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Chapter 619: That is the shame of my life!
Xueluo carefully unfurled the painting, and cautiously presented it in front of Hetun.
"Mr. Xing, look carefully at this painting. Do you know who this man is?"
Hetun's eyes instantly became serious. He stared deeply at the slightly yellowish portrait in front of him … Although it was just a simple outline, Hetun was an insider. It was still easy for him to distinguish the people on the painting if he wanted to.
Xueluo paid close attention to the minute expressions Hetun had when he saw the portrait:
Silence! Silence! There was a long silence!
Although Xueluo was still unable to figure out what exactly this Hetun was feeling, but Xueluo could see that this Hetun was attentively looking at this portrait.
Therefore, Xueluo decided to artificially add a few lines to the emotional narration.
"Mr. Xing, this portrait was painted by mother Feng herself! She has always kept your portrait. After all these years, you've misunderstood your mother! Actually, Mother Feng loves you dearly. "
Xueluo felt that he had added just the right amount of words into the conversation.
If Hetun were to pay close attention, he would naturally listen to her words.
Slowly, one of the Hetun's big palms came over. The rough and strong hands looked a little barbaric, not gentle at all.
Hetun's finger lightly touched the drawing paper, but then it stiffly stopped, and with a slight stiffness, he retracted it.
At this moment, the world of Hetun was at peace.
It was so peaceful that only this painting could be seen!
Through this portrait, Hetun seemed to be able to see the woman painting under the lamp …
Does the heart have a ferocious tiger sniffing the rhythm of the rose?
Xueluo liked the peaceful Hetun.
The ruthlessness and viciousness in his eyes faded away. When he looked at the painting, his eyes also seemed to become exceptionally gentle.
This ruthless man still revealed his warm side in front of love.
As if feeling that he had brewed enough, Xueluo wanted to further transform the Hetun. He wanted to let go of the knot in his heart and let Feng Xinglang go, the child of his beloved woman!
But, Xueluo had forgotten one thing …
"Mr. Xing, Mother Feng has always loved you … That's why she drew your portrait, collected it all by herself, and took a peek at the people who think about it. "
Xueluo spoke each and every word carefully. She tried her best not to disobey the Hetun, because she wanted to change it.
It was said that the answer to the bell had to come from someone else. However, this piece of paper also represented her mother's heart.
"Mr. Xing, I can tell that you also love your mother. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a wax statue of mother in Pater Castle. "
Xueluo didn't know if Hetun was moved or not, but Xueluo had almost moved himself to the point of tears.
Just like that, Xueluo kneeled on the carpet and held up the portrait of the Hetun that Feng Xinglang's mother had drawn.
"Mother Feng is no longer in this world … Feng Xinglang is the only bloodline that she has left in this world. If you also love Mother Feng, I beg you, please let Feng Xinglang live! Mother Feng is your beloved woman, and you should also be reluctant to part with her while she's in the underworld. "
Emotions stirred in Xueluo's heart, causing her to sob.
Xueluo could not understand the Hetun's love view that was obsessive about it for decades. It was to the point that he even wanted to kill the girl's child, the child of a woman, and the child of a man of love, for the sake of this woman, so much that he hated her so much that he wanted to exterminate her completely.
Too cruel, too brutal!
Xueluo hoped that Hetun would let Feng Xinglang go on account of his mother's feelings for him.
There was a moment of silence, and suddenly, Hetun who was silent for a long time revealed a cold smile.
That smile was not strong, but when it fell into Xueluo's eyes, he felt his heart beating quickly.
"Tell me: how did you know that woman would be sad in the underworld?"
The eye is the window of the soul.
Although Hetun still squinted his eyes slightly and still looked calm and collected, Xueluo still felt that Hetun's spirit window had closed.
Xueluo was already unable to see through the Hetun at this moment.
Hetun had clearly shown her warmth towards the portrait just now, why did the atmosphere suddenly change?
What caused such a sudden change in Hetun?
Or was it that Hetun was a fickle man?
Or did his words enrage this fickle man?
If Hetun was fickle, he wouldn't have stubbornly fallen in love with Feng Xinglang's mother for so many years, and would still be unable to get over it.
"You, you want to hurt her, her only son. Of course she will be sad in the underworld."
As a mother, Xueluo answered her first question.
A woman has been flirted with, has been, has been sworn to the sea, even...
Hetun's eyes that were filled with reminiscence, were filled with a strong hatred that covered the chilliness at the bottom of his heart.
"Lin Xueluo, when you see with your own eyes the man you love with your own life being tossed around on the same bed as other women, do you hate him?"
Hetun's sudden question stunned Xueluo.
What, what was the meaning of this?
Could it be that he wanted to express...
Feng Ma went off the rails, and rolled onto the ground with Feng Xinglang's father? Furthermore, he was caught red-handed by the Hetun?
Heavens! What, what had happened!?
Xueluo was also stunned. She was not the person involved, and for a moment, she did not know if she could answer Hetun's question.
"You want me to let her betray me and give birth to a son of a annihilator? "Heh heh..."
Hetun sneered sinisterly, "I want to let that woman see with her own eyes the price of betraying and toying with me! She wants to die a hundred times over, not that easy. I want her son to bear all of this for her! "
Every word in the Hetun carried a ghastly chill. Even if he wanted to hack Feng Xinglang into a thousand pieces, it wouldn't be able to remove the pain and hatred that had been plaguing him for all these years.
"Don't be like this, Mr. Xing. Perhaps … Maybe Feng's mother already knew she was wrong. "
Xueluo began to sympathize with the Hetun a little.
"She left this one here. What do you want to express? To show that she had loved me? Or do you want me to see this painting and associate it with her betrayal? I will always remember: Was that the shame of my life? "
In the depths of Hetun's eyes, there seemed to be a hidden surge of emotions. But he did not express it.
"Mr. Xing … I'm sorry. It's not like that … "I'm sorry!"
Xueluo kept apologizing. She didn't know why she had to apologize to Hetun, but she felt really uncomfortable inside.
For the Hetun and Mother Feng? Or was it because of him and Feng Xinglang?
With a "Si La" sound, Hetun took the piece of paper from Xueluo's hands and tore it into two.
"Mr. Xing … Don't tear it up... Please don't tear it up! "
Xueluo kneeled and moved forward, snatching a few torn pieces of paper from Hetun's hands.