The 99th Divorce

Shen Zhixian glared, looking at Ye Qianxi, the expression on his face became a little bit exhausted.

But looking at it, the expression on Ye Qianxi's face didn't seem to be a joke.

After a while, Shen Zhixian was powerless again, and confirmed that he generally asked: "Is that blind uncle just told you?"

Ye Qianxi also hopes that this is not true, but the uncle blind man should have no reason to play himself.

Nodded, Shen Zhixian looked at her and sighed.

"Young people can't sigh."

Shen Zhixian looked at her and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Ye Qianxi copied out the blind man's words and said, "Young people will sigh and give away all good luck."

Shen Zhixuan smiled, but at the same time, he was also profoundly weak, hugging Ye Qianxi and saying, "So what shall we do?"

"What can I do ..." Ye Qianxi lowered her head. "Grandma didn't say that too. I might not be twenty-eight years old. I don't want to get married. I don't want to have a widow on your hukou. what."

Shen Zhixian rubbed her face and gritted her teeth: "Just bullshit!"

Ye Qianqian's flesh's face was deformed by rubbing, looking at Shen Zhixian, gambling his mouth, his voice vaguely said: "In two years, if any of us change our heart or derail in the middle, there is still room for turning . "

"Huh." Shen Zhixian loosened her face, hugged her, and said slowly: "Then I should watch out for you, and see you well, and you cannot be given the opportunity to touch those flowers and plants outside. "

"Hey, I'm afraid you will change your mind, OK!"

"Let you have ten thousand hearts, it can't be me." Shen Zhixian's face full of confidence, looked down at Ye Qianxi's face, said softly: "You will not."

Ye Qianxi's heart warmed, with a smug smile on her face, said: "Huh, of course I will not, I am so dedicated, whole-hearted!"

Ye Qianxi bumped into Shen Zhixian while speaking.

Shen Zhixian slammed back quickly, "Shall we go back to Cannes?"

Ye Qianxi slammed it back again, groaning, "Well, go back, you can't get married anyway."

Shen Zhixian chuckled lightly and opened her hand to hug her: "Isn't it just a certificate? Put it in the Civil Affairs Bureau first, and wait until we are in a good mood before we get it back."

Ye Qianxi was amused by him and pinched him around his waist. "Why are you so shameless?"

"Hahaha, let's go back and talk to your father."

...

When I returned to Cannes, it was already dark.

Shen Zhixian and Ye Qianxi took a taxi back home and it was already early morning.

As soon as I got off, I saw several police cars parked at the door of the community.

The red and blue police siren flashed, and Ye Qianxi looked inside, unknown.

Shen Zhixun went to find a policeman and asked, "Comrade police, what's wrong with this?"

The police glanced at Ye Qianxi, and their eyes fell on their suitcases, and asked, "Do you live here?"

"Well, we live here."

The policeman took a small book and said, "Which building is it?"

"Uh, can I ask what happened?"

"Your community was found a real gun in the garden, and drug residues were also found on the handle of the gun. Now it is being screened."

These words fell, and both of them were heartbroken.

The policeman glanced at them and asked, "Where did you go today?"