Doomsday disaster: Create my own goddess army

At first, Song Qian thought that she didn't have many things, but when Lin Zifeng put all her things into the space, the whole room became empty.

"Oh... Are you sure you only leave this empty house for him?" said Lin Zifeng after looking at the only wedding photos and the things that Song Qian's old man had shared.

TV, refrigerator, air conditioner, all let Lin Zifeng install it.

As for the sofa, bed, washing machine, which she used to share, she felt a little disgusting, so she didn't let it be installed.

"Hmph, I bought this house, if it weren't for the trouble of selling the house and transferring it, I would have sold it and let you take it to buy supplies." Song Qian pursed her small mouth and said with a cold snort.

"Okay!" Lin Zifeng shrugged helplessly, anyway, his space is large, these things are like a drop in his space, and they don't get in the way at all.

"Let's go, it's time to go and pack up your things. Song Qian said.

"Hmm!" Lin Zifeng nodded and casually returned to his room next door.

There are not many things that belong to him in Lin Zifeng's house, after all, he rents a house.

But he loaded a lot of things, because the things in this house were basically bought by Song Qian herself, and her husband had not used them, so she would naturally let Lin Zifeng pack them all.

If it weren't for the fact that this house couldn't fit into his space, Lin Zifeng even doubted whether Song Qian would let him directly fit this house into it.

"Whew!" After loading everything in the house, only one bed remained, Lin Zifeng lay on the bed, breathing a long sigh of relief, he was really tired and busy for most of the day.

Although it does not require physical strength to pack things into the space, it requires mental power, and with so many things loaded, plus he has just used his powers, he will naturally be a lot tired.

"Xiao Lin, I'll help you massage!" Song Qian came to Lin Zifeng's side, stretched out her white jade fingers, and kneaded her limbs for Lin Zifeng.

"Hmm!" Lin Zifeng agreed, then closed his eyes and recovered his spirits.

He didn't understand why Song Qian's husband would send his such a virtuous wife out, is it really worth it for money?

Just when Lin Zifeng closed his eyes to recover his spirit, he suddenly felt a cold lower body, followed by a wet feeling, Lin Zifeng raised his head and looked at it suspiciously.

Song Qian felt Lin Zifeng's movement, raised her head and wiped her mouth and said, "Before leaving, I have to leave some traces on my territory."

After speaking, Song Qian lowered her head.

At the same time, Song Qian's husband also rushed back, and when he opened the door and saw everything empty at home, he was immediately dumbfounded.

He quickly pulled up the phone and called Song Qian, but there was a busy tone, it seems that Song Qian has blacked him out.

Yesterday my home was fine, today my house was stolen, you didn't react at all?" Song Qian's

husband naturally knew that these things were moved by Song Qian, because his things were still there, and his purpose in doing this was to put pressure on the property so that they could say the license plate number and information of the moving car that Song Qian requested.

When the property learned about Song Qian's husband's situation, he replied: "Sir, there is no moving company entering our community today, do you see any misunderstanding?"

The property was also a little afraid, and quickly gathered people to check the monitoring, but strangely, no pickup trucks or loading cars left the community all day today.

Song Qian's husband called the fat boss after calling the property, but he still couldn't get through.

"Fuck, this fat man won't overwork and die!" Song Qian's husband scolded in a low voice.

He sat helplessly on the ground, looking at the empty room in a daze, with a thick sense of loss in his heart.

Am I really doing something wrong?" he muttered.

He remembered that every time he came home, there would be hot meals waiting for him, and every time he came home, he had a beautiful wife with him, but now it was a mess and there was nothing.

Only a few wedding photos remain, proving that the family once had a hostess.

In the wedding photos, he and Song Qian were very happy, and the two hugged each other, a happy and sweet picture.

But now everything is in vain.

"What should I do?" said Song Qian's husband with a bitter face.

"Qianqian, I'm wrong, wife, I'm wrong, come back!" Song Qian's husband knelt on the ground, grabbed his head, and cried bitterly.

It's a pity that Song Qian has already disappeared into his life and will not forgive him, even if he regrets it a lot.

The setting sun shone into this empty room, and Song Qian's husband's back looked particularly bleak and lonely.

"Click!" The door opened, Song Qian's husband thought that Song Qian was back, and quickly raised his head, but the door was tightly closed, who opened the door.

"It should be the kid next door who rents our house." Song Qian's husband murmured.

"Song Qian usually takes care of that child, will he know the news of Song Qian?" Suddenly, Song Qian's husband seemed to have thought of something, quickly stood up and rushed towards the next door.

However, just when he put his hand on the doorknob, he stopped again, shook his head and said: "Song Qian's departure definitely doesn't want others to know, how can I tell him."

Then he released the doorknob that opened the door, leaned his back against the door, slowly crouched down, clasped his hands on his knees, buried his head in his legs, and tears rolled down his face.

"Qianqian, where are you, I was wrong, please don't leave me..." Outside

the door, Song Qian and Lin Zifeng naturally heard the movement in the room.

Lin Zifeng helped Song Qian, who was a little paralyzed, and said, "He should be back." "

Hmph, come back when you come back, what's the matter with me!" Song Qian snorted softly and pouted.

In Song Qian's heart now, there is no place for that man, and there is only hatred for him.

Maybe even the hatred is gone, because it's not worth it.

From last night to now, Lin Zifeng has slowly occupied her entire heart, making her completely forget the person she once loved.

"Okay, let's go!" Lin Zifeng helped Song Qian to leave slowly, and when he left, he glanced at this place where he had lived for a while.

"Qianqian, where are you, I was wrong, please don't leave me..."

At this time, Song Qian's husband's confessing voice, Lin Zifeng glanced at Song Qian.

"Let him be alone in a month to repent of those natural disasters and zombies!"