The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1095

Chapter 1095: 528 Large-scale Fall from Horse (2 updates)_3

Immediately, she turned toward the young couple with a mockingly playful smile, "I’ll settle accounts with you after the New Year is over!"

She turned around and, holding Yu Yaya’s hand, went to the main room.

Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow at a certain someone, "Did you hear that? I’ll settle accounts with you after the New Year."

Xiao Hen tugged faintly at the corner of his lips, "It’s as if you’re not the one who should be settling accounts with me, Gu Jiaojiao. Your situation is worse than mine."

Gu Jiaojiao! What’s this new nickname?

Xiao Hen had blurted it out unbidden, and after saying it, he felt quite pleased with it.

He suddenly curled his lips upward and called out again, "Gu Jiaojiao."

Gu Jiao opened her mouth, pondered for two seconds, and looked at him meaningfully, "Since we’re even now, then tonight you..."

Before she could finish, his slender fingertips gently pressed against her soft lips, "No, you can’t, no peeks."

Gu Jiao’s face darkened!

...

Since the cat was out of the bag, Xiao Hen straightforwardly entered the main room without further concealment.

However, everyone’s attention was momentarily not on his leg, and although glancing around they vaguely felt something was off, they couldn’t quite figure it out immediately.

The Yao Family was also being mischievous; she wouldn’t remind them, and sat watching as they scared themselves.

"Brother-in-law, please sit," Gu Xiaoshun offered Xiao Hen a seat.

Xiao Hen and the little monk were the stars of the birthday celebration, sitting side by side on the long bench.

They normally didn’t celebrate such birthdays; it was the little monk who celebrated every year. Thanks to him, everyone in the family had started celebrating birthdays.

The only ones missed were Gu Jiao and Gu Yan’s birthdays. Gu Jiao was on the way to the border, so she didn’t celebrate, and Gu Yan didn’t either.

Gu Yan said he’d wait and celebrate with Jiaojiao next year.

"Little monk, here," Gu Yan handed over a clay sculpture he had made himself to the little monk. This year, it finally wasn’t an empty house but a small fish pond, complete with two ugly fish carved from white radishes.

The gift he gave to Xiao Hen was not a fish pond but a courtyard, which, combined with last year’s gift, precisely formed a little residential courtyard, an ingenious thought indeed.

Gu Xiaoshun gave two calligraphy brush holders to the pair, one large, one small. They were exquisitely made and engraved with poetry.

The little monk adored it, and Xiao Hen was also very pleased.