菜。                                                                                苏韵没动筷子，而是手撑着腮一直盯着蒋慕承看。                                                                                蒋慕承放下自己的碗筷，说：“我喂你。”说着便去拿她的筷子。                                                                                苏韵按住他的手，“不用，我自己吃。”                                                                                蒋慕承有些疑惑不解，既然自己吃，还直愣愣的瞅他做什么？                                                                                苏韵拿起筷子开始夹菜，边吃边说：“就觉得你吃饭都这么好看，像一道风景，看了就移不开眼，难怪有那么多女人想方设法的都想靠近你。”                                                                                蒋慕承‘呵’了一声，“你这是夸我呢还是损我呢！”                                                                                “妥妥的夸你啊。”她吃了口饭，又问：“以前没女人这么夸过你？”                                                                                蒋慕承如实说：“没。我吃饭时从不说话，她们也就不敢说话。”不过自从跟苏韵在一起，他这些规矩也就不再成方圆。                                                                                苏韵歪头看了他数秒，“她们？那得多少人呀，来，说个区间给姐听听，是0到100，还是0到500，或者是大于等于500？”                                                                                “找揍是吧！饭都堵不住你的嘴！”蒋慕承说着夹了一些菜到她碗里，又敲了她碗边几下，示意她赶紧吃饭。                                                                                他越是不说，苏韵的好奇心就越强烈，忍不住追问：“跟我说说呗，你到底有过多少女人？”                                                                                说着她举起三根手指：“我保证听了后，我不会跟你发脾气。”怕他还是不愿说，她又补充道：“你看，你都知道我的过去，你以前我几乎就算不知道，这有失公平。”