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They are still sitting in the night market intact, it must be that Sak didn't take Mo Xiangwan's matter to heart.Fiction Rankings
Thinking of this, Fang Xing calmed down a lot. He took Mo Xiangwan through the busy night market, walked along the moat, and walked to an ordinary residential area. After turning left and right, he finally took Mo Xiangwan into a Attic of a three-storey house.

Mo Xiangwan looked around, most of the houses in this area were houses of this height, and they looked like they had been around for a long time.

Most of the top floors are platforms, except for the small and dilapidated attics, there are wires of various colors and thicknesses, and some people even hang clothes on the wires that pass across them.

Fang Xing opened the small door of the attic in front of him, "The place is small and a bit messy, don't be disgusted!" [

Mo Xiangwan shook her head hastily. She was born as a commoner. When her family was struggling, she lived a harder life than this.

"Brother Fang, don't say that! I'm too embarrassed to stay here!" Mo Xiangwan bowed his head in embarrassment.

Fang Xing laughed, he didn't let Mo Xiangwan in, he went in first, cleaned up a bit, and then let Mo Xiangwan into the room.

Mo Xiangwan looked around. Although the sparrow was small and well-equipped, it had a complete range of household furniture and electrical appliances, and everything was neatly organized into different categories.

"Brother Fang, how long have you lived here?" The roof was so cramped that Mo Xiangwan had no choice but to sit down.

Fang Xing poured Mo Xiangwan a glass of water, "It's been more than three years! Ever since my business failed, I've moved to this loft because the rent is low!"

The two chatted for a while, Fang Xing took his clothes and went to a simple bathroom next to the attic to change. After changing, he went downstairs to a nearby small shop and bought basic daily necessities for Mo Xiangwan.

Poor Mo Xiangwan's bags and suitcases are still thrown in the nightclub. If it weren't for the money next to him, Mo Xiangwan really doesn't know what to do.

But not much money!

Fang Xing comforted her and said that after two days, he would calm down a bit, and he would go to the store while no one was paying attention, and if he could find it, he would secretly drag the suitcase back to her. After all, changing clothes and daily necessities is a big deal. Expenses, not to mention her passport and the like.

After telling Mo Xiangwan about some common problems, Fang Xing carried a simple luggage bag and said that he was going to join his friends.

Mo Xiangwan kept sending Fang Xing downstairs, and Fang Xing hurried her back, "Go up and rest quickly! Remember to fasten the door! There are a few drunks around here, and they love to knock on the door in the middle of the night. You don't want to. open!"

As soon as Fang Xing left, Mo Xiangwan immediately returned to the small attic on the top floor with her shoulders in her arms. For safety, she didn't even dare to open the windows for ventilation, and inserted the door and window latches firmly, only waiting for flies They couldn't even fly in, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Chiang Mai has a hot climate, due to the surrounding mountains and shaded trees, the temperature varies greatly during the day.

Mo Xiangwan was lying on the bed with all her clothes on. After a while, she felt the cold air coming from the cracks in the mat under her, making her shoulders icy cold.

She pulled off the blanket next to her and covered herself, tossing and turning like pancakes, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

She was obviously exhausted physically and mentally, as if she could feel drowsy at any time, but she couldn't fall asleep when she was lying on a relatively comfortable bed.

At the end of the street where Mo Xiangwan was staying, a black limousine was crawling motionless like a beast in the dark.