“老公，你回来了？”                                                                                “恩。”                                                                                “什么时候回来的？”                                                                                傅明琰的手指无节凑的敲着方向盘，语气颇为嘲讽：“怎么，这回没查我的入境记录？”                                                                                袁颖：“老公，你把我当什么了？”                                                                                傅明琰‘呵’了一声，没揭穿她，语气有些不耐烦：“没什么事我挂了，我这边忙。”                                                                                “老公，你什么时候回家？”                                                                                “再说吧。”                                                                                袁颖极力隐忍着，做了好几个深呼吸，才轻声说：“林樾知道你回来了，说明晚要请我们吃饭，下班后我去接你。”                                                                                “没空，我忙了。”傅明琰挂掉电话，他疲倦的揉着眉心。                                                                                没过两分钟，电话铃声又响起，他以为还是袁颖的电话，欲要按断，没想到是母亲打来的电话。                                                                                他眯了眯眼，无奈接起。                                                                                *                                                                                苏韵回到宿舍，泡了个热水澡，又敷了两次眼膜，用冰块敷了脸颊，总算看不出哭过的痕迹，她才换上衣服下楼。                                                                                等电梯时，蒋慕承的电话打进来。