蒋慕承看着手机屏幕：“夏乔。”                                                                                怎么又是她！                                                                                苏韵最烦的人便是她。                                                                                “她怎么老是晚上找你？有什么事白天不能谈吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承摸摸她的头，“又炸毛了？”                                                                                “反正我不想你跟她见面。”                                                                                蒋慕承低头亲她一下，接通电话，为怕苏韵多想，顺手开启免提：“什么事？”                                                                                那头的声音很嘈杂，夏乔的声音夹杂着醉意，口齿略有不清。                                                                                “四哥，我在酒吧，我现在胃好疼，四哥，我想你了…你过来送我去医院好不好？”                                                                                尾音还有丝哭腔。                                                                                蒋慕承下意识低头看苏韵，而苏韵漆黑的眼眸也正看着他。                                                                                他对着话筒说道，声音冷淡，“夏乔，我不是你男人也不是你老公，你这个电话打错了！”                                                                                “四哥，你跟…苏韵分手了是吗？我还想回到…你身边，我后悔了，跟你分手后我就后悔了…我不该贪得无厌去计较那么多…”                                                                                蒋慕承眉头皱得很深，她这是又哪根筋搭错了？