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                                                    可蒋慕承什么时候又是个听话的主了,他现在是怎么舒心怎么来。                                                                                蒋慕承面色紧绷,与蒋慕平目光相接,他一字一顿:“二哥,您的做派才是丢了蒋家的脸面。”                                                                                蒋慕平气的一巴掌拍在床头柜上,虚空点点蒋慕承:“蒋慕承,你现在是了不得了!你眼里还有我这个二哥吗!”                                                                                “我眼太小,盛不下您这尊大佛!”                                                                                苏韵的心都提到了嗓子眼,万一他们真要反目成仇,她的罪过可就大了,她使劲揪着蒋慕承的大腿,提醒他说话要有分寸。                                                                                他来之前是怎么说来着?说不会质问不会声讨,眼下马上都要打起来了,他想过她的处境没?                                                                                蒋慕承被她揪的疼的‘嘶’了一声,眉头紧皱,“苏韵,你脑子有坑吧?你现在不是该帮着我骂那个老家伙?你倒好,胳膊肘往外拐,还帮着我二哥来掐我,有你这样当媳妇的么!”                                                                                苏韵:“”                                                                       
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