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                                            男人突然转头。                                                                                猝不及防的,苏韵狼狈的视线与他的目光相撞。                                                                                脚步就像被盯住一般,她怎么都动不了。双手控制不住的发颤,抖得餐盘一角汤碗里的菜汤都溢了出来。                                                                                热汤溅到她手面上,她都没感觉到烫。                                                                                十来米的距离,她感觉耗尽了此生全部的力气,走到餐桌前,她已经筋疲力尽,全身虚脱。                                                                                赵晶不明所以,笑说:“什么时候变的这么淑女,开始走小碎步?”说着替她接过餐盘。                                                                                给她介绍:“这是我小学同学,傅明琰。”                                                                                而后一脸骄傲的神情对男人说道:“这就是我跟你提过的,我们院花,也是我小老婆,苏韵,漂亮吧?”                                                                                傅明琰没有任何回应,视线一直落在苏韵身上,墨黑的双眸再容不下其他,像要把她看进心里。                                       
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