期间蒋慕承接了个电话，随后去了书房。                                                                                林樾也紧跟其后。                                                                                蒋慕承开始处理邮件。                                                                                林樾就坐在他对面的椅子上，有意的抚弄着那副袖扣，见蒋慕承也没多看一眼，他索性把那副袖口解下来，再佩戴上。                                                                                一次又一次，来回重复着，乐此不疲。                                                                                半个小时过去，蒋慕承的工作邮件处理的差不多，他瞄了林樾一眼，林樾还在专心摆弄他的袖扣。                                                                                其实他早就用余光扫到林樾在干嘛，但懒的多问，但没想到他竟然无聊的玩了大半个小时。                                                                                蒋慕承合上笔记本，看着他：“你真吃饱了撑的？”                                                                                林樾开始哼小曲，也不理会蒋慕承。                                                                                蒋慕承冷嗤一声，说了句：“神经病！”                                                                                林樾也不在意，心情莫名的好，他又来回弄了三遍，终于抬眸看蒋慕承，挑眉问道：“知道是谁送的吗？”                                                                                “没兴趣！”                                                                                林樾心道，你没兴趣，我却偏要说。                                                                                他开始炫耀：“苏韵送的，我的生日礼物，她冒雨给我买的，还挑了好久呢，中午又等了我两个多小时送给我。”