Chapter 619 That Is the Shame of My Life!

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Xueluo unfolded the painting carefully, and carefully delivered it to Hetun's eyes.

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

Hetun's eyes became serious instantly, and he stared deeply at the slightly yellowed portrait in front of him... Although it was just a simple outline, as an insider, Hetun wanted to distinguish the characters in the painting Whoever it is is still easy.

Xueluo was always paying attention to Hetun's subtle expression when he saw this portrait:

silence! Soundless silence! A long silence!

Although Xueluo still couldn't figure out what kind of feelings Hetun had at this moment, Xueluo could tell that Hetun was looking at this portrait very attentively.

Therefore, Xueluo decided to artificially add a few provocative narrations.

"Mr. Xing, this portrait was drawn by Mama Feng herself! She has kept your portrait all the time... For so many years, you have misunderstood Mama Feng! In fact, Mama Feng loves you very much."

Xueluo felt that her narration was just right.

Hetun was watching attentively, so he would naturally listen to her words.

Slowly, Hetun's big hand reached out; the rough hand looked a bit brutal, not gentle.

Hetun's fingertips lightly touched the drawing paper, but then stopped abruptly, and retracted slightly stiffly.

At this moment, the world in Hetun is peaceful.

There is only this painting in peace!

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

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

Xueluo liked the peaceful Hetun very much.

The violence and viciousness faded away, and when looking at the painting, the eyes seemed to become extra gentle.

This stern man, in front of love, still showed his tender side.

It seemed that the brewing was almost done, so Xueluo wanted to further influence Hetun. Let him let go of his knots and let go of Feng Xinglang, the child of his beloved woman!

But Xueluo ignored one thing...

"Mr. Xing, Mother Feng has always loved you...that's why she painted your portrait, and keeps it alone, thinking about others when seeing things."

Xueluo said every word carefully. Try not to disobey Hetun, her purpose is just to influence Hetun.

It is said that to untie the bell, one must tie it. But Mama Feng is gone, but this picture can also represent Mama Feng's heart.

"Mr. Xing, I can see that you also love Mama Feng. Otherwise, there would not be a wax figure of Mama Feng in Fort Peter."

Xueluo didn't know if Hetun was moved, but Xueluo was almost moved beyond belief, even her voice was slightly weeping.

Xueluo just knelt on the carpet in the carriage, holding up the portrait of Hetun painted by Feng Xinglang's mother.

"Mother Feng is no longer alive...Feng Xinglang is the only blood she has left in this world. If you love Mother Feng, please let Feng Xinglang live! Mother Feng is your beloved woman, you I should also be reluctant to let her be sad under the Nine Springs."

At the point of emotion, Xueluo choked up.

Xueluo couldn't understand Hetuna's paranoid view of love for decades. Even because of this woman, he hated to the bones and wanted to kill the woman's children and the children of the woman's lover.

Too cruel, too cruel!

Xueluo hoped that Hetun would let Feng Xinglang go because of Mother Feng's love for him.

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

The smile wasn't strong, but when it fell in Xueluo's eyes, there was a feeling of trepidation.

"Tell me: how do you know that woman will be sad under the nine springs?"

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

Although Hetun's eyes were still slightly squinted, and he still looked calm and cold, Xueluo always felt that Hetun's spiritual window had been closed.

Xueluo could no longer see through Hetun at this moment.

Just now, Hetun clearly showed his affection for this portrait, so why did the painting suddenly change suddenly?

What caused such a sudden mutation in Hetun?

Or is Hetun Bensheng just a fickle man?

Or which of his own words angered this fickle man?

If Hetun was fickle, he wouldn't have loved Feng Xinglang's mother paranoidly for so many years, and he still couldn't let go of it.

"You, you want to hurt her, her only son, of course she will be sad under the nine springs."

Xueluo answered this sentence from the starting point of being a mother.

A woman who flirts with her, flirts with her, has sworn to each other, and even...

In Hetun's recalling eyes, the intense hatred concealed the desolation in his heart.

"Lin Xueluo, when you see with your own eyes that the man you love with your life is rolling with other women on the same bed, will you hate it?"

Hetun's sudden question really stumped Xueluo.

This, what does this mean?

Could it be that he wanted to express...

Feng's mother cheated, and had sex with Feng Xinglang's father, Feng Yishan? And was caught by Hetun?

God! This, what happened here!

Xueluo also seemed to have lost her mind. She was not the person involved, and she didn't know how to answer Hetun's question for a while.

"Let me let her betray me and have a son with my husband? Hmph..."

Hetun sneered viciously, "I want that woman to see with her own eyes the price of her betrayal and playing with me! She wants to die, it's not so cheap, I want her son to bear all this twice for her!"

Every word of Hetun carries a gloomy chill. It seemed that even if Feng Xinglang was hacked into pieces, it would not be able to unravel the torment and hatred he had suffered deep in his heart over the years.

"Mr. Xing, don't be like this...Maybe...Maybe Feng's mother already knew she was wrong."

Xueluo began to feel a little sympathetic to Hetun.

"She leaves this painting now...what does she want to express? To express that she once loved me? Or does she want me to see this painting and think of her betrayal? Let me always remember: that is me Xing Mu A lifetime of shame?"

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

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

Xueluo kept apologizing. She didn't know why she had to apologize to Hetun, but she felt really sad.

For Hetun and Feng Mama? Or for myself and Feng Xinglang?

With a "hiss", Hetun took the drawing paper from Xueluo's hand and tore it in half.

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

Xueluo knelt upright and moved forward, snatching the torn drawing paper from Hetun's hand.