随即她又在心底狠狠鄙视了自己一番，什么时候她的梦想变成他不再跟前女友见面？                                                                                她这是有多不自信，有多悲哀。                                                                                秋风吹过，苏韵不由瑟缩了一下，蒋慕承双手抄起风衣衣襟将她包裹在怀里，苏韵双手抵在他的胸口，还是有点不满的排斥他。                                                                                蒋慕承也不在意，用力箍着她，开始秋后算账，“苏韵，把你之前那句话收回去。”                                                                                苏韵微怔，瞬间想明白，可故作听不懂，“哪句？”                                                                                蒋慕承：“你知道哪句。”‘如果他离婚了，我肯定跟他呀。’                                                                                苏韵抬头看他，眼里闪着狡黠的光，又带着一丝报复：“我忘了，这样吧，你说一遍给我听听。”                                                                                蒋慕承抬手，食指顺着她的脸颊轻轻下滑，滑到下巴处，用力勾起她的下巴，低头咬住。苏韵疼的嘶了一声，倒吸一口冷气。                                                                                她欲要往后退，却被蒋慕承用一只胳膊又带进怀抱。