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         蒋慕承接过她手里的锅,“我来洗。”                                                                                “不用,我穿了围裙,会弄脏你衬衫。”苏韵把锅放进水池,拧开水龙头。                                                                                蒋慕承也没再坚持,因为他也不会洗锅以前偶尔心血来潮给陶然做个煎蛋吃,还被陶然嫌弃的说难以下咽,这几年在国外,他就更没有下过厨房。                                                                                他倚在琉璃台旁,看着她像个居家小妻子那样忙碌,心里有丝柔软划过,他突然来了兴致:“以后教我做饭吧。”                                                                                苏韵浅浅一笑,以为他只是一时心血来潮,便说:“你不是很忙,哪有时间做饭?”                                                                                蒋慕承回答的很一本正经:“还好,我现在几乎不过问集团的具体事宜,顶多去开会,应酬也少,做饭时间肯定会有。”                                                                                “以前很忙?”                                                                                蒋慕承今天心情不错,难得开玩笑:“恩。连找女人的时间都没有,你说忙不忙?”                                                                                苏韵洗完锅,放好,又清洗双手,酸酸的揶揄他:“你没时间找女人,女人可以去找你啊。”            
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