他们的脚步也越来越慢。                                                                                蒋慕承余光扫过她的脸庞，唤了她一声：“苏韵。”                                                                                “恩？”                                                                                “没事了。”                                                                                苏韵：“”                                                                                周围的空气又陷入沉默。                                                                                几分钟，蒋慕承再度开口。                                                                                “苏韵。”                                                                                “恩？”                                                                                “林樾和他前女友离开时，你怎么不走？”他以为她会走，可是她没有。                                                                                苏韵停下脚步。                                                                                蒋慕承也驻足，看着她。                                                                                苏韵觉得在他面前好像不用把那些虚伪藏着掖着，他总是能看懂她，看穿她。                                                                                “我怕林樾会不高兴，觉得我不识好歹，不给他面子怕他生气后会让我丢工作”                                                                                她不再说话。                                                                                蒋慕承就这么静静看着她。