Chapter 620 You Are Too Sentimental!

Xue Luo clearly felt that He Tun's rough hands were trembling when he tore the seal of the portrait left by his mother.

That was the relic of his beloved woman.

But in He Tun's view, it was also a fuse that witnessed and reminded him of He Tun's past shame.

So, the furious He Tun tore up the portrait in an uncontrolled rage.

The portrait was not spared; but fortunately, Xue Luo snatched the fragments in time. He Tun was prevented from continuing to be violent.

"Stop the car! Throw this woman out!"

He Tun's voice was hoarse, and he tried his best to control his emotions.

Or maybe he didn't want Lin Xue Luo to see his pitiful side.

His beloved woman betrayed him, which was an unspeakable humiliation for a tyrant like He Tun.

For the sake of his adopted son Fifteen, it was very merciful not to kill Lin Xue Luo to silence him.

The riot car stopped steadily. Xing Twelve, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a serious look on his face.

He could tell that Lin Xueluo had touched the pain point that her adoptive father Hetun had been hiding for 20 to 30 years.

"Mr. Xing, please don't throw me out of the car... Take me back to Petburg with you! From now on, I will never disobey you again! Please, I can't live without my child... Mr. Xing!"

Xueluo held the drawing paper that was torn into pieces by Hetun in one hand, and hugged Hetun's calf tightly with the other hand, begging with tears.

Xing Twelve didn't let the begging Xueluo continue to pester him. He conveniently dragged one of her arms, pulled her away from her adoptive father Hetun's legs, and then threw her out of the car.

It's not that Xing Twelve is so unkind, but that her adoptive father Hetun, who was stabbed in the heart, is dangerous.

Perhaps it would be safer for her to throw the crying and entangled Lin Xueluo out of the car.

Xue Luo was thrown out of the car by Xing Twelve, and before he could get up, the anti-riot vehicle sped away.

Looking at the anti-riot vehicle that sped away, Xue Luo wanted to cry but had no tears.

What a tyrant! No wonder Mother Feng left him! Xue Luo thought angrily.

Thinking of Mother Feng, Xue Luo rubbed his knees that were hurt by the fall, and moved to the curb with great effort, and roughly pieced together the pieces of drawing paper curled up in his hand.

Fortunately, it was roughly pieced together to its original state.

In other words: He Tun didn't want to tear up the only relic left by his beloved woman at that time.

Looking at the portrait that was torn into pieces by He Tun, Xue Luo sighed for a long time: not only did his last hope fall through again, but he almost destroyed the only relic left by Mother Feng to Feng Xinglang!

It should be close to the entrance of the highway, and there are not many vehicles on the road.

Xue Luo sat stupidly on the curb, not knowing where to go for a while.

Her son Lin Nuo was thousands of miles away in Petburg, but she couldn't fly over there... Even if she flew over there, the tyrant would not allow her to see her son Lin Nuo.

Xue Luo choked helplessly and sobbed softly.

At this moment, Xue Luo felt that she was more miserable than ever: as if she was completely abandoned by this world!

After seeing a high-speed patrol car, Xue Luo suddenly climbed up from the curb alertly.

Because she suddenly remembered: she was still a "scapegoat", or to put it more seriously, a "wanted criminal".

This He Tun was really cruel. She had clearly imprisoned Feng Xinglang in the basement city and tortured him, but she even falsely accused her of calling the police?

It seemed that both she and Lao Chu had fallen into He Tun's conspiracy.

While secretly cursing He Tun's ruthlessness and cruelty in her heart, Xue Luo moved towards the city center with a hungry stomach.

Fortunately, there are still good people in this world. Xue Luo took a ride to the city center.

Xueluo has decided: no matter what, she will go back to Petburg. Whether Hetun allows her to see her son Lin Nuo is another matter, but Xueluo knows that her son must be looking forward to her, his dear mother, returning to him.

To go back to Petburg, Xueluo can't climb mountains or wade through water. The only quick way is to take a plane. To take a plane, you must first apply for relevant documents.

Seeing a police car parked outside the courtyard of the Feng family villa, Xueluo didn't dare to stay, let alone go in, and turned around and left.

The only place she can go back to is Yuan Duoduo's.

If Yuan Duoduo hadn't left her cottage for her to live in occasionally, Xueluo would really have been on the street.

When she went to the old aunt's house to get the key, it was dinner time; under the hospitality of the old aunt, Xueluo shamelessly stayed and had a full meal.

When she returned to Yuan Duoduo's cottage again, Xueluo was exhausted. She didn't even have the strength to cry.

The portrait was pieced together again, but Xueluo had lost her confidence and sustenance.

Mother Feng, I'm really sorry that I couldn't use your relics to save your son!

Thinking of her son, Xue Luo's eyes were misty with tears again. I wonder if the little thing is also thinking about her dear mother?

Of course, little Lin Nuo will think of his dear mother!

Xing Ba, who was almost crazy, finally let the little guy answer the satellite phone of his adoptive father He Tun in person.

Under Xing Ba's delaying tactics, the little guy has been quite well-behaved these days.

Xue Luo fell asleep on the sofa in a daze.

The miserable current situation made Xue Luo's dreams become nightmares.

The lights were on in the living room, and it could be seen from downstairs in the community.

Xue Luo was awakened by the ringing of the doorbell. Instinctively, she thought that the police had come here and wanted to take her back to the police station to learn about the details of the false alarm.

Xue Luo, who was in a state of panic, did not dare to open the door.

She had to go back to Petburg to find her son. How could she stay in the detention center?

"Xue Luo, are you at home? I am Duoduo, Yuan Duoduo."

The voice coming from outside the door made Xue Luo's heart relax instantly.

It was Yuan Duoduo! Xue Luo saw it through the cat's eye.

The moment she opened the door and saw the dusty Yuan Duoduo, Xue Luo could no longer hold back the sadness in her heart, and rushed over to hug Yuan Duoduo who returned in the middle of the night.

Compared with Xue Luo's crying, Yuan Duoduo was much calmer.

She gently patted Xue Luo's back, her voice tearful, "What's wrong? I didn't cry, but you cried first?"

"Duoduo, where have you been for so many days? I was worried to death!"

Xue Luo cried. Perhaps at this moment, Yuan Duoduo's return is undoubtedly a ray of hope for her in a desperate situation.

"You left for five years, and I never blamed you; I've only been gone for a few days? You are too sentimental!"

Yuan Duoduo still loves to laugh and tease. But her words and deeds seem to have experienced the vicissitudes of a long century.

"Duoduo... I really miss you!"

Xue Luo hugged Yuan Duoduo again and burst into tears.

"Okay, Lin Xueluo! This is my home, can you please let me in to drink some water first?"

Xue Luo just shook her head and hugged Yuan Duoduo tighter.

"Why, didn't you lose to Lan Youyou again and come to me to cry secretly?"

As if she didn't want the meeting of the two best friends to be too sad, Yuan Duoduo said jokingly.