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！                                                                                        苏韵醒来的时候已经下午三点半。                                                                                上午哭累了,蒋慕承到了公寓洗了些水果给她吃，后来又哄她睡觉，这一觉就睡到现在。                                                                                她没有立即起来,又在被窝里赖了一会儿，一直盯着天花板发呆。就连蒋慕承什么进来,在她边上坐了多久,她一点都没察觉。                                                                                看累了后，她又眯上眼,一点都不想起床。                                                                                感到熟悉的味道靠近，温热的气息喷在她的脸颊，呼吸声越来越近。                                                                                苏韵依旧眯着眼，抬手，凭着感觉精准的搂住蒋慕承的脖子，她倾起上半身,亲了上去。                                                                                蒋慕承加深了这个主动的吻,差点一吻不可收拾，及时打住,他气息不稳的看着她,“想要？”                                                                                苏韵摇头：“累。”                                                                                “那就晚上。”他捉住她的手,与其十指紧扣,问她：“想吃点什么,我让保姆做。”                                                                                “不饿，中午吃了不少水果。”                                                                                “水果哪能当饭。”                                                                                蒋慕承这回没有依着她,把她从床上抱下来,到衣帽间给她换了衣服后,牵她下楼吃饭。                                                                                保姆做的挺快,半小时就做好了三菜一汤,都是极其清淡的家常小菜。                                                                                苏韵没动筷子，而是手撑着腮一直盯着蒋慕承看。                                                                                蒋慕承放下自己的碗筷，说：“我喂你。”说着便去拿她的筷子。                                                                                苏韵按住他的手，“不用，我自己吃。”                                                                                蒋慕承有些疑惑不解，既然自己吃，还直愣愣的瞅他做什么？                                                                                苏韵拿起筷子开始夹菜，边吃边说：“就觉得你吃饭都这么好看，像一道风景，看了就移不开眼，难怪有那么多女人想方设法的都想靠近你。”                                                                                蒋慕承‘呵’了一声，“你这是夸我呢还是损我呢！”                                                                                “妥妥的夸你啊。”她吃了口饭，又问：“以前没女人这么夸过你？”                                                                                蒋慕承如实说：“没。我吃饭时从不说话，她们也就不敢说话。”不过自从跟苏韵在一起，他这些规矩也就不再成方圆。                                                                                苏韵歪头看了他数秒，“她们？那得多少人呀，来，说个区间给姐听听，是0到100，还是0到500，或者是大于等于500？”                                                                                “找揍是吧！饭都堵不住你的嘴！”蒋慕承说着夹了一些菜到她碗里，又敲了她碗边几下，示意她赶紧吃饭。                                                                                他越是不说，苏韵的好奇心就越强烈，忍不住追问：“跟我说说呗，你到底有过多少女人？”                                                                                说着她举起三根手指：“我保证听了后，我不会跟你发脾气。”怕他还是不愿说，她又补充道：“你看，你都知道我的过去，你以前我几乎就算不知道，这有失公平。”                                                                                蒋慕承没接话，直接岔开话题，把盛好的汤端到她嘴边：“先喝点汤。”                                                                                苏韵低头压着碗边喝了几两，抬头问：“鱼汤？”                                                                                “恩，你不吃鱼，只能做成汤。”蒋慕承自己也喝了几口，低头开始专心致志的吃饭。                                                                                苏韵戳了几粒米放嘴里，细细咀嚼着，抬眸看他：“我爱吃鱼的，就是不会挑刺。”以前都是舅舅挑，后来是傅明琰，再后来，她就不吃鱼了。                                                                                其实她后来自己都分不清楚，到底是怕睹物思人，还是真的就不会挑鱼刺，怕被鱼刺卡到。                                                                                以至于，她最后连带着鱼丸都不再吃。                                                                                蒋慕承意味深长的看了她几眼，没说话，差不多快要吃完时，他突然说了句：“等我们回北京，我每天让厨师做鱼，多挑挑也就熟能生巧。”                                                                                苏韵无语的看他，愤恨的刨了两口饭进嘴里，一口烟下去，差点噎个半死，蒋慕承把汤端给她：“苏韵，你两岁半是吗？”                                                                                “不是，两岁零五个月！”                                                                                蒋慕承被她气的笑了出来，“就知道犟嘴！”                                                                                苏韵翻了个白眼。                                                                                蒋慕承这才说：“我也不会挑鱼刺。”                                                                                接着又道：“你们这些拿手术刀的医生都心灵手巧，挑鱼刺这样的小事，挑两回就能熟练。”                                                                                