蒋慕承：“不是要给林樾买生日礼物吗？”                                                                                苏韵彻底傻眼了，这个男人会读心术不成？                                                                                蒋慕承看出她的疑惑，但也没再解释，而是自作主张：“走吧。”                                                                                他拿了伞，推开车门下去。                                                                                苏韵拎上包，不忘拾起脚边的那把小破伞，紧跟着下了车。                                                                                这阵子的风雨要小一些了。                                                                                可她从车里下来时还是不由打了个冷战。                                                                                蒋慕承看了眼她手里的那把小破伞，嫌弃的口吻：“还不扔？”                                                                                “哦，扔”