蒋慕承说了句：“那还不好办。”                                                                                苏韵没听懂，“啊？”了一声，但蒋慕承也没接话，就岔开了话题，问她：“明天我们回别墅住，好不好？”                                                                                “这里很不习惯对吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承如实回答：“嗯，是有点。”其实是一点都不习惯。                                                                                特别是那个卫生间，他刚刚进去刷牙，都是小心翼翼，怕自己再滑倒。                                                                                这辈子，他好像还没出过那么大的糗。                                                                                一大男人洗澡在浴室滑倒，这要是传出去，他脸真没地搁了。                                                                                从小到大的记忆里，也就出过两次糗，上次是在咖啡馆门口被蒋慕平从车上踹下来，摔成那副熊样，这回，比之前还惨…                                                                                关键这回是没穿衣服…倒地的一个瞬间，那叫一个窝囊。                                                                                苏韵听他这么说，也算是意料之中。                                                                                她轻轻呼了口气，说：“我懂你这种感受，就跟我第一次去你那里一样。”                                                                                那种感觉直到现在都记忆犹新。                                                                                蒋慕承下巴扬了下，示意她说下去。                                                                                “我第一次去你家洗手间时，还没反应过来，结果马桶盖自动感应就冲洗屁.股了…吓得我赶紧站起来，魂都快被吓掉，那种马桶我只听过，自己还没用过。”