But it doesn't matter.

He not only owns this life, he also owns the whole world.

He closed his eyes, and in his mind, gorgeous and complicated buildings were built layer by layer. They stood firmly on the ground. At a glance, they looked like a well-constructed city, full of life and color.

Authenticity. But the bricks and stones that construct those buildings are derived from fiction.

He has mastered the art of fiction to a high level, and he holds the pulse of the story in his hands.

Next, you just need to control the galloping horse and run to the finish line.

As for the plots of Shen Qingfeng and Gou Yingbiao, how can they be taken seriously?

Thinking of those dirty tricks, Wang Zixu almost laughed out loud.

How could his wife be fooled by that little trick? How could a Mercedes, BMW, and Audi parked in a row make her look up?

At least park a Porsche.

At this time, the solemn sound of the wedding march sounded in his ears, applause, laughter, cracking of melon seeds, and the screams of children came and went. The sound amplified countless times by the microphone rumbled:

"...Will you marry her?"

"I do." Wang Zixu said.

Suddenly, the stage with the long red carpet stretched out in his field of vision, and the crowd quickly moved away. When he turned around, there was no one around him.

He closed the notebook, put the ballpoint pen back in his breast pocket, and walked out the door.
Chapter completed!