蒋慕承边给她按摩头，边暗中观察她脸上细微表情得变化。                                                                                今晚的她太过不正常。                                                                                苏韵忽然问道：“你现在在想谁？”                                                                                蒋慕承反问：“你觉得我还能去想谁？”                                                                                苏韵不吱声，这话并未说满，怎么理解都行。                                                                                蒋慕承握着她的手反剪在她身后，表情很严肃，“苏韵，我今晚必须得把这事给你说清楚，免得你会嗝应。”                                                                                苏韵呼吸紧张，她都不敢去猜，他接下来会说些什么。                                                                                蒋慕承看着她的眼睛，“夏乔说的没错，那个叫宝贝的是我最爱的女人。”                                                                                苏韵第一次体会到什么叫连呼吸都疼。                                                                                他又说：“从某种意义上说，这辈子不可能有哪个女人超过她在我心里的位置。”