Chapter 619: That was the shame of my life!

Xue Luo unfolded the painting carefully and delivered it carefully to Hetun's eyes.

"Mr. Xing, take a closer look at this picture and see who this man is?"

He Tun's eyes suddenly swelled. He stared deeply at the yellowish portrait in front of him ... Although it is just a simple outline, as a person in the office, He Tun wanted to distinguish the characters in the painting. Who is it?

Snow fell on the subtle expression of He Tun when he saw this portrait:

Quiet! Silent silence! Silent silence for a long time!

Although Xue Luo still can't figure out what kind of sentiment is Hetun at this moment, but Xue Luo can see that He Tun is looking at this portrait very carefully.

Therefore, Xue Luo decided to artificially add a few sensational narrations.

"Mr. Xing, this portrait was painted by Fengma herself! She has kept your portrait ... for so many years, you have misunderstood Fengma! Actually, Fengma loves you deeply."

Xue Luo felt that his narration was just right.

Hetun was watching carefully, and naturally she would listen to her.

Slowly, a large palm in Hetun came over; the rough hands looked a bit brutal and not gentle.

Hetun's fingertips lightly touched the drawing paper, but stiffened again, with a slight stiffness and retracted.

At this moment, the world of Hetun is peaceful.

There is only this picture of tranquility!

Through this portrait, Hetun seems to see the woman painting under the lamp ...

Does the heart have a rhythm of the tiger sniffing the rose?

Xue Luo quite likes Hetun in tranquility.

The vigor and ferocity faded away, and when looking at this painting, the eyes seemed to become extra gentle.

In front of love, this fierce man still showed his tender side.

It seemed that it was almost brewing, and Xue Luo wanted to further influence Hetun. Let him lay down his heart knot, let off Feng Xinglang, he loves women's children!

But Xue Luo ignored a little ...

"Mr. Xing, Ms. Feng has always loved you ... That's why she drew your portrait, treasured it alone, and watched people think."

Xue Luo said every word carefully. Try not to rebel against Hetun, her purpose is just to influence Hetun.

It is said that the bell must be tied by the bell person. But Mama's mother is gone, but this picture can also represent Mama's heart.

"Mr. Xing, you can see that you also love Fengma. Otherwise, there will be no wax statue of Fengma in Peteburg."

Xue Luo didn't know if Hetun was moved, but Xue Luo was almost moving himself, and even her voice was slightly sobbing.

Xue Luo knelt down on the carpet in the trunk, holding the portrait of Hetun painted by Feng Xinglang's mother.

"Mother Feng is no longer alive ... Feng Xinglang is the only bloodline she has left in this world. If you also love Feng Meng, please let Feng Xinglang make a living! Feng Meng is your beloved woman, you She should also be reluctant to be sad and sad under Jiuquan. "

Feeling emotional, Xue Luo choked.

Xue Luo couldn't understand He Tun's paranoid view of love for decades. Even for this woman, hatred wants to kill the woman's child and the woman's child together.

Too cruel and too cruel!

Xueluo hoped that Hetun could let Feng Xinglang pass by because of his affection for his mother.

It was a moment of silence, and suddenly, Hetun, who had been silent for a long time, faded into a cold smile.

The smile was not intense, but it fell into Xue Luo's eyes, but there was a feeling of throbbing.

"Tell me: how do you know that woman will be sad and sad under Jiuquan?"

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

Although Hetun's eyes were still narrowed, it still looked calm and cold, but Xue Luo always felt that Hetun's soul window had been closed.

Snow fell could not see the Hetun at this moment.

Just now Hetun has clearly shown his tenderness for this portrait, so why suddenly the style suddenly changed?

What caused a sudden mutation like Hetun?

Or is Hetun a fickle man?

Or is it something that angered this fickle man?

If Hetun was fickle, he wouldn't be paranoid about Feng Xinglang's mother for so many years, and he would never be relieved.

"You, you are going to hurt her, her only son, of course she will be sad and sad under Jiuquan."

Snowfall was the starting point for a mother, and she answered this sentence.

A woman, I also slapped, I also went on, and I swore, and even ...

In the eyes of Hetun's memories, the strong hate covered the coldness in his heart.

"Lin Xueluo, do you hate when you see the man you love with your life, roll with other women on a puppet, turn clouds and rain?"

Suddenly the question in Hetun really snowed off.

What does this mean?

Could it be that he wanted to express ...

Feng mother got off the track, and Feng Yishan, a father of Feng Xinglang, got into a trance? And he was arrested by Hetun?

God! What happened to this!

Snow fell as if silly. She was not the client and did not know for a moment if she would answer questions from Hetun.

"Let me let her betray me and go to the son she gave birth to?" Huh ... "

He Tun sneered sternly, "I want the woman to see for herself the price of betrayal and play with me! She wants to die a hundred times, not so cheap, and I want her son to bear it all for her!"

Every word of Hetun brought a spooky chill. It seems that Feng Xinglang will be given thousands of swords, and it can't solve the torment and hatred that he has suffered in the heart over the years.

"Mr. Xing, don't do this ... Maybe ... Maybe Feng already knows wrong."

Snow fell a little in sympathy with Hetun.

"She left this picture now ... what she wanted to express? She wanted to express that she had loved me before? Or did you want me to see this painting and think of her betrayal? Let me always remember: that's my Xing Mu Shame of a lifetime? "

Deep in Hetun's eyes, there seemed to be raging waves hiding. But it was not expressed.

"Mr. Xing ... I'm sorry ... not like this ... I'm sorry!"

Xue Luo kept apologizing. She didn't know why she apologized to Hetun, but she was really upset.

Calling Mom for Hetun? Or do you follow Feng Xinglang for yourself?

With a hissing sound, Hetun took the piece of drawing paper from Xue Luo's hand and tore it in half.

"Mr. Xing ... don't tear ... please don't tear!"

Xue Luo knelt straight and moved forward, snatching the torn paper from Hetun.