天才一秒记住本站地址：[海棠书屋]                http://www.yinengjituan.com/最快更新！无广告！                                                                                        苏韵抱住蒋慕承时,感觉他的脊背明显一僵，连带着她的呼吸都开始紧张，她那番绝情的话是把他彻底伤透了。                                                                                秋风吹过,公园枯黄的树叶飒飒作响，有的随风飘落。                                                                                苏韵觉得自己的心如同这秋色一样,尽是萧瑟与凉意,怎么阻挡都无济于事。                                                                                她不知道蒋慕承会作何反应，不敢去想,她唯一能做的就是紧紧抱着他，不让他离开。她没想到自己会有那么大的勇气追上来，直到现在都觉得不可思议。                                                                                蒋慕承任由她抱着，不说话，也没有推开她。                                                                                沉默片刻后，他问她：“没什么想说的吗？”                                                                                苏韵对自己之前那些荒唐的行为并没解释,更没道歉,她紧紧环住他的腰，跟他说了句：“蒋慕承,我爱你。”这就是她此刻最想说的。                                                                                她感觉整个公园都安静了下来,就连肆意的秋风都绕道而行。                                                                                蒋慕承掰开她的手,转身将她拥在怀里,用风衣裹住她,他说：“苏韵，我原谅你了。”事已至此,他大概想明白是怎么一回事,她不想说,他就没再问。                                                                                和蒋慕承离开公园时,苏韵不自觉的又转头去找傅明琰,他双手抄兜，站在枫树下，美的宛若一幅画。                                                                                四目相对时，他冲她浅浅一笑，那笑里有心酸、落寞、更多的是欣慰。他希望她幸福，她一直都知道。                                                                                她也冲他笑笑，尽量不让眼泪流下来，随后又跟他挥挥手。                                                                                有生之年，她是何其有幸，生命里曾出现过这样温暖的男人。                                                                                但她的人生是不幸的。                                                                                她不怨不恨，如今，只想能拥有个安稳的生活，希望柠柠和舅舅都好。                                                                                别无他求。                                                                                回到别墅，晚饭也没吃，蒋慕承直接把苏韵拽上楼，刚踏进卧室，他就一把将她带进怀里，动作强势，没给她反应的时间，他低头咬上她。                                                                                苏韵疼的五脏都揪到了一起。她默默忍着，知道他难过。                                                                                蒋慕承的动作比昨晚更激烈，像要把她拆吃入腹。                                                                                苏韵知道他虽然原谅她了，可心里还是不舒服，甚至是恨她的，恨她当着傅明琰的面，说出如此决绝又不留情分的狠话。                                                                                从门板到沙发，到钢琴上，再到地板，谁都没控制住。                                                                                疼着。                                                                                苏韵一直在忍。                                                                                几个小时里，除了她的小声啜泣声，蒋慕承一句话都没有，她全身都留下了他的痕迹。                                                                                最后躺到床上时，蒋慕承一直抱着她，他说不上此时的心情，后悔那么对她，她心里应该不比他好受。                                                                                可道歉的话，他又说不出口。                                                                                他气，她当时怎么那么决绝。                                                                                现在，他又后悔，他怎么能那么对她。                                                                                蒋慕承抱着她，轻轻亲着她的眼。                                                                                后来，苏韵随着他，天上人间、地老天荒。蒋慕承附在她耳边说了今晚的第三句话，也只有两个字，他说：“谢谢。”                                                                                苏韵知道，他在谢谢她没有放弃他。                                                                                直到凌晨一点，他们才结束今晚长达两个多小时的运动，蒋慕承大概太累，躺床上后没一会就睡着。                                                                                苏韵也累，身体像被碾压过，但脑袋清醒的就好像已经睡过千年，分毫倦意没有。                                                                                凌晨三点，蒋慕承已经深沉睡去，吃饱餍足之后，整个人都变的温和无比，凌厉的五官也分外柔和。                                                                                苏韵被他收在怀里，她轻轻抚弄着他俊逸的轮廓。胡思乱想了好久之后，轻轻亲了他一下。                                                                                突然，放在她腰间的手臂一紧，蒋慕承仍旧眯着眼，声音说不出的性感撩人，问她：“还想要？”                                                                                