licheng feels distressed for his only daughter, and it is impossible for him to be unable to come up with the money."

"What's the point of you doing this?" Jiang Rucong said, "Even if she doesn't do it, you will find a way to delay the deadline. If you do, she uses the technology you gave her, the product development is successful, and the dream comes true. Now, the company has made a profit, and you can give your little boyfriend something to eat and drink, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Huai was very calm, he stood up, "I have a contract to discuss tonight."

"Can you still go?" Jiang Rucong asked.

Jiang Huai didn't answer and went upstairs.

Jiang Rucong asked, "Did the doctor come today?"

"Come on." Jiang Huai came out of the bedroom, having changed his clothes, his shoulders were straight.

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Huai seldom saw the relaxed and lazy state of ordinary people. He was used to restraint and repression, even when he was alone.

"What did he say about your illness?"

Jiang Huai shook his head, "It's okay."

Jiang Rucong saw him go out and the car drove away. He stared at the disappearing shadow of the car and called Li Qingwen.

"It's getting more and more serious." He said, "Mr. Jiang had better do a CT scan of the brain as soon as possible to make sure there is no physical pathology."

"Don't be overworked in the future, don't suppress your emotions too much, and don't be overjoyed." Li Qingwen said, "It's best to go to the countryside or the beach to rest for a while in the company of family and friends."

family? friend?

Does he have it? Jiang Rucong felt that he had nothing, his parents were dead, relatives on Jiang's side were now respectful and polite to him, and his friends were all business, except that he could occasionally talk to him. family? The family he has longed for for a long time, a home with people who love him and wait for him, and certainly not.

In the car, Jiang Huai took out the contract, and gently stroked her signature with her slender fingers.

The light in his eyes revealed tenderness and sweetness for a moment, and then quickly disappeared.

He lowered his eyes and faintly imagined how she and An Yi looked when they got along.

Crazy jealous, this is the first time in Jiang Huai's life that he has felt this extreme and ugly emotion.

In the five years he was away, it was the man who stayed by her side. The two did more intimate things. Mingshuang smiled at him and did everything to him that he did with him before. The man even called her intimately. 's baby name.

He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes drooping.

Why? There was a tingling pain in the temple.

He was about to break them up, the man opened his eyes, a pair of calm, dark eyes.

Mingshuang doesn't like him, but likes An Yi.

It doesn't matter, he has many ways to achieve his goal and to get her back to him.

The author says:

There are a lot of plots in the back that I especially want to write.

Abandoning the gentle husband Xiaohuai in the past, Xiaohuai who exposed the nature of the sick and tender, the boss Xiaohuai, the Xiaohuai who was favored by the fifteenth... It's a pity that the hand speed can't keep up, I'm sorry everyone waited until now, I will send you 30 Red envelope apology.

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