This intermediary can handle it. If you buy a house, you will give it to your girlfriend!

He was completely immersed in the great grief of losing his girlfriend, with whom he had been in love for more than ten years and was engaged, and he could not extricate himself.

The sweet memories of the past were like sharp blades, repeatedly cutting his heart.

Those warm pictures of walking together in the streets and alleys under the sunset, leaning on each other and looking forward to the future; holding each other's hands in difficulties, using love and trust to dispel the haze, all turned into the sharpest thorns at this moment, piercing his heart fiercely, and the pain was like a surging venom, quickly spreading throughout his body.

At this moment, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. His hands trembled violently uncontrollably, and his fingers bent like spasms, as if he wanted to grasp the remaining warmth in the years that had passed, but he only grasped the cold air.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath he inhaled seemed to tear his throat, making a "hissing" sound, and when he exhaled, he whimpered with despair, and the sound was like the wail of a wounded beast.

His face was as pale as paper, bloodless, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, slid down his cheeks, soaked his collar, and left dark stains on the collar.

His eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was shaky, his eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted, as if he would faint and fall to the ground in the next second, and fall into endless darkness.

Seeing that the live broadcast almost turned into a thrilling "crime scene", Lin Yuan's heart suddenly rose to his throat, as if it was grabbed by an invisible big hand, and his heartbeat echoed in his ears like thunder.

He widened his eyes, his eyeballs seemed to bulge out of his eye sockets, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead in an instant. The clothes on his back were also soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his back. The wet feeling made him more and more anxious.

Lin Yuan knew that if he did not take action at this moment, the consequences would be disastrous. The live broadcast room would fall into an irretrievable situation, and Zhang Xiaoyu's life might also collapse completely.

He didn't have time to think too much, his brain was working fast, at this critical moment, he quickly raised his voice and said in a deep and mysterious tone: "Brother, don't get excited, in fact, I really have a haunted house."

As soon as this was said, the netizens who were originally quiet and a little depressed instantly exploded, and the barrage of comments rushed in like a surging tide.

The colorful words on the screen flashed and jumped, dazzling for a while.

Someone exclaimed: "Lin Yuan is awesome, he can find any house, the host has too many connections! It seems that there is nothing he can't handle."

Someone half-jokingly posted a comment: "This is the opening of the mysterious real estate field. Does the host have hidden supernatural business? Now there is something to watch, maybe you can see the real supernatural phenomenon."

Some curious netizens asked about the specific situation of the house, and all kinds of ridicule, surprise, and curiosity came one after another. For a time, the popularity of the live broadcast room soared, the number of viewers also increased, and the gift special effects kept flashing on the screen.

Zhang Xiaoyu's originally out-of-control emotions seemed to be cast under a magical spell, and he stopped crying immediately, but he still sobbed from time to time, his body still couldn't stop shaking slightly, and his shoulders shook with the sobbing.

He widened his bloodshot eyes, and the bloodshot was like a red spider web, covering his eyeballs, which looked particularly hideous.

He asked anxiously, "Where is it? How much is it?"

The voice became hoarse and rough because of the previous roar and crying, like the sound of an old bellows being pulled, but it could not hide the desire and expectation in it, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, staring at the screen intently, as if he could get the answer immediately by doing so, and the heat in his eyes seemed to burn a hole in the screen.

Lin Yuan looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's appearance, feeling relieved and helpless.

He frowned slightly, a deep groove appeared between his eyebrows, paused, and said calmly: "These are all small problems. I will take care of the house."

"But, brother, look at your half-dead appearance now. If you really see your "girlfriend", do you think she will bear to see you like this? Maybe she will be scared by you."

"You must want to show your best side in front of her, right?"

Lin Yuan's voice was gentle and sincere, and his eyes were full of concern. Like an old friend who patiently persuaded, his eyes fell gently on Zhang Xiaoyu, trying to convey some warmth and strength to him.

Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned as if he was struck by lightning when he heard this, and his body trembling stopped for a short time.

Then, as if he was awakened, he fell into a short period of thinking.

He raised his trembling hand, his fingers slightly bent, and his joints turned white because of the force. He wiped the tears on his face. The tears mixed with sweat left dirty marks on his cheeks, looking a little embarrassed.

His eyes gradually changed from enthusiastic to somewhat confused, and then slowly became firm, and he said seriously: "You are right, I can't let her see me in such a mess. I will go buy a suit later, and take good care of myself, at least to let her see that I am doing well."

There was a hint of determination in his tone, as if he was cheering himself up, and as if he was making a promise to his girlfriend.

Lin Yuan saw that Zhang Xiaoyu's emotions were gradually calming down, and hurriedly nodded in support: "That's right, brother, you have to cheer up. If your girlfriend knew that you are working hard for her now, she will definitely be relieved."

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Lin Yuan showed a relieved smile on his face, his mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes full of encouragement, hoping that this would help Zhang Xiaoyu completely get out of the quagmire of sadness and embrace the sunshine of life again.

Taking advantage of Zhang Xiaoyu's slightly stable mood, Lin Yuan changed the subject, his expression became serious and solemn, looking directly at the camera, and slowly asked: "Brother, if you really have an accident, can you bear to watch your girlfriend torture herself so much in the late Han Dynasty and feel sad for you?"

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhang Xiaoyu's heart hard.

His body suddenly stiffened, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and the corners of his mouth drooped unconsciously, revealing a trace of struggle and pain.

A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, like a traveler lost in a dark forest, unable to find the direction, with only endless darkness and unknown in front of him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but he had no idea where to start, because he knew that Lin Yuan was right, but his longing for his girlfriend was like a surging tide, hitting the dam of his rationality again and again, making it difficult for him to let go. That was the flower of love that he had carefully nurtured for more than ten years. Although it has withered now, it is still rooted deep in his heart.

Zhang Xiaoyu slowly lowered his head and looked at his trembling hands. His girlfriend's gentle smile appeared in his mind. She always smiled and encouraged him, and never left him in difficult times.