蒋慕承下意识低头看苏韵，而苏韵漆黑的眼眸也正看着他。                                                                                他对着话筒说道，声音冷淡，“夏乔，我不是你男人也不是你老公，你这个电话打错了！”                                                                                “四哥，你跟…苏韵分手了是吗？我还想回到…你身边，我后悔了，跟你分手后我就后悔了…我不该贪得无厌去计较那么多…”                                                                                蒋慕承眉头皱得很深，她这是又哪根筋搭错了？                                                                                夏乔打了个酒嗝，声音迷离，“四哥，我以后再也不跟你闹了，你对那个宝贝再好，我都不会再多说半个字…行不行？”                                                                                蒋慕承举着手机，视线一刻都没离开过苏韵的脸庞。                                                                                手机的亮光，还有车窗外的灯光，打在她的侧脸，忽明忽暗，他看不清她眼底的情绪。                                                                                而她也始终嘴唇紧抿着，面无表情的与他对望。                                                                                夏乔还在断断续续的哭诉着。