Chapter 77 - Little 5 and Little 4 (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

It seems that this hairstyle salon is good indeed. At least I feel very worthy of the money I pay. No wonder Jojo almost regards it as a long-term stronghold.

When the hairdresser pulls Dorra out again, I am sitting on the sofa smoking to kill the boredom. But when I see her new look, I can’t help standing up.

The eye-catching explosive hairstyle is gone. Although the hair is not straightened, still slightly curled, but it is like a fine broken wave. In purity, there is a little girl’s playfulness. The heavy makeup on the face is gone, but the eyebrow lines are carefully repaired and there are some red halos on the cheeks. It is the girl’s natural blush, rather than artificial. Looking at the girl in front of me, it really reminds me of the innocent girl in the picture.

She even wears the girl’s casual dress I bought for her. The turtleneck sweater matches her complexion, and the jean shows the girl’s long legs full of youth.

“Very good!” I nod with satisfaction to the hairdresser and take out my credit card to him. Dorra’s face is a little weird. She comes up to me and says: “I’m so rustic.”

“Rustic?” I laugh, “This is just looking like a pretty little girl. Do you think the previous image you used to is really good?”

“Cut, that’s personality!” This little girl seems to be unable to change her mind for the moment.

“Personality?” I shake my head, “That explosive hair style is not suitable for your age, your face and skin color. Listen to me, hairdressers here are the most professional.”

She is still a little unhappy. But after she goes out, she finds some differences herself. Walking outside, the turning back rate from the passers-by has obviously increased a lot. Of course, although her explosive hairstyle won a lot of turning back too, but now, the eyes around her are more with men’s appreciations and women’s envies.

Isn’t that good? A girl should look like a girl.

Then I take her to dessert shop, and she sits opposite me with a spoon. She just a small spoon with a small spoon to feed herself Tiramisu. Her attitude towards me is getting closer and closer, and she is no longer rude, even looking at me with mild eyes.

Finally, she seems to hesitate for a long time: “Can I ask you a question?”

“What?”

“Are you a local? How did you know him? You seem not too old.”

“Who?” I laugh, “Your father?”

“That’s the guy.” The girl’s eyebrows are still a little disgusted.

I say seriously: “Dorra, do you hate your father?”

She’s sneering: “Should I apprecaite him?”

I am a little embarrassed, but slowly say: “Actually, your father is still caring about you.”

“Hum.” Another haze is reappearing on her face, “He? He left me and my mother alone and then ignored me for so many years… Thanks him for his concern!”

“At least he gives you money to let you go to a good school and make a living.”

“Chen Yang.” She is staring into my eyes. Her face likes an angry leopard, “I just have a little well-disposed for you. Don’t let me hate you again!”

I sigh and can only give up what I want to say in my heart. I don’t know much about Juan’s arrangements with Dorra. As for the fact how did Juan leave Dorra’s mother and her, I don’t know any detail about it either. So, it’s hard to say something.

“Still that question, how did you know him?” This little girl is still staring at me.

“I used to work for him. He was my boss.” I think better of it and answer.

“What do you do?” There is a curiosity in her eyes, “Today you beat them all by yourself. You seem to be very good at fighting. You’re not a gangster, are you?” Speaking of the word ‘gangster’, her face is not afraid, but of exciting and expecting.

I can only smile bitterly.

I’m only a few years older than her, but we all grew up with watching gangster movies. Nowadays, young people talk about underworld with the sense of curiosity and excitement – it’s just a side effect of those movies.

“No,” My answer dispells her curiosity, “I was one of your father’s assistants. Well, I was in charge of some of his business.”

“Does he have a business in our country? And in our city?” She asks.

“Um… I guess so.”

“Is he rich?” She seems curious, “I see you are driving a BMW. You worked for him and is driving such a car. His business must be very big.”

I smile and say: “That car is not mine. It’s my friend who came with me today. As for your father’s business, so far, uh, the situation is complicated. I have my own job here, and your father just entrusts me with some works personally.”

