Bloodline contract: Mr. Nan, lightly hug

In an instant, his whole body was about to be drenched.

Tears are rolling down with the rain...

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a big black umbrella suddenly appeared above his head, covering him from the rain that was falling more and more.

Raising his head, Ji Muyun saw that cheek clearly.

God!I thought that only Nan Hanxi could have such a beautiful face in this world.

The person in front of him was also Pan Anmei, a rare man in a century.

Seeing him in a daze, the man smiled sweetly and said, "Get up quickly! The ground is already soaked by rain, and if you kneel down again, you will catch a cold."

After hearing this, Ji Muyun hurriedly stood up and smiled awkwardly.

Then he quickly bowed in gratitude.

"Well, my name is Ji Muyun, thank you for holding the umbrella for me..."

The little brother who was covering him smiled again and answered him.

"Hello, my name is An Zihao. I happened to come here to pay respects to a relative of mine. I met you unexpectedly. Interest must be fate! Let's talk as we walk! Otherwise, we're really going to be big soon, and we can't even talk about it." There's no shelter from the rain! I remember a little gazebo in front."

I don't know why, before Ji Muyun was very timid and shy in front of Mo Shangren.

But in front of this An Zihao, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy, and always liked to be close to him.

The two soon came to the only straw pavilion in the cemetery that could shelter from the rain.

And it was pouring rain outside.

With a sweet smile on his face, An Zihao put the umbrella away helplessly, then shook his head.

"Hey, it looks like we won't be able to leave for a while~! By the way, Xiao Ji, what do you do?"

Ji Muyun twisted the rainwater from his trousers, and then hurriedly answered him.

"That... I'm an internet author, and I write about suspense... But now I'm a little bit of a jerk, hee hee."

When it came to rushing to the street, he himself was a little embarrassed to scratch the back of his head.

This action made An Zihao purse his lips and laugh.

But soon he pretended to be very surprised and replied.

"Really? That's such a coincidence! I'm also an author. I used to write suspenseful ghost stories, but now I'm writing fantasy... It seems that the two of us have something in common!"

Knowing that An Zihao was also the author, Ji Muyun was stunned.

How is this possible?

He thought that all those good-looking people would go to film TV dramas, or become models!

Unexpectedly, there are such good-looking people among the Internet authors!

However, this immediately shortened the distance between him and An Zihao.

In an instant, the two of them kept chatting on the subject of writing a book.

Unknowingly, the heavy rain outside has stopped.

But the two of them still had a lot to say.

Ji Muyun wanted to be friends with him, but he was too embarrassed to speak up.

Fortunately, An Zihao said with a smile: "Since the two of us hit it off so well, and we're still studying suspense, why don't we leave a contact information and make friends? From now on, I'll call you Mu Yun, and you call me Zihao, okay?" good?"

Seeing that he said what he wanted, Ji Muyun hurriedly nodded happily.

After leaving each other's contact information, he took the taxi back.

On the other hand, An Zihao looked at the direction he was leaving with eyes full of satisfaction.

"Mu Yun, you have finally returned to my side. This time, I will never give you up to Nan Hanxi again. In this life, I, An Zihao, will protect you!"