Doomsday disaster: Create my own goddess army

Inside the factory, the man fidgeted, holding his mobile phone and hesitating whether to call it.

"It's almost noon, it should be over!" the man gritted his teeth and then dialed the phone.

But the other party's phone couldn't get through, so he had to dial Song Qian's phone.

"Toot toot!" The phone was immediately hung up not long after it was connected.

"Damn, that fat man won't be finished!" the man's face showed a grim look, and then he sat down helplessly.

Suddenly, his phone rang, and when he saw that it was his wife Song Qian calling, he answered it excitedly.

"Wife, nothing happened to you, did you?!" the man asked with feigned concern.

He was very happy to hear the sound of crying from Song Qian on the other side, because only in this way could his factory be saved.

"Huh!" However, to his disappointment, there was a sneer from Song Qian on the other end of the phone, and then Song Qian said: "I have no relationship with you in the future, don't contact me in the future!"

After speaking, Song Qian hung up the phone.

The man looked at the phone sluggishly, and did not understand what it meant for a while.

Listening to Song Qian's tone, he seems to know something, and there is no crying in the tone, what does this mean? The man couldn't

get an answer in Song Qian, so he had to call the fat boss again, but the other party couldn't get through.

"Damn, that fat man won't want to regret it, robbed my wife and repented?!" the man picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it viciously, scolding viciously.

"Probably not, probably not, maybe he's going to be a little tired, he's resting, call him later." Soon, the man kept comforting himself and relieving the fear in his heart.

The man kept pacing in circles, hoping to relieve the uneasiness in his heart.

"No, I have to go back and take a look, wait for Song Qian to come back, and ask Song Qian in person." Finally, the man couldn't wait, stood up, and quickly left the office, ready to go home to take a look.

At the same time, at Song Qian's home, Song Qian listened to what Lin Zifeng told her.

"Xiao Lin, what you said is true, the end of the world is really coming?" asked Song Qian in disbelief, after all, this kind of thing sounded too bizarre to be true.

Originally, Lin Zifeng did not plan to tell Song Qian, but thinking that since she showed extraordinary abilities in front of Song Qian, it was better to tell her these things, so that she could prepare in her heart early.

"Hmm!" Lin Zifeng nodded, and then said: "Originally, I didn't believe it, but when I won the lottery, I had to believe it." Saying

that, Lin Zifeng took the photo taken by himself and the Fucai Center, as well as the amount in the bank card, to Song Qian.

"Moreover, as you just saw, I used supernatural powers, and all of this shows that my dream is real. Lin Zifeng looked at Song Qian, who was speechless in shock, and continued.

"This... This..." Song Qian opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't say anything, and her mind had already made a mess of twine.

"Sister Song, do you believe me?" Lin Zifeng put her hands on Song Qian's shoulders, stared into Song Qian's eyes, and asked solemnly.

Originally, Lin Zifeng thought that Song Qian would not believe what he said so simply, and even if she would believe it, she would think and hesitate.

Who would have thought that Song Qian also looked at his eyes tightly, nodded heavily and said: "I believe!" If

someone else told Song Qian that the end of the world was coming, Song Qian would definitely treat him as a mental illness, even if her husband said that the end of the world was coming, she would not believe it.

But after this matter came out of Lin Zifeng's mouth, after experiencing these things, she chose to believe Lin Zifeng unconditionally.

Even if Lin Zifeng told her that there was a large safe area in northern Myanmar and she wanted to take her with her, she would not hesitate to pack up her things and follow Lin Zifeng's side.

Seeing this, Lin Zifeng's heart suddenly warmed, and then gently hugged Song Qian.

"Zifeng, what should we do next?" asked Song Qian's head gently leaning on Lin Zifeng's chest.

"As you just saw, I have a space to store things, so I want to take all the money to buy supplies and store them in my space and wait for the end times to come. Lin Zifeng gently stroked Song Qian's hair and said gently.

Hearing this, Song Qian came out of Lin Zifeng, stood up, walked to the wardrobe, opened the clothes cabinet, took out a few bank cards from it and handed them to Lin Zifeng, "This is for you, although there are not as many prizes as you have, but there are also tens of millions, and you can also buy a lot of materials."

"Where did you get so much money?" Lin Zifeng also took the bank card unceremoniously, because in his opinion, the end of the world is bound to happen, and it is useless to keep this money in the future, it is better to take it to buy materials, but he is a little puzzled, where did Song Qian get so much money.

Song Qian also told Lin Zifeng about her husband, in Lin Zifeng's opinion, since his husband's factory is about to open, their family must not have any money, who would have thought that Song Qian would take out so much money.

"Hmph, how can I say that my annual salary is also millions, that idiot, thinks I have no money, how to know that my salary is higher than his annual income." Song Qian snorted coldly and said.

What Lin Zifeng didn't know was that Song Qian and her husband's acquaintance was because of an order given to her by their company.

Although the two have been married for a few years, because both parties have a lot of assets, they basically have their own lives, and they have not asked each other how much money they can earn a year, especially Song Qian, in her opinion, her salary can fully support this family.

But who would have thought that her husband would give her to other men for his broken factory, which was also the most infuriating to her.

Her savings were completely able to make her husband's factory make a comeback, but the other party ignored her and sold her directly.

But this is good, if it weren't for this incident, she wouldn't know what kind of person her husband is, she wouldn't know that the end of the world is coming, and she wouldn't know that Lin Zifeng is good.

After Lin Zifeng heard Song Qian's words, he couldn't help but laugh.

This is the legend of picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons, and before he picked up the sesame seeds, he died, and the watermelons ran away with him.

"What a laugh!" Song Qian glanced at Lin Zifeng and said angrily.

"Don't be angry, it's not worth it!" Lin Zifeng hugged her slender waist from behind Song Qian and comforted her softly.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to pay attention to that idiot!" said Song Qian arrogantly.

"Well, you pack your things, I'll put your things away, and we'll leave here." Lin Zifeng spoiled.

"Good!"