冷嗤一声，说了句：“神经病！”                                                                                林樾也不在意，心情莫名的好，他又来回弄了三遍，终于抬眸看蒋慕承，挑眉问道：“知道是谁送的吗？”                                                                                “没兴趣！”                                                                                林樾心道，你没兴趣，我却偏要说。                                                                                他开始炫耀：“苏韵送的，我的生日礼物，她冒雨给我买的，还挑了好久呢，中午又等了我两个多小时送给我。”                                                                                蒋慕承看了眼那副墨黑冰冷又做工精致的袖扣，一言不发的两手撑着桌面站起来，离开书房。                                                                                林樾对着他的背影吹起了口哨，很欢快的曲子。                                                                                *                                                                                苏柠柠和苏韵也没去逛街，两人把车停在一个僻静的地方，买了两杯饮料，坐车里聊天。                                                                                苏柠柠用手肘捣捣苏韵：“诶，姐，跟我说说你俩是怎么认识的？我觉得这人还蛮靠谱的，对你也是