第九十一章餐会(1/7)

乔桥在一阵轻微的颠簸中醒来。
                                                                                                                                                                记忆停留在最后那个欢愉而糜烂的瞬间，体内仿佛还残留着男人的形状和热度，乔桥颊上一热，仓促地把头别到一边。
                                                                                                                                                                没想到正对上梁季泽似笑非笑的视线。
                                                                                                                                                                “你晕得还真是时候。”
                                                                                                                                                                男人一身合体的绛紫色戗驳领西装，双排六粒扣，方角下摆上还嵌着几颗细小的亮钻，这对一般人来说未免显得太过时尚和浮夸的造型在他身上竟然意外地得体，恰到好处地中和了那种历经岁月沉淀下来的老道和狡猾。
                                                                                                                                                                “处理后面的事……费了我一番功夫。”梁季泽伸过手，缓慢地揉捏着乔桥的耳垂。
                                                                                                                                                                乔桥一侧头，挣开了男人的手，她一点都不想再跟这个男人说一句话，但狭小的车内空间又让人避无可避，乔桥干脆扭头看向窗外，下午的光线正好，温暖的光线把碎石子铺就的人行道都洒上了一层金光，从车里看去，好像一地燃烧的熔岩。
                                                                                                                                                                “很美是么？”
                                                                                                                                                                梁季泽也顺着乔桥的视线看过去，他的声音低沉磁性：“可我不喜欢，太耀眼了。”
                                                                                                                                                                “你不喜欢还有别人喜欢。”乔桥头也不回地回敬道，“地球也不总是围着你转的。”
                                                                                               

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