Xue Luo carefully unfolded the painting and cautiously presented it to He Tun.
"Mr. Xing, look at this painting carefully. Who is the man in the painting?"
He Tun's eyes instantly turned solemn. He stared deeply at the slightly yellowed portrait in front of him … Although it was just a simple outline, as an insider, it was easy for He Tun to distinguish who the person in the portrait was.
Xue Luo paid attention to He Tun's expression when he looked at the portrait.
Silence! A soundless silence! There was a long period of silence!
Although Xue Luo couldn't figure out what kind of feelings He Tun had, she could see that He Tun was looking at the portrait attentively.
Thus, Xue Luo decided to add some emotional narration.
"Mr. Xing, this portrait was painted by Mother Feng herself! She's been keeping your portrait … All these years, you've misunderstood Mother Feng! Actually, Mother Feng loved you deeply. "
Xue Luo felt that her voice-over was just right.
He Tun was looking at it attentively. Naturally, he would listen to her words.
Slowly, one of He Tun's big palms reached over. The rough and strong hand looked a little barbaric, not gentle at all.
He Tun's fingertip lightly touched the drawing paper, but then stiffly paused, and with a slight stiffness, he retracted his finger.
At this moment, He Tun's world was peaceful.
Only this painting was peaceful!
Through this portrait, He Tun seemed to see the woman who was painting under the lamp …
Was there a rhythm of a tiger sniffing a rose?
Xue Luo liked the peaceful He Tun.
His ruthless aura and ferocious intent faded away. When he looked at the painting, his eyes seemed to have become exceptionally gentle.
This ruthless man, in the face of love, still revealed his warm side.
Xue Luo felt that it was almost done. She wanted to change He Tun. She wanted him to let go of the knot in his heart and let go of Feng Xinglang, the child of his beloved woman!
But Xue Luo neglected one point …
"Mr. Xing, Mama Feng has always loved you … That's why she painted your portrait and kept it for herself, thinking of you when she saw it."
Xue Luo said every word carefully. She tried her best not to go against Hetun. Her only goal was to influence Hetun.
As the saying goes, whoever started the trouble should untie it. However, Mama Feng was no longer around, but this painting could also represent Mama Feng's heart.
"Mr. Xing, I can tell that you also love Mama Feng. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a wax figure of Mother Feng in Pater Castle. "
Xue Luo did not know if He Tun was touched, but Xue Luo was so touched that even her voice carried a hint of sobbing.
Xue Luo knelt on the carpet in the car, holding up the portrait of Hetun drawn by Feng Xinglang's mother.
"Mother Feng is no longer in this world … Feng Xinglang is the only bloodline she has left in this world. If you also love Mother Feng, please let Feng Xinglang live! Mother Feng is your beloved woman. I'm sure you can't bear to see her grieving in the underworld. "
Feeling emotional, Xue Luo started to sob.
Xue Luo couldn't understand He Tun's stubborn view of love. Moreover, for the sake of this woman, he hated her to the bone and wanted to kill the woman's child, the child of the woman's lover.
Too cruel, too brutal!
Xue Luo hoped that He Tun could see Mother Feng's affection for him and let Feng Xinglang go.
There was another moment of silence. Suddenly, He Tun, who had been silent for a long time, let out a cold smile.
That smile wasn't strong, but when it fell into Xue Luo's eyes, it gave her a feeling of fear and trepidation.
"Tell me, how do you know that woman will be grieving in the underworld?"
The eyes were the windows to the soul.
Although He Tun's eyes were still squinting and he still looked calm and cold, Xue Luo felt that the window to his soul had already closed.
Xue Luo could no longer see through He Tun.
Just now, He Tun had clearly shown his affection for this portrait. Why did the painting suddenly change?
What caused He Tun to change so suddenly?
Or was it that He Tun was a fickle man?
Or did she say something that angered this fickle man?
If He Tun was fickle, he wouldn't have loved Feng Xinglang's mother so stubbornly for so many years and still couldn't let go.
"You, you want to hurt her, her only son. Of course, she will be sad in the underworld."
Xue Luo answered this question from the perspective of a mother.
A woman, he had flirted with her, slept with her, pledged his undying love, and even …
In He Tun's reminiscing eyes, a strong hatred covered up the coldness in his heart.
"Lin Xue Luo, when you personally saw the man you used your life to love, rolling on the bed with another woman, would you hate him?"
He Tun's sudden question caused Xue Luo to be stunned.
What, what did he mean?
Could it be that he wanted to express …
Mother Feng had an affair, rolling on the bed with Feng Xinglang's father Feng Yishan? And was even caught red-handed by He Tun?
Oh my god! What, what was going on?
Xue Luo seemed to be stunned. She was not the person involved so she didn't know how to answer He Tun's question.
"You want me to let go of the son she betrayed me and gave birth to with her husband? Hehe … "
He Tun sneered, "I want that woman to personally see the price of her betrayal and playing with me! She wants to die, it won't be that easy. I want her son to bear everything for her! "
Every word of Hetun was filled with an eerie chill. It seemed that even if Feng Xinglang was cut into a thousand pieces, it still wouldn't be able to release the torment and hatred he had suffered these few years.
"Mr. Xing, don't be like this … maybe … maybe Mother Feng already knew her mistake."
Xue Luo started to sympathize with He Tun.
"Now that she left this painting … what does she want to express? Does she want to express that she once loved me? Or does she want me to see this painting and associate it with her betrayal? Let me always remember: That is my, Xing Mu's, life's shame? "
In the depths of He Tun's eyes, there seemed to be turbulent waves hidden. But he didn't express it.
"Mr. Xing … sorry … it's not like this … sorry!"
Xue Luo kept apologizing. She didn't know why she wanted to apologize to He Tun but her heart was really uncomfortable.
For He Tun and Mother Feng? Or for herself and Feng Xinglang?
With a ripping sound, He Tun took the painting from Xue Luo's hand and tore it into two.
"Mr. Xing … stop tearing … I beg you stop tearing!"
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