最后他喝了几口汤，抽了湿纸巾擦擦嘴角，才把后半句说完整，“以后你学会了，就挑鱼给我吃。”                                                                                苏韵：“”                                                                                吃过饭后，蒋慕承说有事要去书房，她没有跟过去，就到客厅看了会电视，两集电视剧看完，蒋慕承还没出来。                                                                                她本想去他书房玩玩，又怕打扰他，便关上电视，躺在沙发上玩手机。她用了好几天他的手机，不过从来没有私自看过他里面的任何东西。                                                                                她发了条信息给他，【能进你的微信看看吗？】                                                                                蒋慕承很快回过来，【以后不用问我。】                                                                                所以她可以随便看？                                                                                苏韵怀着小忐忑的心点进了他的微信，其实进他的微信，她唯一感兴趣的就是花花公子群，想去戏弄一下之前那些恶作剧她的人。                                                                                还没来得及点进群聊，就有收到了条微信，清理朋友圈的那种。她自己也会时常收到，所以并未放在心上。                                                                                可看到头像和昵称，她心里又有丝异样。                                                                                爱情里，女人很多时候都是福尔摩斯，蛛丝马迹都能寻出真相。                                                                                头像是个美女，真的很美。                                                                                苏韵的手一颤，心想，宝贝一定是她的昵称。                                                                                于是她点进宝贝的个人资料，现实将她猛的一击，宝贝是备注名称，这个美女的昵称是个英文名。                                                                                所以这宝贝是蒋慕承自己改的？                                                                                苏韵的心都在发颤，指尖透着凉气，很不死心的进入这个宝贝的个人相册，大多都是她的素颜照，不是自拍，很多都是游玩时别人帮她拍的照片，美的无可挑剔。                                                                                终于在六月份发的朋友圈里找到了蒋慕承的身影，是在游轮上的合影，他穿着白色衬衫，戴着墨镜，但脸色是温和的。                                                                                女人靠在他的肩头来了张自拍，配上文字：【我们家老男人终于肯配合的让我拍一张了，我容易吗！】配了许多个笑哭的表情。                                                                                苏韵做了好几个深呼吸才勉强平静了一点，心里莫名的紧张、慌乱，嫉妒、吃醋。                                                                                退出那女人的个人相册，再无勇气看下去，她怕看到更多那个女人和蒋慕承的合照。                                                                                她又鬼使神差的在通讯录里找自己的微信号，找到之前还一直抱有幻想，他会把她的微信备注成什么？                                                                                当看到熟悉的头像，还是那个熟悉的苏苏时，她无法形容那一刻的失落感，还有心底的那丝不甘。                                                                                跟他在一起前就知道他的过去不会简单，可看到后又是另一回事。                                                                                除去夏乔，他应该还有过很多的女人。                                                                                苏韵深呼口气，把手机放在茶几上，便去了观景露台。                                                                                俯瞰黄浦江，还有外滩边上的人来人往。                                                                                她在寻找多年前的自己。                                                                                纯粹的，没心没肺的，到后来现实的，走投无路的。                                                                                很多时候她都想不明白，她只是谈了一场单纯的恋爱，想跟自己爱的人在一起，为什么就演变成了最糟糕的结局？                                                                                蒋慕承从书房出来，在客厅没看到苏韵，找了一圈后，才发现她盘腿坐在露台上，头靠着玻璃，也不知道在往下看什么。                                                                                好在当初把露台上也铺了羊毛地毯，现在坐上去也冰冷。                                                                                蒋慕承自己也坐下来，问她：“白天的上海有什么好看的？”                                                                                “在看以前。”                                                                                蒋慕承不懂她所谓的以前是和傅明琰的以前，还是和傅明琰分开后的以前，静默了半刻，说：“过去了，就没什么好看的。”                                                                                苏韵回头看他，聊起别的：“你到这边不是谈公事吗？光陪着我，不会耽搁事情？”                                                                                “晚上去见几个人。”                                                                                苏韵也没再多问什么，又看向外面的天空。                                                                                可能是前几天下了场秋雨，深秋的上海难得有这么美的天空，一碧如洗的蓝天，还有棉花糖一样的大片云朵，偶尔飞来几只大雁。                                                                                再看去陆家嘴，上海中心的景观楼层被一大朵棉花糖笼罩住，美不胜收。                                                                                