Chapter 619: That was the shame of my life! (2/2)

”Tell me: how do you know that woman will be sad and sad under Jiuquan?”

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

Although Hetun's eyes were still narrowed, it still looked calm and cold, but Xue Luo always felt that Hetun's soul window had been closed.

Snow fell could not see the Hetun at this moment.

Just now Hetun has clearly shown his tenderness for this portrait, so why suddenly the style suddenly changed?

What caused a sudden mutation like Hetun?

Or is Hetun a fickle man?

Or is it something that angered this fickle man?

If Hetun was fickle, he wouldn't be paranoid about Feng Xinglang's mother for so many years, and he would never be relieved.

”You, you are going to hurt her, her only son, of course she will be sad and sad under Jiuquan.”

Snowfall was the starting point for a mother, and she answered this sentence.

A woman, I also slapped, I also went on, and I swore, and even ...

In the eyes of Hetun's memories, the strong hate covered the coldness in his heart.

”Lin Xueluo, do you hate when you see the man you love with your life, roll with other women on a puppet, turn clouds and rain?”

Suddenly the question in Hetun really snowed off.

What does this mean?

Could it be that he wanted to express ...

Feng mother got off the track, and Feng Yishan, a father of Feng Xinglang, got into a trance? And he was arrested by Hetun?

God! What happened to this!

Snow fell as if silly. She was not the client and did not know for a moment if she would answer questions from Hetun.

”Let me let her betray me and go to the son she gave birth to?” Huh ... ”

He Tun sneered sternly, ”I want the woman to see for herself the price of betrayal and play with me! She wants to die a hundred times, not so cheap, and I want her son to bear it all for her!”

Every word of Hetun brought a spooky chill. It seems that Feng Xinglang will be given thousands of swords, and it can't solve the torment and hatred that he has suffered in the heart over the years.

”Mr. Xing, don't do this ... Maybe ... Maybe Feng already knows wrong.”

Snow fell a little in sympathy with Hetun.

”She left this picture now ... what she wanted to express? She wanted to express that she had loved me before? Or did you want me to see this painting and think of her betrayal? Let me always remember: that's my Xing Mu Shame of a lifetime? ”

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

”Mr. Xing ... I'm sorry ... not like this ... I'm sorry!”

Xue Luo kept apologizing. She didn't know why she apologized to Hetun, but she was really upset.

Calling Mom for Hetun? Or do you follow Feng Xinglang for yourself?

With a hissing sound, Hetun took the piece of drawing paper from Xue Luo's hand and tore it in half.

”Mr. Xing ... don't tear ... please don't tear!”

Xue Luo knelt straight and moved forward, snatching the torn paper from Hetun.