苏韵还是担心：“那也不行，车会动的，让他们看到，我脸就没地方搁了，不要！”                                                                                蒋慕承抬头看她，眼神里全是火苗：“苏韵，我们都一个月没在一起，你不想？”                                                                                苏韵还是坚持要回家。                                                                                蒋慕承决定：“正餐回家吃，你先把我火给灭灭。”                                                                                苏韵提醒他：“外面有车经过。我们的车会动。反正就是不行。                                                                                蒋慕承温热的气息喷在她耳后，“外面那么大雨，没有谁会吃饱了撑的看我们的汽车动没动。”                                                                                苏韵还是不同意。                                                                                蒋慕承让自己清醒了片刻，他或许是有心理阴影了，就怕她又离开，怕她一个不高兴就甩了他，再也不回来。                                                                                他跟她确认，“真的不介意，也不生气了？”                                                                                苏韵点头，很确定。之前只是误会，现在说开了，还生气做什么？                                                                                缓了几分钟，蒋慕承的火苗也小了不少。                                                                                苏韵呼口气，拍拍脸，然后对他咬了一口。                                                                                蒋慕承嘶了一声，“苏韵，你还真欠…”他覆在她耳边说了最后一个字。                                                                                苏韵又咬他。