苏韵有点尴尬的笑笑，“什么时候回来的？”                                                                                “下午。”蒋慕承从头至尾打量了她一番，眼神里有着某种不正经，勾唇说道：“难怪身材保持的这么好。”                                                                                苏韵：“”他这是不打算解释两句，他怎么会出现在这家餐厅，还有对面那个女人又是怎么一回事？                                                                                她真没那么大方。                                                                                蒋慕承把她往跟前拽了一下，将她身体扳过去背对着他，把她扎头发的发圈解下来。                                                                                苏韵不明所以的转头：“你要干嘛？”                                                                                “头发都乱了，给你重新扎一下。”                                                                                她就简单扎了一个马尾出门，跑了这么久，应该是松散了，可问题是，他怎么会扎头发？                                                                                蒋慕承把她的头发用手拢了一下，还是扎成一个马尾，“好了。”