呛的他想流眼泪。                                                                                他知道，早就知道，自他结婚那刻起，她有天也会遇到别的人，那个人会慢慢代替他的位置，而她也会渐渐忘记他，忘记他们曾经那么相爱。                                                                                一根烟燃尽，他又点了一根。                                                                                而苏韵还是维持着之前的那个姿势，双手抱臂，侧脸看向别处，自始至终都没看他一眼。                                                                                傅明琰还是没忍住犯贱，问道：“他对你好吗？”                                                                                “好。”苏韵已经泪流满面。                                                                                其实她很想告诉他，明琰，你不用再担心我，我遇到了一个跟你一样好的男人，以后我不会再受欺负。                                                                                可这么残忍的话，她始终说不出口。                                                                                地上又多了三个烟头。                                                                                傅明琰感到嗓子发干，他收起烟盒和打火机，看了眼手表，“走吧，回去休息下该交班了。”