Chapter 1245 Not for Training Heirs 2

They had already arrived at Song Changlin's car. Song Changlin was about to open the door. When Song Changwen called him, he paused and turned to look at Song Changwen: "Sister."

Every time Song Changlin called her sister, Song Changwen felt a heavy sense of responsibility in her heart.

She raised a hand and patted Song Changlin's shoulder, "You are my brother, we are a family."

Song Changlin nodded, "Yes."

Song Changwen's eyes and tone were very sincere, "My sister's expectation of you is not to inherit the Song family, not to cultivate an heir to inherit the family business, but to want you to be safe."

In the next sentence, every word she uttered felt heavy.

After she finished speaking, she stared at Song Changlin's face without blinking, with a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

Song Changlin bent his lips and smiled bitterly, "But blindly pursuing peace can't protect the people you care about."

Slightly self-deprecating tone, very informative.

"Hey." Song Changwen sighed, "I don't know exactly what kind of background your mother has, but I can also guess that your mother entrusted me to protect you and protect you every step of the way. The background is definitely not simple."

Her voice paused for a moment, and then she continued: "The person you care about is nothing more than Lin Yiqian. Lin Yiqian has been in the entertainment industry smoothly these years. I wonder if you are helping secretly."

After speaking, she stared into Song Changlin's eyes, not missing any reaction.

Song Changlin didn't hide his reaction at all. He bent his lips and smiled and asked Song Changwen, "Did Nian Shen find anything?"

He was not surprised by Song Changwen's guess.

Song Changwen shook her head, "He hasn't found out yet, it's just my guess."

Song Changlin chuckled again, "Maybe he just doesn't want to admit it, and he doesn't want to accept everything I did for Xiaoyi."

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced into the room.

The feelings and emotions revealed in the eyes are very responsible, Song Changwen looked at it with distress and helplessness.

She stretched out her hand to hold Song Changlin's arm, and said with a smile, "It's your nephew after all, don't you think they're living like a devil dog now?"

Song Changlin looked away, and smiled back at Song Changwen, not answering her topic, "Go back."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to open the car door, bent down and clenched the inside of the car tightly.

He lives with Song Changwen now, and the two of them can go back together. Song Changwen wanted to chat with him, so she asked the driver to take the car to the meeting.

She walked around to Song Changlin's passenger seat, put on her seat belt, and Song Changlin sent the car away.

There is a pink crystal chain hanging on the rearview mirror of the car. The ornaments on it look childish and look like Gu Nianjia's style. They flicker as the car moves.

Especially at night, the lights of the street lamps shone on it, shining but not dazzling.

Song Changwen couldn't help reaching out, grabbed the snowflake pendant under the chain, rubbed it with her fingertips twice, then put it down, and turned to look at Song Changlin: "Jiajia is about to turn 20. Tell you what she wants?"

Song Changlin was a little surprised, turned his head and glanced at Song Changwen.

Then he said, "If you could go and give her a birthday present, I think it would make her happier than any present."

Song Changwen's expression changed and she didn't answer.

Turning his head and looking out of the car window, a pair of shrewd eyes were gradually stained with melancholy thoughts, mixed with a trace of unwillingness.