东西，苏韵怎么会这么爱吃？                                                                                他拿着湿毛巾擦擦嘴角，端起酒杯，看向傅明琰，语气一贯的平稳冷淡：“傅主任，以后我家苏韵在你手下工作，还请多多照顾。”                                                                                隔空跟傅明琰碰了碰杯子，将杯底的红酒一饮而尽。                                                                                傅明琰淡淡笑着，笑意不达眼底，他没拿酒杯，端起面前的一杯温水，“四哥客气了，应该的，分内之事。”一语双关。                                                                                语毕，傅明琰喝了一大口水，带着复杂的情绪咽下。                                                                                袁颖脸色微变，她赶紧示意服务员倒酒，小声提醒傅明琰要敬酒，不能以水代酒。                                                                                傅明琰听而不闻，随后换上酒杯，却对着苏韵说道：“苏医生，共事愉快。”大半杯红酒，他眼眨也没眨，一口闷下去。                                                                                林樾心惊肉跳的看着自家姐夫，敢当众不给蒋慕承面子的，傅明琰绝对是第一人。                                                                                苏韵一头雾水的听着蒋慕承和傅明琰的对话，她什么时候调回的心内，她自己怎么不知道？                                                                                林樾提醒她，“哎哎哎，媳妇她姐，喝酒呀，傻了啊？”                                                                                苏韵回神，瞪了林樾一眼，刚要端起酒杯，就被蒋慕承用水杯换下，他声音温和，“喝酒对皮肤不好。”                                                                                苏韵扯扯嘴角，不能拂了他的好意，只好用水代酒。                                                                                林樾心里默数，2:1，蒋慕承完胜。                                                                                悲催了他的姐夫傅明琰。