苏韵用指尖擦去眼角的泪珠：“没什么，怕你忙，耽搁了你时间。”                                                                                “你哭了。”肯定的语气。                                                                                苏韵否认：“没啊，可能刚起来，声音有点发翁。”                                                                                蒋慕承反问：“没哭，你抹什么眼泪？”                                                                                苏韵一愣，他还有千里眼不行？她下意识抬头，发现宿舍公寓楼前有道熟悉的身影。                                                                                蒋慕承闲适而慵懒的依靠在汽车门上，穿着白衬衫深蓝色西装，最简单的搭配，却被他穿出了独一无二的气质。                                                                                他单手抄兜，另只手还持着电话放在耳边，神情专注的看着她的方向。                                                                                苏韵像刚恋爱的小女生般，跑过去扑进他怀里。                                                                                蒋慕承稳稳的接住她，替她擦擦眼泪：“谁又欺负你了？吃个饭都能哭的稀里哗啦。”                                                                                苏韵不讲理：“是你欺负的。”