她以为上帝会很会给她和柠柠一个安稳的生活，但没有。                                                                                柠柠为她受了太多委屈。                                                                                “这几天上班还适应吧？”蒋慕承突然抬头问她。                                                                                苏韵回神，点头：“还行。”                                                                                蒋慕承‘嗯’了一声，又叮嘱她：“以后尽量跟傅明琰保持距离，医院人多眼杂，袁颖又不是个善茬，没必要给自己惹些解释不清的麻烦。”                                                                                苏韵默默瞅他一眼，知道他那天晚上看到了傅明琰，心里肯定不爽，现在开始冠冕堂皇的给她上教育课。                                                                                没听到她的声音，蒋慕承抬眸，“听到没？”                                                                                苏韵翻白眼：“没听到。”                                                                                蒋慕承不悦的看她两眼，又低头继续吃饭，明知她是有意气他，心里还是膈应得慌，一时间没有了食欲，他搁下筷子，一言不发的盯着她。                                                                                苏韵跟没事人一样，眼睛在餐厅到处乱看，就是不爱搭理他。                                                                                蒋慕承拿湿毛巾擦擦嘴角：“苏韵，我看你就欠收拾！”一语双关。                                                                                苏韵剜了他一眼，没吱声，开始漫不经心的喝牛奶，蒋慕承起身，从她手里夺过杯子，喝了口牛奶。                                                                                苏韵仰头，声讨的话还没出口，蒋慕承抬起她的下巴，堵上她的嘴，他把牛奶都喂在她嘴里。                                                                                喝进嘴里的牛奶被迫咽下，流出嘴角的，蒋慕承全部亲下去，一副意犹未