苏韵没吱声，把脸埋在他的肩窝。跟他说了句：“对不起。”                                                                                蒋慕承睁开眼，又把她往怀里收紧，“过去了。”学着她的语气，说了句她曾经对他说过的话，“我大人不记小人过。”                                                                                苏韵：“真不生气了？”                                                                                蒋慕承：“要我说几遍？不是都谢过你了？”他的话题太跳跃，问她：“要不要？”                                                                                “不要！”                                                                                “那就是要。”                                                                                “”                                                                                蒋慕承抵着她的额头，“我说过，只要你想，我就一定会答应你。”                                                                                苏韵故意曲解他话里的意思，“那我现在想睡觉，是不是就会答应我？”                                                                                蒋慕承反问：“你说呢？”                                                                                苏韵：“你不累？”                                                                                万一累坏了，岂不是得不偿失？                                                                                蒋慕承亲着，抽空回她：“睡了一会儿，不算累，放心，不会让你饿着。”                                                                                苏韵：“”                                                                                蒋慕承突然抱住她，“这回换你来。”                                                                                “啊？……”好难为情。                                                                                苏韵坐起来，居高临下，却不敢看他，最后被他盯的面红耳赤，她直接趴在他怀里，怎么都不愿意动。                                                                                最后在蒋慕承的引领下，苏韵体验了一回最高境界。                                                                                结束后，苏韵累的，连动一下的力气都没了。                                                                                在上面干活还真不容易。                                                                                翌日是周末，他们睡到自然醒。                                                                                苏韵睁眼时，蒋慕承正倚在床头看书，她朝他身边凑凑，闻到一股淡淡的沐浴露味道，抬头问他：“早就醒了？”                                                                                “比你早半小时。”蒋慕承放下手里的书，把她从被窝里提起，让她趴在他身上，扯过被子盖在她的后背上。                                                                                又问她：“饿不饿？”                                                                                “有点饿，现在几点？”                                                                                “下午两点。”                                                                                “”                                                                                蒋慕承的手掌握着她的下颚，拇指来回抚弄她的唇，一遍又一遍，乐此不疲。他忽的开口说道：“苏韵，你可以信我。”信他可以替她抵挡所有黑暗。                                                                                苏韵双手不由得抱紧他，声音极度自卑：“你不在乎吗？”就像蒋慕平所说，万一有天她的过往被曝光，他要怎么去面对他生意圈里的那些人？                                                                                蒋慕承：“苏韵，这个问题我回答过你。”                                                                                苏韵想起他们在医院湖边的那个晚上，也是他们确定关系的那个晚上，她问他：“四哥，五年前我失业之后的那几个月的经历，你不介意吗？”                                                                                他反问她：“为什么要介意？”                                                                                可问题是，不是他介不介意，而是别人闲言碎语的唾沫星子会淹死人。                                                                                还不等苏韵说话，蒋慕承又说：“苏韵，我一直活的很自我，从来不在乎旁人的眼光。你以后是跟我过日子，我都不介意，你又何必自寻烦恼去理会别人说什么！”                                                                                苏韵倾着上身，主动吻上他。                                                                                蒋慕承撑着她的后脑勺，配合着她。                                                                                鱼水之欢，会上瘾。                                                                                蒋慕承伸手拿抽屉里的花花绿绿时，他揶揄她一句：“本来打算用到年底的，没想到你这么贪吃，看来还得再去买一些备着。”                                                                                ——                                                                                吃过午饭后，蒋慕承又牵着她在院子里散步，她说想要荡秋千，蒋慕承便领着她来到前院的花园里，他靠在木架上，轻轻摇晃着她。                                                                                “这么喜欢荡秋千？”                                                                                “恩，我们小学的操场边上就有个很高的铁秋千，每天放学，就有很多学生去抢着荡，我每次都抢不到，有一天，下小雨的时候，我和柠柠好不容易玩了一回。那时候我就想，长大了我要赚钱买个带院子的房子，在院里搭一个秋千，每天荡上十个八个小时。”                                                                                蒋慕承笑笑，揉揉她的脑袋，又继续摇着秋千，看着花园里的小桥流水，安静优美的仿若世外桃源。                                                                                他说：“我让人在室内再搭一个秋千，阴雨天你也可以继续玩。”                                                                                蒋慕承的手机响起，看了眼号码，直接划开接听键，那边很嘈杂，等了两秒，才有声音传来，“喂，听不听得到？”                                                                                蒋慕承的语气明显不耐：“说吧！”                                                                                “我在机场，现在来接我！”                                                                                蒋慕承：“没空！”                                                                                “呵，蒋小四，还傲娇起来了是吧？别忘了，是你求着我办事！你要真没空，我现在就回纽约去。”                                                                                “随你的便。”蒋慕承直接挂掉电话，看向苏韵，解释道：“沈凌的电话。”                                                                                苏韵‘哦~~’了一声，声音里夹杂着调侃与戏谑。                                                                                蒋慕承不满的使劲晃她的脑袋，苏韵用力推开他，冲他翻了个白眼，又整理一下被他弄乱的头发，好奇道：“沈凌是谁？跟林樾一样，都是跟你一起穿开裆裤长大的好哥们？”                                                                                蒋慕承对着她的头就来了一记脑瓜崩，“嘶——”苏韵疼的踹了他一脚，“你下手就不能轻点！”                                                                                “让你下回还乱说！”                                                                                苏韵揉揉被他弹过的地方，又问：“沈凌到底谁啊？”                                                                                “我姐家的儿子，然然的亲哥，比我小四岁。”                                                                                “”苏韵好半晌才消化这个惊人的消息，原来是外甥跟舅舅的关系，这口味重的                                                                                她才想起，蒋慕承以前跟她说过一次，说他姐姐比他大二十多岁，还说他姐夫姓沈。                                                                                “为什么别人都喊沈凌三哥？”                                                                                “他在他们沈家小辈里排行老三。”                                                                                原来如此，可是旁人才不会管到底是长辈还是小辈的排序，同在一个圈子里，三哥自然是大过四哥的。                                                                                苏韵笑问：“是不是你们那个圈子里的人都喊他三哥，却喊你四哥，你才会瞧他不顺眼？”                                                                                蒋慕承面色渐沉，挑眉问：“你哪只眼看我瞧他不顺眼了？”                                                                                苏韵心道，两只眼都瞧见了。                                                                                *                                                                                甜蜜温馨、如漆似胶的日子，总是过的飞快，转眼又到周一上班时间，晨会之后，苏韵也开始忙碌起来，上午，她坐诊。                                                                                第十一号病人出去后，她习惯性的瞅了眼电脑屏幕上的电子病历，下一位患者竟然叫夏乔，年龄33岁。                                                                                是她认识的那个夏乔吗？                                                                                原来都三十三岁了。                                                                                “是不是看到比你老，心里一阵乐呵？”夏乔已经坐在了她跟前的凳子上，把病历搁在她面前，把身份证也压在上面，“瞧见没，真的比你大，来，喊声姐姐给我听听。”                                                                                苏韵：“”有种莫名被调戏的感觉。                                                                                她默不作声的看着夏乔，一时无法摸清夏乔今天来的真正目的是什么。                                                                                摊牌？挑衅？还是说要跟她所谓的公平竞争？                                                                                她理不出半点头绪。                                                                                夏乔把包放在桌上，翘着二郎腿，坐姿很爷们，她从包里摸出烟盒，还没有掏烟出来，苏韵指指墙上的禁烟标识。                                                                                夏乔很扫兴的把烟盒又丢到包里，瞅了苏韵一眼，开始吧啦道：“城里的医院可真烦，连抽烟这事都管。对了，现在看病挂个号怎么这么贵？就你这样的小医生都要好几十块，有名专家得好几百，还让不让人活了！我们老家那边村里的卫生室，就没挂号一说，你抽烟，也根本没人管你，城市套路就是深啊。”                                                                                苏韵眨眨眼，像是看稀有动物一样盯着夏乔，她这是冷幽默？