The 99th Divorce

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"Don't blame me, isn't that what this movie expresses?" Shen Zhiquan's lips had a smile, which was a bit successful.

As she said this, Ye Qianqian could still clearly feel that the hardness behind her had not diminished, but it was even more embarrassing.

Shen Zhixuan put her hands on her hands, pressing her fingers between her fingers, playing with the clay that was constantly rotating on the pottery machine.

The ever-changing shape looks a bit appalling.

But at the same time, Ye Qianqian felt that such a picture had unspeakable *** ......

Asshole, brainwashed!

Ye Qianqian moved, "You let go and let it go!"

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

What did you do ...

Ye Qianqian knew in particular that they were close to each other after they laughed at each other.

Two pairs of soil-covered hands, intertwined and fastened, the two kissed each other, the picture is beautiful and romantic.

Then the screen went dark ...

I used to think such love was very beautiful, but when I put it on myself, Ye Qianqian could not feel it.

Thinking that they were probably doing something indescribable, Ye Qianqian's cheeks became hot.

He moved Shen Zhiquan and said, "It's nothing to do with you. You want to know how to see it. Now ... I'm so uncomfortable."

Shen Zhizheng finally let go a little, his body tense and uncomfortable, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Ye Qianqian: "..."

What are you going to do ...

Hmm ... so disgusting.

Seeing Ye Qianqian's disbelief, Shen Zhizheng seemed to know what she was thinking, and felt a bit wrong, saying, "The bathroom is just behind me. I will come out soon."

"Oh." Ye Qianqian still looked disgusted, even playing clay on her own.

About a few minutes later, Shen Zhizheng walked out.

There were drops of water on her face and her cheeks turned red.

Ye Qianqian only glanced and said, "I'll do it myself, you can go and rest."

"What do you want to make?"

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

Shen Zhizheng laughed out, "Aren't most people making cups? Why do you make a pot, and this is so small, how do you make a pot?"

"There are many different types of basins," Ye Qianqian concentrated on, thinning and pushing up the wall of the basin. "Most people make cups, but I'm not ordinary. Cups are tragedies. I want to be a comedy."

"Washing utensils?" Shen Zhiyi looked at it carefully, thought about it, turned and left, "You wait for a while."

Ye Qianqian looked at it, Shen Zhizheng didn't know what to do, and soon disappeared.

After a while, Shen Zhizheng reappeared, holding a pot in his hand, which contained another large piece of clay.

Ye Qianqian's eyes lightened. "How big a pot do you want to make?"

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

Shen Zhizheng added the freshly soiled soil and waited carefully.

Both of them only came to play, they were not professional at all, and finally made something like a washbasin, and they burned it with anticipation.

But Le extremely sad, because the basin was too big to enter the oven.

When Ye Qianqian heard this, her face was all disappointed, and she looked at Shen Zhichen.

Shen Zhizheng looked helpless and shrugged. "No way, let's make something else."