蒋慕承看着手机屏幕：“夏乔。”                                                                                怎么又是她！                                                                                苏韵最烦的人便是她。                                                                                “她怎么老是晚上找你？有什么事白天不能谈吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承摸摸她的头，“又炸毛了？”                                                                                “反正我不想你跟她见面。”                                                                                蒋慕承低头亲她一下，接通电话，为怕苏韵多想，顺手开启免提：“什么事？”                                                                                那头的声音很嘈杂，夏乔的声音夹杂着醉意，口齿略有不清。                                                                                “四哥，我在酒吧，我现在胃好疼，四哥，我想你了…你过来送我去医院好不好？”                                                                                尾音还有丝哭腔。