Chapter 452 (2/2)

With a ”Ba Da”, Hetun suddenly slapped the wooden box in her hand to the ground like a runaway beast.

The strong wind in his palm almost blew the broken hair that summer clouds fell on his ear at the beginning.

Xia Yunchu was shocked by Hetun's sudden anger and hostility, and the whole person was a little stunned.

”That bitch has a face!”

Hetun's voice became very strange, like a low hiss from the depths of his throat, and more frightening like a snake letter.

The man sitting in front of him seems like a tyrant in ancient times. Xia Yunchu suddenly felt that it was right for mother Li to leave him! He is too cruel.

But now it's obviously not the way to be angry with him. It can't save Li yanye, and it's even worse to go back to his son Xia Shen. Xia Yunchu hurriedly climbed over, picked up the wooden box and took out the drawing paper inside. Carefully displayed in front of Hetun.

”Mr. Yan, look...”

She said and acted carefully: ”look carefully at the man on this picture. Who is it?”

Hetun's look immediately became dignified, and the eagle Falcon like eyes fell on the painting, which was a little yellow. The painting was simply enough for the side of a man.

Although it's just such a few strokes, it's easy for Hetun, as a party, to distinguish who the characters on the painting are.

Xia Yunchu has been carefully observing Hetun's expression to see how he looked when he saw the painting.

But there was only silence, terrible silence!

Xia Yunchu can't see what kind of emotion he Tun felt when he looked at the painting, but she knows that he Tun is looking at the painting with great heart.

Xia Yunchu pondered for a moment and decided to add a few emotional narration.

”Mr. Yan, this painting was painted by mother Li herself. In fact, she has always kept your portrait and loved you deeply! So you misunderstood her for so many years.”

Xia Yunchu felt that his sensational narrator was just right.

Hetun is obviously looking at the picture more and more carefully. Prove that what you say is still useful.

He slowly stretched out his thick hand and looked at it, which was not gentle at all, even a little savage. Then he touched the drawing paper gently with his finger belly, but stopped stiffly again, and suddenly retracted back with a little stiffness.

At this time, Hetun is quiet, and his world is also quiet.

So quiet that only this picture is left. It seems that he can see the woman painting under the lamp through this painting

Xia Yunchu likes Hetun like this. It seems that there is a tiger sniffing the rose in his heart.