跟苏韵在一起前，除去开会时不可避免的要讲话，其他时间，他真的是一个月加起来也没今天说的多。                                                                                中午跟沈凌聊，下班时又跟姐姐打电话，跟苏韵从甜品店说到现在。                                                                                口干舌燥不说，嗓子都开始隐隐发涩。                                                                                苏韵与他对视，“你家里的事以后再细说，你再回答我个别的问题。”                                                                                蒋慕承点头让她说。                                                                                “你跟夏乔，你们…你们…没有实质性的关系，是吗？”问到最后她声音都是颤抖的。                                                                                觉得不该问，不合适，可是听到夏乔在电话里那么说，她又心痒难耐，想彻底弄个明白。                                                                                蒋慕承回她：“你不是都听到了吗？还问！我…”                                                                                他的话没说完，就被苏韵的吻打断，她什么都跟他学会了，现在，她也会用吻把一些解释给悉数吞下。                                                                                苏韵搂住他的脖子，往下压了下，就开始亲吻他。                                                                                他更多的解释都淹没在她主动又热情的亲吻里。                                                                                就着他的高度，苏韵颈椎还会酸，索性俯身，居高临下的吻他。                                                                                车外，寒风肆虐，大雨滂沱，狂风卷着雨帘像是鞭子，噼里啪啦的抽打在车窗上。道路两边的植被也在风雨中飘摇。