“嗯，几年前就知道。”                                                                                苏韵叹口气，也没再多问。                                                                                蒋慕承让她别再多想，拿出一本法语书读给她听。                                                                                苏韵什么都听不懂，但他磁性醇厚的声音让她莫名的安心，她自己都不知道什么时候在他怀里睡着的。                                                                                蒋慕承感觉到她已经熟睡，才收起书本，把她放在枕头上躺好，给她盖好被子，又去了书房。                                                                                他不知道陶尹凡今晚是怎么应对饭局的，放心不下，又打了电话过去。                                                                                电话没人接听，又拨过去一遍，还是没人接。                                                                                蒋慕承盯着手机屏幕发怔，看了眼时间，这个点他们应该早就吃过饭。等的有些焦躁不安，他起身到窗边，打开窗户开始抽烟。                                                                                两根烟抽完，陶尹凡的电话才回过来。