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                   苏韵终于后知后觉发现一个事实,这房子的主人姓蒋。                                                                                蒋慕承从衣帽间出来时,苏韵还傻站在门口,他走过去,捏捏她的脸颊,“魂丢了?”                                                                                苏韵揉搓被他捏过的地方,自恋问道:“你对我蓄谋已久了吧?”                                                                                蒋慕承倚在玄关处,好整以暇的看她,整个人也不再冷冰冰的,温和了许多,他笑里夹着一丝揶揄,“没有你早。”                                                                                还在提醒她微博留言一事呢。                                                                                苏韵恨恨的瞪他一眼,走向厨房。                                                                                蒋慕承则转身去了楼上。                                                                                苏韵不自觉又回头盯着他的背影望了几下,光是背影,都让人情不自禁。谁能想到,这个男人有天会是她的。                                                                                正当她看的入神时,忽的蒋慕承回头。                                                                                苏韵一怔,都没来得及收回贪婪的
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