林樾很烦躁，关掉空调，直接在车里开始抽烟。                                                                                一根烟抽完，蒋慕承的那辆车的车门终于推开，保镖赶紧过去撑伞。                                                                                蒋慕承已经知道是谁撞了他，其实被撞的时候他就猜了个大概，能靠近他车的，又撞的不厉害，除了林樾就是沈凌。                                                                                他让苏韵在车上待着，就走向林樾那边。                                                                                这时雨势已经减小，路上的汽车也多了起来。                                                                                蒋慕承走到驾驶室那边，敲敲车玻璃。                                                                                林樾没法拧着不开，他都做好了悲催的准备，硬着头皮推门下车，结果还没站稳，就一把被蒋慕承拽过去。                                                                                真没等他辩解两句，蒋慕承已经一脚踹上去，他一个趔趄，猛的向后退了步，两腿互绊了下，扑通一声，不偏不倚的坐在了一个小水汪里。                                                                                “我.操！”几秒钟的时间，裤子全湿透了。                                                                                蒋慕承还想再来一脚，林樾特怂的抱头求饶，“诶诶诶，哥，哥，有话好好说，你们那么多人围堵我一个，赢了也不是光彩的事！”                                                                                蒋慕承冷哼一声，“林樾，你找死也要看看是谁的车！”                                                                                林樾两手撑地爬起来，裤子都湿了，外套也拖在了水里，衣摆上脏兮兮的，屁股上刺骨的冷，他在心里把蒋慕承诅咒了不下一千遍。                                                                                说到车，林樾刚才怂的劲又过去，立马愤愤不平，“蒋慕承，你还是个男人吗？嘴上说着对苏韵