走出卧室，过道上的壁灯也只亮了一盏，光晕柔和暧昧。                                                                                蒋慕承的书房紧挨着卧室，书房的门虚掩着，熟悉的声音透过门缝传来，蒋慕承正在用英语讲电话。                                                                                苏韵轻轻推开门，没有走进去，她面无表情淡，清冷的看着蒋慕承，她的心口因为不满剧烈起伏着，在蒋慕承看来这里风景最美。                                                                                他盯着那里看了好一会儿，但还照常不误的跟电话那端的人交流，这是工作和不要脸两不误。                                                                                苏韵狠狠瞪了他几眼，蒋慕承灼热的视线终于离开那片风景，又将她从头到脚打量了一番，貌似很满意她的装束，伸手示意她坐过去。                                                                                苏韵用口型说，‘干嘛！’                                                                                蒋慕承无声一笑，笑里全是不正经，却又不惹人厌。他跟电话那边的人交代了几句，便匆匆挂了电话。                                                                                他的手机还未来得及放下，苏韵就开始声讨：“蒋慕承，你太过分了，你干嘛要换我的衣服！”                                                                                蒋慕承好整以暇的看着她，要笑不笑：“你哪只眼看我换了你的衣服？还是说，你在提醒我什么？”                                                                                苏韵的脸刷的一下，通红。                                                                                像六月天里，傍晚的火烧云。                                                                                精彩绝伦。                                                                                蒋慕承走过去，又将她审视了一番，故意说道：“苏韵，你竟然没穿贴身的衣服就穿我的衣服。”