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                         电话很久才接通,“喂,四哥,出什么事了?”                                                                                蒋慕承点了根烟,“没事。”就是睡不着,想找个人聊天。                                                                                林樾睡的晕晕乎乎的,不经大脑的话脱口而出:“四哥,是不是憋时间久了,欲.火烧身?”                                                                                蒋慕承现在心情好,没跟他一般见识,还一本正经的说道:“我现在很凉快。”苏韵不是说了么,在她身体里可以降温。                                                                                林樾头脑渐渐清醒,现在是十月底,深夜里已经有些冷,蒋慕承竟然说很凉快?                                                                                “四哥,你确定是你本人在跟我打电话?”他头皮发麻,总觉得半夜遇鬼了。                                                                                蒋慕承声音即刻变的很严肃低沉:“林樾。”                                                                                “恩?”林樾的声音不自觉发抖。                                                                                蒋慕承压低声音:“猜猜我是谁?”                                                                          
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