Quick Wear: Daji is a Bad Woman

For three days in a row, Brother Long would come over and let Daji watch from the sidelines.

With Brother Long's threat, Sister Daying didn't dare to do anything to Daji, so she let her out and warned, "If you don't obey me, I'll deal with you when Brother Long gets tired of you."

Daji lowered her head and said yes.

Daji has become obedient, but not completely obedient. She still puts on makeup and stands outside in the street every day, but in the afternoon, she will tell stories to the women in the lobby.

The women were also silent as always, listening to Daji tell all kinds of bizarre stories.

These stories are basically in the mission world where Daji has been, especially when it comes to Wude becoming the queen, Daji still sighs with longing.

"Wu De can become a queen in a feudal society, so can I also become a queen?"

Finally someone couldn't help laughing out loud.

Daji continued to talk without paying attention, and when she talked about the moving performance, the women who played cards stopped and listened intently, and the women who closed their eyes in a daze also opened their eyes.

Everyone still didn't speak, but their eyes all fell on Daji in unison.

The afternoon sun came in from outside, and a few rays of light fell on her body. Her vivid tone and exaggerated expression, like a flower that would never wither, infected every woman.

The numb expressions of the women began to change differently. Some people couldn't help but evoked a heartfelt smile, and some people's calm as stagnant eyes also had waves.

In addition to telling stories, Daji also talked about some practical knowledge points. Everyone's empty eyes became more and more active, and finally some people couldn't help but began to ask questions, asking Daji questions.

Being able to ask questions means that you have started to think. Once a person starts to have the ability to think, he is no longer a cold tool.

A week later, Daji's injuries were all healed, and Brother Long still came to her every day. On this day, when Brother Long was lying on the bed, showing blood-stained wounds on his body, Daji was startled and blurted out: "You are injured!" gone."

Piao Piao gave Daji a look, telling her not to say more, Brother Long stopped undressing and let Piao Piao go out.

Piao Piao looked at Daji worriedly before leaving.

Injuries are commonplace for Long Ge.

"Do you know the Latin King?"

Daji shook her head in confusion.

Brother Long lit a cigarette and let the wounds on his body ooze blood. Daji couldn't bear it, and tore off the hem of her skirt to bandage him. Brother Long looked at the busy woman on her chest and flicked the ash.

Brother Long tore off his clothes and pointed to the tattoo on his chest.

The tattoo is a clover, and Daji boasted sincerely: "It's so beautiful."

Brother Long chuckled: "This doesn't mean romance, but a representative of Latin King members."

"What is the Latin King?"

Brother Long looked like he had never seen the world, and then said: "It is the most powerful gang organization in the world."

Brother Long proudly showed Daji the story of the Latin King. This is a gang organization that spreads all over the world, wanders in gray areas, and has great influence.

"I'm in charge of the management of the red light district."

It's management, but it's actually collecting protection fees.

Daji understood that places like red light districts are often accompanied by other gray industrial chains.

When Daji took the initiative to attract customers to Brother Long, she also saw his aura. He looked like a messy person, and this kind of person was useful to her.

Daji looked at Brother Long with a look of admiration: "You are amazing, Brother Long, you are my god."

It was not the first time Brother Long had heard such flattering words, but it was particularly convincing from Daji's mouth. Her sincere eyes made people feel that she was praising from the heart.

The corners of Brother Long's mouth curled up stiffly, he was used to being fierce, and he didn't know how to smile.

Brother Long was in a happy mood, and patted his chest to reassure: "Don't worry, I'm here, that fat woman Daying dare not do anything to you."

Daji patted his hand away distressedly: "Take it easy, it's still bleeding."

Brother Long is a native of Ghana, and his biological mother is unknown. He grew up picking up garbage and eating. He started as a gangster at the bottom of the Latin King, suffered countless injuries, and wandered on the edge of life and death several times. Head of the Red Light District.

This is the first time anyone cared about him.

Brother Long is a person who crawled through the mud. He has seen too much darkness and suffered too much. When he saw Daji's clean and bright eyes, Brother Long suddenly felt that this should not be her place.

Daji moved more gently, and carefully tied a bow tie: "Such a big wound must be very painful. I have been in pain for a long time since I was hit."

Brother Long's eyes fell on the scar on Daji's chest. The round and pink scar was an eyesore.

Brother Long didn't speak, watched Daji finish bandaging himself, and said, "I won't come tomorrow."

Daji paused, her voice was a little lonely: "Aren't you coming?"

"There is a batch of goods to be delivered." Brother Long thought of something, and took out a stack of paper money: "This is for you, you don't need to pick up customers tomorrow."

Daji took the money, and obediently said yes.

"Kiss me." Brother Long turned his head uncomfortably, thinking about the way Daji kissed him before, his heart became hot.

Women in the red-light district don't know how to kiss their customers, and the customers think their mouths are dirty, so they won't kiss them.

But ever since Brother Long kissed Daji, he felt that she was not dirty, and even had a sweet smell. Kissing her was happier than kissing those women before.

Daji blushed and leaned down to kiss him, just scratching the surface, the fragrant and soft touch caused ripples in Longge's heart lake.

She is very different from the women in the red light district, she is not dirty.

Brother Long clasped Daji's head and kissed it.

The atmosphere between the two became more and more fiery and ambiguous.

When the kiss was deep, Daji gently pushed him away, her expression blurred and distressed, and her voice was soft: "Don't, you have injuries."

This look and tone completely ignited Brother Long, Daji's remaining words were swallowed into his mouth, warm and lingering.

When Brother Long left, he gave Sister Daying a wad of money: "Ruyi is my woman, so don't force her to pick up customers in the future."

Sister Daying was shocked. The client liked a prostitute and would get tired of it within a week. This Ruyi actually caught Brother Long. She couldn't tell that she was quite capable as a newcomer, so Sister Daying agreed tremblingly.

After Brother Long left, Daji opened her eyes and got up from the bed, opened the door, walked up to Sister Daying and stretched out her hand: "Here."

"What?" Sister Daying didn't realize it for a moment.

Daji snatched the money that Brother Long gave just now from her hand.

Sister Daying frowned, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing, it's the wrong way."

Sister Daying's voice was so loud that she woke up the sleeping women, and everyone opened the door and poked their heads out quietly.

Daji collected the money, and said slowly: "This is my selling money, I should accept it myself."

"I worked hard all night, and you took all the money. If the guests don't give tips, I don't have a penny. Sister Daying, you are too unkind. The dishwashing outside still has wages."