Xiong Miao didn't have the strength to say anything, she walked to the bed, sat down, looked at the front with empty and dull eyes, without focus, and didn't see anything in her eyes.

Seeing her like this, Song Mingzhe became even more worried. He stood in front of her with a concerned look on his face: "Did you quarrel with Zhan Yeling?"

Xiong Miao shook his head, it would be great if he really had a fight with Zhan Yeling, at least he could make up.

And now, she doesn't even have the qualifications to stand in front of Zhan Yeling.

Her mother had presented her with a problem, one she could not solve.

"What is that? Is there something wrong with the studio?" Song Mingzhe guessed one by one.

Now, for Xiong Miao, the most important thing is Zhan Yeling and the studio.

The children are in Yening Garden, protected by Zhan Yeling's people, so there won't be any problems.

Xiong Miao sighed heavily: "It's impossible for me and Zhan Yeling..." She said in a resentful and sad tone.

Hearing this, Song Mingzhe was stunned, looking at her in disbelief and disbelief.

It took him a while to realize, pushed the glasses frame, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, you two love each other, and you have six children, how could it be impossible?"

Xiong Miao smiled, but began to cry, her heart was too heavy, and she was under too much pressure: "I... I am... I am his enemy, I am not qualified..."

She could no longer suppress the grief in her heart, she covered her face with her hands and wept, speaking intermittently.

These words, like a heavy stone, weighed on her heart, making her breathless.

Song Mingzhe was stunned: "You, what did you say?"

"My mother left a suicide note. She bought the truck driver and killed Zhan Yeling's mother..." Xiong Miao was heartbroken.

Song Mingzhe was completely dumbfounded.

He also knew that Zhan Yeling had been looking for the murderer of his mother, and because of that incident, he had a shadow in his heart, which led to face blindness for so many years.

Everyone knows how much Zhan Yeling hates the murderer.

However, Xiong Miao told him now that the murderer who killed Zhan Yeling Mama was Xiong Miao's mother!

God, how big is this enmity, how could Zhan Yeling let go of his enmity and stay with Xiong Miao?

Seeing Xiong Miao crying heart-piercingly, Song Mingzhe felt endlessly distressed.

But his eloquence is clumsy, and he doesn't know how to comfort her: "If you feel uncomfortable, just cry as much as you want..."

Cry out, maybe she will feel better.

Xiong Miao turned sideways, lying on the pillow, crying uncontrollably and painfully.

Song Mingzhe looked at her back, trembling because of crying bitterly. She was already thin, and her back was even more slender. Now she trembled with her crying, like a magnolia flower fluttering in the wind and rain, which made people feel uncomfortable. pity.

Song Mingzhe stretched out his hand, wanting to hug her and let her cry in his arms.

But, after all, he still didn't reach out, just stood not far from her, looked at her, and accompanied her.

It is said that companionship is the longest confession of love.

Song Mingzhe has been with him all the time, but Xiong Miao has his own heart and cannot see his confession.

After crying for a long time, Xiong Miao finally stopped, and when she cried, the heavy feeling in her heart was much better.

She sat up straight, wiped her tears, her voice was hoarse from crying: "Sorry, I shouldn't cry..."

It's not her who should cry, she is a sinner, what right does she have to cry.

It is Zhan Yeling who should cry, he is the victim.

"Meow, that's what your mother did. You don't know about it. It has nothing to do with you. Don't put too much pressure on your heart." Song Mingzhe enlightened her worriedly.

The wrong things done by the previous generation should not be borne by the next generation.

Besides, Xiong Miao's mother is dead.