蒋慕承接过她手里的锅，“我来洗。”                                                                                “不用，我穿了围裙，会弄脏你衬衫。”苏韵把锅放进水池，拧开水龙头。                                                                                蒋慕承也没再坚持，因为他也不会洗锅以前偶尔心血来潮给陶然做个煎蛋吃，还被陶然嫌弃的说难以下咽，这几年在国外，他就更没有下过厨房。                                                                                他倚在琉璃台旁，看着她像个居家小妻子那样忙碌，心里有丝柔软划过，他突然来了兴致：“以后教我做饭吧。”                                                                                苏韵浅浅一笑，以为他只是一时心血来潮，便说：“你不是很忙，哪有时间做饭？”                                                                                蒋慕承回答的很一本正经：“还好，我现在几乎不过问集团的具体事宜，顶多去开会，应酬也少，做饭时间肯定会有。”                                                                                “以前很忙？”                                                                                蒋慕承今天心情不错，难得开玩笑：“恩。连找女人的时间都没有，你说忙不忙？”                                                                                苏韵洗完锅，放好，又清洗双手，酸酸的揶揄他：“你没时间找女人，女人可以去找你啊。”                                                                                蒋慕承若有所思：“也对，就像你”                                                                                苏韵打断他：“蒋慕承，你够了！”                                                                                又提她在他微博下留言，还有完没完了。                                                                                蒋慕承嘴角弯了弯，拿了条毛巾递给她，苏韵接过毛巾擦手。                                                                                他突然想起什么事，“身上有现金吗？”