搂的更紧，他贴近苏韵的耳朵，小声道：“四哥跟我妈妈一伙的，你忘了？”                                                                                苏韵便不再挣扎，任由他揽在怀里，可她眼神瞄向蒋慕承时，却来了个四目相接，她狼狈的收回视线看向别处。                                                                                片刻的功夫，蒋慕承已经离开别墅，往后院走去。                                                                                苏韵这才抖掉林樾搭在她肩上的手，“走吧。”                                                                                球场上，裁判和球童都已到位，4个球童，每边站了2个。                                                                                苏韵看了看这场面，呆了几秒。                                                                                就是个娱乐消遣而已，要不要这么正式？                                                                                有钱人都是这么烧钱的？                                                                                林樾站在她身后，“四哥今天心情不好。”                                                                                苏韵回头，茫然：“什么意思？”                                                                                林樾叹了口气，他刚才真是吃饱了撑的提议打球。                                                                                他一脸心痛的拍拍苏韵的肩膀：“记得待会给我收尸。”不等苏韵给反应，他步伐沉重的向球场走去。                                                                                苏韵坐在了休息区，蒋慕承已经让保姆给她准备了点心水果还有果汁，都是她爱吃的，大概是巧合吧，她是这么想的。                                                                                她抬头，视线随着蒋慕承来回移动，他跟教练小声交代了几句，回到球场，简单做了个赛前热身准备。