快到包间门口时，忽的林樾停下回头，苏韵差点撞到他背上，她拧眉看着林樾，很不满：“停下来也吱一声啊。”                                                                                林樾笑：“如果我是四哥，你肯定愿意撞上去。”                                                                                苏韵张张嘴，却无力反驳，她没用腮红，可现在脸颊粉若桃花。                                                                                被看穿心思后的羞耻感无所遁形。                                                                                林樾摸摸她的头发，像是安抚，低头凑近她：“实话告诉你，我也喜欢四哥，很迷恋。”                                                                                苏韵杏眸圆瞪，不可置信的盯着林樾，半晌都没发出声，真是太震惊了，他竟然喜欢男人。                                                                                林樾对她的反应很满意，然后别过头，哈哈哈大笑。                                                                                苏韵知道自己被消遣了，气的抡起拳头捶打他。                                                                                林樾笑的肩膀乱颤。                                                                                又小声提醒：“喜欢四哥的女人不是只有你一个，一会儿肯定有数不尽的女人围着他。”                                                                                苏韵：“他没老婆？”                                                                                林樾双手抄兜，慵懒的倚在墙上，坏笑：“憋了这么多天，终于肯问了？”                                                                                苏韵拒不承认：“谁憋了啊？”                                                                                林樾一副原来如此的表情：“那我误解了，你就当我没说。”