Chapter 205 Don't play with ugly people!

Huo Jingchen pulls Zhao Siqing into the room. Zhao Siqing turns his head and looks at the other side. The whole wall here is made into a cabinet, which is filled with various shapes and shapes of porcelain. Some of them are made in a kiln after glaze application. All kinds of elegant colors are particularly attractive.

The owner is a man in his fifties. He looks at the tablet with a fan and headphones. It looks like he is chasing a TV play.

See two people enter the shop, also do not have the meaning of greeting at all.

In the noisy shopping mall, his Zen voice flowed and became a pure land. It was quiet like a paradise.

Zhao Siqing looked at it carefully, his eyes bright.

Huo Jingchen still has a bad face, but he takes out a few pieces of Grandpa Mao and throws them in front of him.

I didn't even take off the earphone, and didn't return after I collected the money: "there's clay in the gray bucket, take it by myself."

Huo Jingchen also did not make a sound, leading Zhao Siqing to go inside.

Zhao Siqing was a little excited. After a few steps, he found that there were many green bamboo and wild flowers in the corner of the store. It seemed that they were left here at will, but they were in good shape.

In front of us are five or six wheel carts used to draw blanks, and on the other side are clay buckets as the master said.

I don't know whether he would like to touch the clay or not. After looking at the pottery making process written on the wall, Zhao Siqing started to do it by himself. He gouged out a piece of clay of moderate size in the clay bucket with a shovel, put it on the chopping board, added some water, and began to rub it.

The clay is much harder than expected, and her hands are too small to be rubbed and even.

Huo Jingchen looked at the woman who was enjoying herself, walked behind her, reached out her arms from both sides of her shoulders, took the clay in her hand and kneaded it for her.

Zhao Siqing slowly closed his hand and was firmly encircled in his arms and desk.

He was so close to her that she could feel her back against his chest, and even the heat of his chest.

Zhao Siqing's eyes have been on the clay in his hands, but he is a little absent-minded.

He has a light smell of sea salt, which is a bit crisp but smells good.

"Are you not angry?" Asked Zhao Siqing in a low voice.

Huo Jingchen sneered and said, "I've been pissed off by you."

Not waiting for Zhao Siqing to speak again, Gu Anhui's voice rang again: "it's a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here again."

Zhao Siqing looked up and was stunned for a few seconds, but he didn't expect that they would find them again.

After all, it's a coincidence that the mall is so big. She doesn't believe it very much.

Zhao Siqing didn't know what to say, just nodded to her and said hello.

Gu Anhui turns to look at Huo Jingchen. Seeing that he hasn't even lifted his eyelids, he has been rubbing the clay in his hand seriously, which makes him feel blocked.

His hands are particularly beautiful, white and slender, and against the background of dark yellow soil, people can't move their eyes.

"Yes." Huo Jingchen turns his head to see Zhao Siqing and opens in a deep voice.

The lip flicked across her cheek, causing Zhao Siqing to stare at him, warning softly, "you mean it."

Huo Jingchen raised his lips and whispered, "if you give it to your parents, I don't have to be so secretive."

Zhao Siqing's cheek was dyed with crimson color, and he raised his hand and rubbed the cheek he had kissed casually to express his protest and dissatisfaction.

However, she forgot to knead the clay, and immediately wiped several traces of clay on her white face.

Huo Jingchen chuckled. He was in a good mood, but he didn't remind her.

Gu Anhui looked at the intimacy of the two people with unspeakable jealousy. Seeing that the two people were going to pull the adobe with the kneaded clay, she immediately went up to Zhao Siqing and said, "since it happened, let's play together."

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds and didn't figure out how to respond.

Huo Jingchen had already looked at Gu Anhui and said in a cold voice, "I'm sorry, we don't play with ugly people!"