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

Chapter 259 Okay, I surrender
The photographer looked straight at the pair of northern hemispheres in front of him.

He felt his mouth became dry.

The blonde leaned closer to his ear.

"Want to come play with me?"

When the photographer heard this cooing whisper, his mind went blank.

"well!"

He is now agreeing again and again.

There was an imperceptible cruelty in the blonde's charming eyes.

She took the photographer's right hand and led him to the off-road vehicle parked on the roadside.

On the other side, after the photographer got into the car in a daze, he saw the blonde girl in front of him suddenly fell down on him.

Then, he felt a hard thing on his lower abdomen, pressing against him.

"Don't even think about running away, I plan to have some fun with you."

"What, what does this mean?"

The moment the photographer felt the hot touch, he felt intense nausea in his heart.

The blond ladyboy used her right elbow to press the photographer's neck tightly, forcing him to lie down in pain.

She flicked the tip of her tongue, and a sharp blade appeared on her tongue.

The blonde was stunned for a moment, then an evil smile appeared on her lips.

The photographer's desire suddenly stopped.

"Don't move, otherwise, if I make a mistake, I will probably send you on the road."

"Are you curious? I'll let you touch it for yourself."

"This blonde girl is so proactive!"

This extremely sharp blade gently scratched the photographer's neck, immediately revealing terrifying blood lines.

The photographer raised his head in fright and shouted to the blonde hugging him in front of him.

As she spoke, she took the photographer's stiff right hand and touched the bulge in her crotch.

He thought excitedly.

The blond shemale reminded with a concerned look on her face.

"You, what's that on your crotch?"

He lowered his head and looked at the bulge in the blonde's crotch.

"Hey?"

He raised his hand to push the dead demon away, but at this moment, the blonde girl suddenly pressed down.

"I go--"

The photographer's face turned pale at this moment. He knew that he was completely in a ditch this time.

"Okay, I surrender."

He opened his hands to show that he no longer had any intention of resisting.

"All the money I have is in the wallet behind my waist. There is also a bank card in it. The card contains all the savings I have accumulated in half my life."

The blonde shemale smiled charmingly after hearing this.

"Fool, I didn't come to you to ask for the money you have."

She asked with her slender fingers painted with red nails, gently stroking the photographer's face.

"You are the exclusive photographer of anchor Lin Yuan, right?"

When the photographer heard this, he suddenly understood.

"Damn it, it turns out the real purpose of this dead demon is Brother Lin Yuan."

He bit his lip and had no reply.

The blond shemale looked at him showing off his bravery, but she laughed very happily.

"Fool, you think I can't do anything to you if you don't admit it."

"Now you just need to do me a small favor, and I will be happy to let you go."

The photographer's eyes were shaken.

The blonde shemale noticed this, and the smile on her lips grew stronger and stronger.

That night, Lin Yuan was driven back to the hotel by Li Fangming, the housekeeper of the chamber of commerce president. He walked out of the car door, waved to the old butler who sent him back, and walked into the hotel with a burp of wine.

In front of the hotel counter, the receptionist in professional attire greeted the Internet celebrity warmly when she saw him coming back.

"Anchor Lin Yuan, welcome back."

"Your photographer is looking for you. He asked me to tell you that when you come back, please go to his room to find him. He has something very important to discuss with you."

Lin Yuan listened to this message and nodded to indicate that he had heard it.

He walked to the elevator and pressed the button.

"Huh? Wait, it seems a little strange!"

Lin Yuan's brain, which was drugged by alcohol, began to think seriously.

"Normally, he would not be so polite to me, and he would specifically say please."

Lin Yuan had doubts in his eyes.

"Could it be that there is something fishy in this?"

Thinking of this, he ignored the elevator door that opened in front of him. Instead, he walked back to the front desk of the hotel and asked the front desk lady in professional attire carefully.

"Did my photographer come back here alone?"

Lin Yuan asked this key question.

Faced with this problem, the front desk lady thought about it for a moment and recalled.

"No, he seems to have come back with a very pretty blonde."

"A very pretty blonde!"

Lin Yuan repeated this key information in his heart, and then his eyes gradually brightened.

"It looks like the photographer is in trouble!"

Seeing Lin Yuan's silence, the lady at the front desk asked worriedly.

"Anchor Lin Yuan, do you need help?"

Lin Yuan looked at the receptionist who was new to the workplace and rejected her kindness with a smile.

"It's okay, I'll just go up and take care of it myself."

As he spoke, he patted his cheeks that were red from drinking, took a deep breath and hurried upstairs.

This time, Lin Yuan took the elevator straight to the sixth floor of the hotel.

He did not go directly to the photographer, but walked out alone, seemingly strolling back to his hotel suite.

Lin Yuan glanced at the door of the hotel suite and noticed that the carpet at the door had been slightly moved.

"The photographer reminded me as promised. It seems that my worries are not unnecessary at the moment. He is really in big trouble, so much so that his body is now under someone's control."

Lin Yuan was thinking about all this and walked up to the door of the photographer's hotel suite.

He raised his right hand and rang the doorbell gently.

In the hotel suite, as the doorbell rang, the photographer came out with some serious inquiries.

"who is it?"

Lin Yuan stood in front of the door, rubbing his shoulders seemingly unsuspectingly.

"It's me, Lin Yuan. Didn't you say you have something serious to discuss with me? I'm here to find you."

The photographer at the door looked pale. Behind him, the blond ladyboy, holding a pair of sharp butterfly knives, nodded slightly at him.

"Open the door and let him in."

The blonde shemale whispered instructions into the photographer's ear.

The photographer swallowed and opened the door with a trembling right hand.

Lin Yuan, who was standing outside the door, was facing him face to face at this moment.

"elder brother--"

The photographer opened his mouth, wanting to remind him to be careful about the blond ladyboy next to him.

But when the words came to his mouth, the intense fear prevented him from uttering the second half of the sentence.

Lin Yuan joked with a accustomed expression.

"What? You are hiding in a golden house all by yourself. Are you afraid that I will snatch her from you now?"

He seemed unaware of the immediate mortal danger.

(End of this chapter)