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                           说着,语气有些戏谑,“您就换上打扫卫生的工作服,带上帽子口罩,全副武装好,偷偷溜进去看两眼,也不会被发现。”                                                                                蒋慕平气的嘴唇都发抖,今天他在苏韵面前可是颜面尽扫,活了这么大,也没受过这样的窝囊气,可偏偏他无从辩驳。                                                                                说完,蒋慕承向后退了几步,转身走向休息区,拉着苏韵就往病房门口走,苏韵还匆忙转头,“蒋书.记,您先休息,我们”                                                                                蒋慕承不耐烦的将她扯到怀里,“你有没有点眼色?他都让你老公滚了,你还跟他客气!”                                                                                苏韵:“”                                                                                刚走到门口,房门还没关上,就听到里面‘砰’的一声,苏韵吓得一个哆嗦,刚才那个上好的紫砂杯,大概已经粉身碎骨。                                                                                苏韵担心道:“你进去看看吧,他本来就是病人,不能这么气他的。”                                                                                “没事,我刚才把杯子放在他跟前,就是方便他拿着摔。老头子的恶习,他真一点都没少遗传,装病,摔杯子,他可是深得要领。”                                                                
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