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

Chapter 694: Wow, mysterious real estate field?

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 already engaged, and couldn't extricate himself.

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

Those heartwarming scenes of strolling together in the streets under the sunset, leaning on each other and looking forward to the future; those moments of holding each other's hands in difficult times, 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 raging 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 convulsively, as if he wanted to grasp the remaining warmth from the years that had passed, but all he grasped was cold air.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every inhale seemed to tear his throat, making a hissing sound, and every exhale was accompanied by a desperate whimper, which sounded like the wail of a wounded beast.

His face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, slid down his cheeks, soaked his collar, and left dark stains at the neckline.

His eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was shaky, his eyes were rolled back, and he almost fainted, as if he was going to faint and fall to the ground in the next second, falling 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.

His eyes widened, as if their eyeballs were about to bulge out of their sockets. Fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. The clothes on his back were also soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to his back. The wet feeling made him more anxious and uneasy.

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

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 pretended deep and mysterious tone: "Brother, don't get excited, in fact, I really have a haunted house in my hand."

As soon as these words were spoken, the netizens who had been quiet and somewhat depressed suddenly exploded, and the barrage of comments poured in like a surging tide.

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

Someone exclaimed: "Lin Yuan is awesome, he can find any house, this one, the anchor has such a wide network of contacts! It seems like there is nothing he can't handle."

Someone else half-jokingly commented: "This opens up a new realm of mysterious real estate. Does the anchor have a hidden supernatural business? Now there's something to watch. Maybe you'll see some real supernatural phenomena."

Some curious netizens even asked about the specific situation of the house. Various teasing, surprised and curious remarks came one after another. For a time, the popularity of the live broadcast room soared, the number of viewers also increased rapidly, 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. However, he continued to sob from time to time, his body still couldn't stop shaking slightly, and his shoulders shook with the sobs.

He opened his bloodshot eyes wide, and the bloodshot were like red spider webs, covering his eyeballs, making him look particularly hideous.

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

His voice had become hoarse and rough because of the previous roaring 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, his eyes flashed with a hint of fanaticism, staring at the screen intently, as if he could get the answer immediately by doing so, the heat in his eyes seemed to burn a hole in the screen. Looking at Zhang Xiaoyu's appearance, Lin Yuan felt relieved, but also a little helpless.

He frowned slightly, a deep furrow appeared between his brows, and after a pause, he said calmly, "These are all small problems. I'll take care of the house."

"But, brother, look at your half-dead state now. If you really see your 'girlfriend', do you think she will have the heart to see you like this? She might even be scared by you."

"You definitely want to look your best 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 was patiently giving advice. His gaze fell gently on Zhang Xiaoyu, trying to convey some warmth and strength to him.

When Zhang Xiaoyu heard this, he was like being struck by lightning. He was stunned for a moment, and the trembling of his body stopped briefly.

Then, as if he was enlightened, he fell into a brief period of thought.

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

His eyes gradually changed from fanatic 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, or as if he was making a promise to his girlfriend.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's emotions gradually calm down, Lin Yuan quickly 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."

A gratified smile appeared on Lin Yuan's face, his mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes full of encouragement, hoping that this would help Zhang Xiaoyu completely walk out of the quagmire of sadness and embrace the sunshine of life again.

While Zhang Xiaoyu was calming down, Lin Yuan changed the subject, his expression became serious and solemn, he looked directly at the camera and asked slowly: "Brother, if something happened to you, would you bear to watch your girlfriend torture herself like this in the end of the Han Dynasty and feel sad for you?"

These words were 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.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, like a traveler lost in a dark forest, unable to find the direction, with only endless darkness and unknown before his eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute but didn't know where to start, because he knew very well that Lin Yuan was right, but the longing for his girlfriend in his heart was like a surging tide, repeatedly hitting the dam of his rationality, making it difficult for him to let go. That was the flower of love that he had carefully nurtured for more than ten years, and although it had withered now, it was 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 encouraged him with a smile and never left him in difficult times.

(End of this chapter)