苏韵没接，也不说话。                                                                                “到底怎么回事？你怎么调到急诊了？”                                                                                苏韵也不看他，敷衍道：“没什么。”                                                                                “去外面说。”蒋慕承放下水杯，欲要拉她，苏韵却避开。                                                                                一室沉默。                                                                                苏韵又想到苏柠柠的事，说不定开口求他，或许能有一线生机，她站起来，“我正好有事求你。”                                                                                蒋慕承拧眉：“你说什么？”                                                                                求他？                                                                                苏韵朝着门外走去，蒋慕承紧跟其后。                                                                                还是湖边的小路上，凌晨两点多，这里格外安静。