The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories - Chapter 208 - 210 [210] Game’s Punishment 5

At the beginning of the game, there is a small broken boat, and the whole family lives on the boat, which is leaking from wind and rain.

Huo Xi didn’t panic at all, rowed the small broken boat vigorously and started to make a fortune. If you don’t pay attention, you will become a rich man in the south of the Yangtze River.

It’s time to return to Beijing to take revenge and regain your identity. Take mine and return it! Eat mine and spit it out!

A black-bellied person: It’s lonely alone, why don’t you take me with you?

Huo Xixing’s eyes widened: Hurry up and hand over Xie Jin and leave! Don’t delay my sacking.

A black-bellied person: I won’t leave. How dare you play tricks on the grace of saving your life? Since then, you should promise each other with your body, be like a cow or a horse, and let yourself be driven.

Huo Xi: Huh? Set sacks together?

A black belly: go!

- Description from novelbuddy

Broken-hearted and drunk, Yoshida, a 26-years old salaryman, stumbled upon a runaway-from-home high-schooler on his way back from the bar.

“Hey, you. JK.”*

“What the heck are you doing out here. Go home already.”

“Uncle, let me stay at your place for the night.”

“You can do ‘that’ to me if you let me stay.”

“If you meant that as a joke, it’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking. It’s fine by me.”

“Then allow me to tell you that I have no interest in brats.”

“Hmm?”

“Then, just let me stay.”

Notes:

[*] JK is slang for Joushikousei (high school girl)

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