苏韵淡淡的眼神看着他，反问道：“跟你闹你就不去了吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承没说话，默认。她就是再闹，他还是要跟夏乔见面把事情搞清楚，再想对策。                                                                                “明知道闹的结果还是一样，我何必自讨没趣？”苏韵推他，“别墨迹了，赶紧去吧，早去早回，回来我们再谈。”                                                                                蒋慕承心里越发不踏实，他总感觉她突然的不吵不闹是分手的征兆，他低头蹭蹭她的鼻尖：“你怎么闹都行，怎么罚我，我也认，只要你心里舒坦。”                                                                                苏韵话到嘴边，又悉数吞下，因为就算罚他，她的心里也不会再舒坦。                                                                                                                                                                别墅的大门口。                                                                                夏乔一脸心痛的看着蒋慕承，“四哥，咋个意思？”不让她进去？                                                                                蒋慕承双手抄兜，一只脚搭在花坛的路牙石上，表情一如的冷淡，“这里空气好。”                                                                                “”夏乔昂头看了眼天空，这阵子月亮又被厚厚的云彩挡住，心想怎么不下大雨的！                                                                                夏乔下意识的看了眼别墅那边，问：“苏韵在里面？”                                                                                蒋慕承点了一支烟，“恩。”                                                                                难怪。                                                                                夏乔心里说不上是什么滋味，以前他们恋爱时，都是在外面约会，其实也算不上约会，就是吃个饭而已。