“Oh.” She doesn’t care at all, but keeps asking me, “So what are you doing here?”

I suddenly understand. This girl is not interesting in her father at all, but in me. Although I would like to talk about Juan with her very much, but considering her disgusting feeling with Juan now, it seems that it’s not the right time to have such a topic. I am also willing to further improve my relationship with her.

“I’m working for an entertainment company, mainly responsible for the planning and organizing some business activities.” I laugh and say, “For example, some singers’ concerts, some commercial performances, and something like that.”

“Then why can you fight so well?” She puts down her spoon and looking at me with her hands on her cheeks.

“I practiced kongfu for some years.”

“Kongfu?” She’s laughing, “How many people you can fight with on your own?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Where did you practice kongfu?”

“You really not a gangster?”

“Have you ever hurt anyone?”

For these similar questions, I try to satisfy her curiosity. Finally, she’s asking another question: “How many people can you really fight by your own?”

“It’s not that simple.” I laugh bitterly, “Those who have practiced kongfu, that is, they are more agile than ordinary people, or they know some powerful methods of how to hurt people. When there are many people, I will be beaten and have to run away as well. Practicing kongfu is mostly for the sake of physical fitness. Generally speaking, three or five ordinary people, I can deal with without a big problem, if the other party is armed, then I will definitely be injured. Today’s situation was not that tough. The other side were just some of the lowest little messes, I just quickly knocked down two, the rest of them were afraid. If they’re the kind of tough roles, the kind of whom have the balls, fierce to fight hard with me, I’m sure I would not so relax. I’m afraid I would be seriously injured when I finished cleaning them up.”

I immediately dispel the unrealistic fantasy in this girl’s mind. I have a faint smell of something bad. Does she want me to be her thug?

She’s curling her lips, probably feeling my answer is a little nonsense. Just at that time, there comes a ringing tone in her pocket. She picks it up and looks at the number. Her face is showing a trace of disgust. After receiving it, she’s shouting: “Hey, Didn’t I tell you not to call me?”

I smile, probably a boy she played with.

But then she’s talking quite a while with the other side of the phone, and her face improves slightly.

“Tonight? Still the original place? OK, I’m sure to come tonight!”

When she hangs up, she looks at me expectantly: “Can you accompany me to a place?”

I frown: “Where are you going at night?”

“Go and play!” she’s saying with animate expression, “Take you to a fun place!”

“A Fun place?” I curl my lips and speak out several famous Discos in one breath. The little girl is just shaking her head when she’s hearing. Instead, she looks at me and says, “Are you familiar with these places? Next time, let’s go and play?” Then, looking at my poor face, she changes her tone quickly, “No, not Disco, it’s somewhere else.”

Looting at her face, I can’t help asking: “What are you going to do?”

“Cut! You such a big man, why’s always so weak-minded?” She has a disdainful tone, “Will I harm you?”

I sigh and say to myself, Anyway, I just follow her. Nothing really matters while I’m beside her. Blockage is no better than sparseness. Blindly coercion, I am afraid it will cause her rebellious psychology. Teenagers are all rebellious.

Of course, I also make up my mind that if she wants to do something unusual, I would take her home by force immediately!

Seeing me nodding, she’s cheering and jumping out of her seat. She takes me to pay in a hurry and running all the way out, urging me to drive her home.

We go to the building where she lives, but she doesn’t go upstairs: “You just wait, I’ll take my vehicle!”

“Take the vehicle?” I’m confused, “Don’t I drive the car?”

“Cut!” She puts up a middle finger to me in a disdainful manner, “Please! How can this car be seen? If drive your car, I’ll be laughed to death!”

I am at a loss.

BMW! Can’t be seen? Which car does she want to drive?

“Uncle! Your car is driven by the old men!” When she finishes this word, she skips to the iron house under the building, takes out a key and opens one of the doors.