给她：“这把伞的质量好一些。”                                                                                也不管苏韵要不要，蒋慕承把伞塞到她手里，利落的转身离开。                                                                                苏韵看着那把黑色的伞，一直花痴的笑。                                                                                一个多小时后林樾才到。                                                                                他看苏韵对着一把伞发怔，调侃她：“心上人送的？”                                                                                苏韵的脸发烫，但拒不承认：“大马路上捡的。”                                                                                林樾半眯着眼看她，“苏韵，你再去捡一把给我看看？上万块的定制伞，又是下雨天，傻子会扔到马路上？”                                                                                苏韵猛的抬头：“这么贵？”                                                                                “嗯哼。”林樾忽的来了兴致，眉毛一挑：“老实交代，谁送的。”                                                                                苏韵做贼心虚，不敢说是四哥，只好瞎编说：“我的伞坏了，路上遇到个人，是以前病人的家属，他就把伞借我了。既然这么贵，改天我得给人家还回去。”