Although Song Wanting is not her benefactor, she is her friend, and she is a friend with trustworthy character and heart-to-heart friendship.

For such a friend, he is naturally full of sincerity.

What's more, Ye Chen always feels that Song Wanting's meaning to him is somewhat different from that of ordinary friends.

In Ye Chen's heart, he admired Song Wanting's personality and her behavior style very much.

Moreover, he felt that Song Wanting's fate was similar to his own. They were both born in a famous family, but their parents died young.

But her life was a little better than her own, at least she didn't leave the family and fall into another country.

Just because he admired Song Wanting's personality and felt sorry for her, Ye Chen wanted to take more care of her, which was a natural feeling in his heart.

Song Wanting deliberately didn't drive the car very fast, so that she would have more time to be alone with Ye Chen in the car.

The Song family villa and Tangchen Yipin where Ye Chen lived were separated by a magnificent Yangtze River, so when Song Wanting drove the car near the Yangtze River Bridge, she suddenly turned to look at Ye Chen, her eyes were full of expectation and said: "Master Ye, if you are not in a hurry to go home, can you accompany me to the riverside for a walk?"

Ye Chen nodded, and said, "Okay."

Song Wanting said happily: "Great, I know there is a place that is very quiet and there are few people going there. We can take a walk on the river beach and enjoy the breeze."

After speaking, Song Wanting drove the car to a small road along the river.

After driving the car for a kilometer or two, she parked the car on the side of the road and said to Ye Chen: "There is a road to go down here, let's get off here."

Ye Chen nodded, opened the car door and got out.

The weather is getting colder now, but it doesn't affect him much.

Song Wanting put on a furry coat, and inside was the noble and elegant evening dress she wore at the birthday party. She also held a red Hermes handbag in her hand.

A gust of cold wind hit her, her flowing long hair fluttered with the wind, and a few strands of black hair brushed against her face, making her look quite charming.

There is no front or back here, and there is no car. Song Wanting took a deep breath against the wind, and said with a smile: "When I was young, I always liked to be by the river. When I grow up, I get busier and have no time."

As she said that, she said to Ye Chen: "Master Ye, let's go down."

Ye Chen responded, and said, "Okay, but the stairs are a bit steep, so be careful when you go down."

Song Wanting shyly stretched out her soft hand and handed it to Ye Chen, and said softly: "Master Ye, can you help me? Otherwise, I'm afraid I will fall down"

In fact, she wasn't afraid of falling, but wanted to take this opportunity to get closer and closer to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen saw that the stone steps were really long and quite steep, extending from the embankment to the river beach. Song Wanting, a girl, if she really slipped and fell, the consequences would be disastrous.

So, he took Song Wanting's soft and tender hand, led her carefully, and walked down the stone steps.

At this time, there was no one on the river beach. Occasionally, a few ships with lights on passed by on the river, and the rumbling diesel engines were loud, but it didn't feel very noisy on the empty river.

After arriving on the river beach, Ye Chen let go of Song Wanting's hand, facing the cold wind on the river, said with a smile: "This place is really nice."

Song Wanting smiled slightly, stroked the black hair between her ears and temples, and said, "When I was young, I liked coming here the most. At that time, my father was busy with work, so my mother brought me here every day."

As she spoke, she sighed slightly melancholy, and said again: "At that time, my mother would drive me, park the car in the same place, and then walk down the same stone steps, just like you did just now, so carefully Take my hand."

Ye Chen nodded slightly.

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