蒋慕承仿偌没听见，还是一瞬不瞬的盯着电视。                                                                                苏韵坐到他边上，下巴搁在他肩头，“诶，怎么啦？说句话呗。”                                                                                蒋慕承这才转头，若有所思的看着她说：“要不我们住酒店吧？”                                                                                苏韵能想到的就是：“是不是不习惯老房子？”                                                                                “不是。”                                                                                那是为什么？                                                                                蒋慕承没再解释，他不知道该怎么表达心里的那种介意。                                                                                确切的说是醋意                                                                                苏韵抱着他的胳膊，“跟我说说到底咋回事，我知道你心里有事。”                                                                                蒋慕承犹豫半天，最后说：“苏韵，这房子我不是第一次来。”