他都这么说了，再还给他，显得自己太矫情。                                                                                有那么一瞬，她突然有种是他妻子的错觉。                                                                                他上交工资卡，她发零花钱给他。                                                                                苏韵把钱包收起来放包里，车窗外的雨势不减。                                                                                她心里有点不忍，“我那边挺远，开车得一个多小时，明天会不会耽搁你事情？”                                                                                主要是住宿条件太简陋，怕他不习惯。                                                                                蒋慕承伸手把她揽进怀里，“明天周六，我没有安排。”                                                                                苏韵趴在她的胸口，听着他强有力的心跳，眯上眼，小憩了片刻。                                                                                蒋慕承的手机响起，手机铃声在狭仄安静的车厢里特别突兀。                                                                                苏韵睁开眼，问他，“谁啊？”