苏韵气急败坏却又无力反驳。                                                                                林樾又逗她：“诶，到底想不想知道？”                                                                                苏韵脸都涨红，从没这么窝囊被动过，咬牙道：“想！”                                                                                林樾摸摸鼻子，要笑不笑：“但我现在又不想说了，你说怎么办？”                                                                                苏韵忍无可忍，就差跺脚了：“林樾，你混蛋！”                                                                                “哈哈！”林樾被她的表情逗的眼泪差点笑出来。                                                                                苏韵直接开踹，心里咆哮怒骂，林樾，你特么的最好祈祷别有天落在老娘手里！                                                                                林樾还是笑，弯腰把裤脚拍拍，“苏韵，我看这世上最能装的就是你，平日里一副正儿八经的淑女样，其实你骨子里就是女痞子！野的不得了！”跟苏柠柠在某方面还真像。                                                                                苏韵也没否认，她的确表里不一，可她没有随心所欲，没有任性妄为的资本，因为没有人给她处理烂摊子，没有谁给她遮挡住黑暗现实的一面。                                                                                她只能按照这个社会最现实最残忍的那一面，虚伪的活着。                                                                                有时看着镜子里那个温顺乖巧，懂事听话的她，她发觉都快不认识自己了。                                                                                林樾意识到自己说了让她伤心的话，也不知该如何安慰，最后只说了句：“今晚过后你就自由了。”                                                                                苏韵一脸茫然，欲要问他是几个意思，包间的门从里面拉开，一个妆容精致的女人走出来。