“…好。”                                                                                “不问问拎什么包吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承直觉很不好，因为苏韵现在的笑很刺眼。                                                                                结果就听她说：“是沈凌送我的那个包。”挑眉又问：“愿意吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承眼角抽动了下，没立即回应。                                                                                苏韵推开他：“行，你不需要再回答，我知道你什么意思了。”                                                                                掉头就走。                                                                                蒋慕承被气的五脏六腑都疼，还是没骨气的上前拉住她，咬牙道：“你说什么就是什么吧。”                                                                                苏韵没忍住，噗嗤一声笑了出来。                                                                                然后被蒋慕承抱在怀里狠狠收拾了一顿，又是挠痒又是揍屁.股，苏韵被他折腾的又哭又笑的。