她和傅明琰恋爱的时候，上海中心大厦还没有开建，那时环球中心刚建成，每次到市中心玩，她就会跟傅明琰感慨句，说摩天大楼好高。                                                                                傅明琰还说以后带她去看最高的迪拜塔，后来也终是没去成。                                                                                她和傅明琰分手的前一年，上海中心已经开建，傅明琰说这会是世界第二高的楼，以后带她去观景平台看夜上海。                                                                                而现在，上海中心已经建好，一切早已物是人非。                                                                                他已娶，而她，虽未嫁，可也走进了别人的风景。                                                                                如今，再看上海，再看陆家嘴，一切都是心酸的。                                                                                突然蒋慕承伸手轻轻捻着她的耳垂，说：“苏韵，我就在你身边。”                                                                                对啊，他在她身边，她怎么还可以去想起别的男人。可也不是特意去想，看到了，便忍不住会回忆。                                                                                特别是看了微信里那个叫宝贝的女人晒的他的照片，她也会去乱猜，是不是在某个时间，某个地点，蒋慕承也会身不由己的去想念心里的某个女人。                                                                                苏韵跪起来朝他那边移了几下，抱住他说，“以后我们不要再来上海了，行吗？”                                                                                “好，今晚把账算清后，我们就再也不来了。”                                                                                “算什么账？”                                                                                “袁峰的账，还有所有欺负你的人。”                                                                                苏韵猛的从他怀里撤开，瞪大双眼，脸上惨白，毫无血色，她嘴唇都在颤抖，张张嘴，像失了声一般，一个字都说不出。                                                                                蒋慕承把她搂在怀里：“别怕，有我呢。”                                                                                苏韵身体还在不自觉的发颤，浑身都冒着冷气，好长时间过后，她终于能发出声音：“四哥，别去找他们，就这样了行吗？不要去找他们好不好？”她拼命的摇头。                                                                                那些过往如高清电影般，一幕幕从她脑海里划过。                                                                                蒋慕承双手捧着她的脸：“以后你不用再怕了，不管是你的照片和视频，还是柠柠的，我全部都销毁了，不会再流出来。”                                                                                苏韵还是惊恐的睁大双眼，眼泪滚滚落下，她的耳朵有瞬间的失聪，后来她又听到了蒋慕承说的话。                                                                                蒋慕承怕她听不进去，连着重复了五遍。                                                                                苏韵在他怀里哭了半天才平复下来，没有人知道她这几年被这些视频压成什么样，每天都心惊胆战，就怕他们一时兴起想起来报复，就把这些都公开。                                                                                她问：“四哥，我已经跟傅明琰都分手了，可他父亲怎么还不放过我？”                                                                                原来她一直以为是傅明琰父亲做的，其实傅明琰父亲哪来的功夫去干这些事，也是袁家人打着傅远忠的旗号做的。                                                                                至于苏韵除了是袁颖的情敌外，还又怎么触及了袁家的利益，亦或是苏家怎么得罪了袁家，袁家才要这么狠，他暂时还没有查清楚。                                                                                这也是案子瓶颈所在。                                                                                苏世凯神志不清，这事要查个清楚，需要费一番功夫，关键是现在毫无头绪可言。                                                                                蒋慕承等苏韵完全缓过来，才问她：“我今晚要去那家会所，要跟我一起吗？你想要怎么报仇，随你。”                                                                                苏韵还是摇头，她这辈子都不想再见到那些人。                                                                                她不想去，蒋慕承也不敢勉强，怕碰触到她敏感的神经，当她知道他今晚要去找那些人算账，她没发疯，已经令他很意外。                                                                                也可能她这几年恨的，怨的，害怕的，不是五年前的经历，而是她们的把柄握在别人手里。                                                                                那些视频就像个不定时炸.弹一样，随时都能将她炸的粉身碎骨，这种情绪每天越演越烈，才导致了夜夜噩梦。                                                                                “他们以前怎么对你的，我就再加倍还给他们。”                                                                                苏韵还是不说话，整个人瘫软在他怀里，眼神黯淡无光。                                                                                也不知道过了多久，她说：“我困了。”                                                                                蒋慕承把她抱回卧室。                                                                                苏韵缩在被子里，转过身去，蒋慕承只以为她又想到了过往，也没多想别的，在卧室陪了她快两个小时。                                                                                她有没有睡着，蒋慕承也不知道。                                                                                夜幕降临，这座不夜城又开始了一晚的狂欢。                                                                                这最热闹繁华的地方，灯光崔餐，五彩斑斓，却也纸醉金迷，特别容易让初来乍到的年轻男女们迷失自我。                                                                                蒋慕承趴在露台的栏杆上，看着夜色下的黄浦江，昏暗悠密，一艘艘观景游轮来了又去，去了又返。