苏韵下巴搁在他肩头,“诶,问你话呢！你真有洁癖？”                                                                                蒋慕承侧眸瞥她一眼，“看跟谁。”                                                                                苏韵眨了眨眼,“几个意思？”                                                                                蒋慕承：“看跟谁一起吃饭。”                                                                                苏韵笑,知道他其实根本没什么洁癖,就是以洁癖为借口去拒绝女人。她环抱住他的腰,凑上他的侧脸亲了一口。                                                                                蒋慕承怕锅里的蔬菜煮过头,一手把青菜夹出来，一手把她的头推过去,示意她,“坐好了！”                                                                                “就不！”苏韵越说越起劲,还起身抱住他的脖子对着他的嘴就来了一口。                                                                                他们坐在里边,又靠窗,这可方便了苏韵欺负人，不仅亲他，还时不时的在他衣服里恶作剧一番。                                                                                得逞后还咯咯咯的笑个不停。                                                                                蒋慕承无奈的看着她，错误的理解成，她