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第二天清晨，邹贝醒来，揉揉迷糊的双眼，客厅传来脚步声，疑惑的起身，拉门出去，犹豫著看了厨房的男子，惊呼；“总经理！”
                                                                                                                                                                “醒了？这个称呼我不喜欢。”南阡陌虽没带上围裙，可左手一杯牛奶，右手托著早点，一套休闲的服饰居家而温馨；“正准备叫你起床，倒是先起来了，眼睛有点肿，先去洗脸刷牙。”
                                                                                                                                                                “是。不好意思。”邹贝仓促钻进洗手间，心砰砰加速；“呼…”
                                                                                                                                                                “上边都是新的，你随便选个喜欢的颜色。”南阡陌看她走得快，怕找不到，跟著到门口，斜靠在门边低声笑；“还没睡醒么？那么迷糊？”
                                                                                                                                                                “啊！醒…醒了！”邹贝回身看著他；“对不起。”
                                                                                                                                                                “这是哪门子的对不起？”南阡陌疑惑。
                                                                                                                                                                “昨天晚上…”邹贝想著哭在他怀里的情景，脸颊一阵发烫。
                                                                                                                                                                “不用难为情，谁都会有情绪失控。”南阡陌安抚道；“洗完就出来吧，牛奶热好了。”
                                                                                                                                                                “恩。”邹贝看他出去，乱蹦的心总算又回到了原地，对著明亮的玻璃镜，反射出一双红肿的大眼，紧紧的皱住叶眉，木然；“我为什么会这样？我为什么是这样的？为什么？”
                                                                                                                                                                不容许多想，邹贝收拾好自己，来到客厅，南阡陌安静在餐桌边，旁边是一辈冰块，钳子夹一块在邹贝面前晃晃；“敷一下，消消肿。”
                                  

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