The 99th Divorce

"Don't injustice me, is this the meaning of this movie?" Shen Zhixian smiled with a smile on his lips, something successful.

While saying this, Ye Qianxi could clearly feel that the hardness behind her was not reduced, but it was even more embarrassing.

Shen Zhixian put her hands on hers and pressed her fingers with her ten fingers, playing with the pottery clay that was constantly spinning on the pottery machine.

The constantly changing shape looks a bit terrible.

But at the same time, Ye Qianqian felt that this kind of picture has unspeakable *** ......

Asshole, brainwashed!

Ye Qianxi moved, "You let go, let go!"

"I'm quite curious." Shen Zhixian suddenly changed the subject. "The movie you watched, what did they do after they finished playing the clay?"

What did you do ...

Ye Qianxi especially knew that they were together after they had laughed at each other.

Two pairs of muddy hands, intertwined with each other and fastened, the two kissed each other, the picture is beautiful and romantic.

Then, the screen went black ...

I used to think this kind of love was very beautiful, but when I put it on myself, Ye Qianxi couldn't even feel it.

Thinking that they might have done something indescribable next, Ye Qianxi's cheeks were hot.

Moved Shen Zhixian, said: "What's the matter with you, you want to know if you want to see it, now ... I'm so sad."

Shen Zhixian finally gave way a little, and his body was tense and uncomfortable. "I go to the bathroom."

Ye Qianxi: "..."

What are you going to do ...

Hey ... so disgusting.

Shen Zhixian saw Ye Qianqian's disdain, and she seemed to know what she was thinking when she was on board. She felt a little bit wrong and said, "The restroom is behind, I will come out soon."

"Oh." Ye Qianxi was still disgusted, and then he played with clay.

After only about a few minutes, Shen Zhixian came out.

There are drops of water on his face, and his cheeks are red.

Ye Qianxi only glanced at it, and then said, "I'll get it myself, let's go to rest for a while."

"What do you want to do?"

"Um ... I want to make a pot."

Shen Zhixun laughed out loud, "Aren't most people making cups? How come you made a basin, and this is so small, how do you make a basin?"

"There are many kinds of pots," Ye Qianxi did intently, thinning the wall of the pot and pushing it up. "Most people make cups, and I am not ordinary. Cups are tragedies. I want to make a comedy."

"Washing utensils?" Shen Zhixian looked at it carefully, thought about it, turned around and left, "You will wait."

Ye Qianxi looked through the probe. Shen Zhixian didn't know what was going on, and soon disappeared.

After a while, Shen Zhixian reappeared, still holding a pot in his hand, which contained another piece of pottery clay.

Ye Qianxi's eyes lit up, "How big do you want to be?"

"At least it's a washbasin. It's not enough for you to drink soup."

Shen Zhixian added the freshly trained soil and waited seriously.

Both of them just came to play, not at all professional, and finally came up with something like a washbasin, and took this pot to burn with anticipation.

But Le Ji was sad because the pot was too big to enter the oven.

Hearing this, Ye Qianqian was disappointed and looked at Shen Zhixian.

Shen Zhixian was helpless and shrugged. "No way, let's make something else."