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

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

Hetun's eyes instantly became solemn, and he stared deeply at the somewhat yellowed portrait in front of him...... Although it is just a simple outline, Hetun, as an insider, wants to distinguish who the characters in the painting are, it is still easy.

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

Silence! Silent silence! A long silence!

Although Xueluo still can't figure out what kind of feelings Hetun is at this moment, Xueluo can see that Hetun is looking at this portrait very carefully.

So, Xueluo decided to artificially add a few sensational narrations.

"Mr. Xing, this portrait was painted by Feng's mother herself! She has always kept your portrait...... For so many years, you have misunderstood Feng's mother! In fact, Feng's mother loves you deeply. ”

Xueluo felt that her narration was just right.

Hetun is watching attentively, and he will naturally listen to her words.

Slowly, one of Hetun's big palms poked over; The rough and strong hands, which look a little savage, are not gentle.

Hetun's fingertips lightly touched the drawing paper, but he paused stiffly, and shrank back with a slight stiffness.

At this moment, the world of Hetun is peaceful.

It's so peaceful that there's only this painting!

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

Do you have the rhythm of a tiger sniffing roses?

Xueluo likes the peaceful Hetun.

Faded from the violent air and fierce meaning, and when looking at this painting, the eyes seemed to become extraordinarily gentle.

This ruthless man, in the face of love, still reveals his warm side.

It seems that he feels that it is almost brewing, and Xueluo wants to further influence Hetun. Let him let go of the knot in his heart and let go of Feng Xinglang, the child of his beloved woman!

But Xueluo ignored one point......

"Mr. Xing, Mother Feng has always loved you...... That's why she painted your portrait, treasured it alone, and saw things and thought about people. ”

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

It is said that the bell must be tied to the bell. But Feng's mother is gone, but this can also represent Feng's mother's heart.

"Mr. Xing, it can be seen that you are also in love with Mother Feng. Otherwise, there would be no wax figure of Feng Ma's mother in Fort Pate. ”

Xueluo didn't know if Hetun was moved, but Xueluo was almost so moved that she couldn't even cry in her voice.

Xueluo knelt on the carpet in the trunk of the car, holding the portrait of Hetun painted by Feng Xinglang's mother.

"Mother Feng is no longer alive...... Feng Xinglang is the only bloodline she left in this world, if you also love Feng's mother, please let Feng Xinglang live! Mother Feng is your beloved woman, and you should be reluctant to let her be sad under Jiuquan. ”

Emotionally, the snow fell and choked.

Xueluo can't understand Hetun's paranoid view of love for decades. Even for the sake of this woman, he hated to the bone and wanted to kill the woman's children and the children of the woman's love husband together.

It's cruel, it's brutal!

Xueluo hopes that Hetun can let Feng Xinglang go for the sake of Feng's mother's affection 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 was not strong, but when it fell under the eyes of the snowfall, there was a feeling of heart-pounding.

"Tell me: How do you know that woman will be sad and sad under the Nine Springs?"

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

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

The snow has fallen and it is no longer possible to see through the river at this moment.

Just now, Hetun has obviously shown his warmth for this portrait, why did his painting style suddenly change abruptly?

What caused such a sudden mutation in Hetun?

Or is Hetun a fickle man by birth?

Or was it one of his own words that angered this fickle man?

If Hetun was fickle, he would not have been paranoid about Feng Xinglang's mother for so many years, and he couldn't let go.

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

Snow falling is the starting point of a mother, and this sentence is answered.

A woman, flirting with her, she is also on it, and she has sworn by the mountains and seas, and even ......

In Hetun's reminiscing eyes, the strong hatred covered the coldness in his heart.

"Lin Xueluo, when you see with your own eyes the man you love with your life, rolling on a sheet with other women, turning clouds and raining, will you hate?"

Hetun's sudden question really stunned the snow falling.

What does this mean?

Could it be that he was trying to express it......

Feng's mother derailed, and she rolled into a book with Feng Xinglang's father, Feng Yishan? And he was caught by Hetun?

Oh my! What's going on!

Xueluo also seems to be stupid. She is not a party to the party, and she doesn't know for a while if she answers Hetun's question.

"Let me let her go and betray me and go to the son born to the Destroyer? Humph......"

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

Every word of Hetun carries an eerie chill. It seems that Feng Xinglang will be cut by a thousand cuts, and he will not be able to solve the torment and hatred he has suffered in his heart over the years.

"Mr. Xing, don't do this...... Maybe...... Maybe Feng's mother already knew that she was wrong. ”

Xueluo began to feel a little sympathetic to Hetun.

"She keeps this one now...... What do you want to express? Want to show that she once loved me? Or do you want me to see this painting and think of her betrayal? Let me remember all the time: Is that the shame of my Xing Mu's life? ”

In the depths of Hetun's eyes, there seemed to be turbulent waves hidden. But it was not expressed.

Mr. Xing...... I'm sorry...... That's not true...... I'm sorry! ”

Xue Luo apologized vigorously. She didn't know why she apologized to Hetun, but her heart was really uncomfortable.

For Hetun and Feng Mom? Or do you want to follow Feng Xinglang for yourself?

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

Mr. Xing...... Don't tear it up...... Please don't tear it! ”

Xueluo knelt down and moved forward, snatching the paper that had been torn into pieces from Hetun's hand.