Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 1145 - 1148: Joyfully Gaining Twins 7

Leng Tong bought roses at the fastest speed and placed them by Gu Shaocheng’s side. When she saw the two girls sketched on the paper, she widened her eyes in disbelief, completely unable to believe her eyes for a moment, "Sir, I didn’t expect you to have the artistic talent of a painter."

Gu Shaocheng was animated, holding a pen and sketching on the paper, "My daughter."

The corner of Leng Tong’s eye twitched, and after a moment, she understood his words, then sneaked a glance at the expression on the gentleman’s face: "Didn’t you say it was a boy? Why did you draw a girl?"

Gu Shaocheng raised an eyebrow: "Who told you I liked boys?"

"Haven’t you always liked boys?"

Isn’t that obvious? Everyone’s eyes are wide open, anxious for a son, who doesn’t know?

From the very beginning, he wanted a son and wouldn’t even allow anyone to mention the word daughter in front of him, fearing they might jinx it away, which was particularly exaggerated, leaving Miss Chen Xing to frequently complain under his oppressive arrogance.

What’s going on with him today?

Falling in love with the idea of having a daughter all of a sudden?

Did the sun rise from the west?

Instinctively glanced at the sky, the sun wasn’t in the west either!

"Which eye of yours saw that I’ve always liked boys?" Gu Shaocheng said coldly, "I’ve always liked girls! How can you get that wrong and still expect to work for me?"

Leng Tong: "..."

"Look, isn’t my daughter beautiful?"

Gu Shaocheng drew five sheets of white paper, depicting five versions of a daughter on each, mixing and recombining features unrelated to them and Chenxing. Each sketch had a different expression, from which some clues could be drawn, even clearly portraying the character of each little princess in the drawing.

Cute type, stunning type, cold and elegant type, pure type, noble type.

Gu Shaocheng waved his hand, calling over the bodyguards who were each spending time on their own: "See which type my daughter should be."

"Why is it a daughter, sir, wasn’t it a son?"

Thus, Gu Shaocheng once again put on a serious face, his eyes sharp as knives, remaining silent.

But that cold gaze, intimidating without anger, with such a significant aura, was truly frightening.

Those who understood the look awkwardly chuckled: "Haha, daughters are great, daughters are great, little princesses are the cutest."

With the first perceptive one speaking, the others promptly became sycophantic.

So, several bodyguards began discussing the future little princess very cooperatively.

"Sir, I like this little girl, the cute type. Girls should be a bit cute."

The corners of Gu Shaocheng’s mouth slightly curved, showing satisfaction.

Seeing his softened expression, the group of subordinates became even more ingratiating.

"The cold and elegant type is also nice, I like that type. The eyes resemble you, sir, and I think when Miss Chen Xing gives birth, it’ll probably be that type. They say daughters look more like their fathers!"

Gu Shaocheng’s expression grew even more pleased.

"The noble type, a true lady, would be a match for sir’s daughter."

"The pure type is not bad either, like Miss Chen Xing, appealing in its own right."

"Sir’s daughter will surely be beautiful, with such good genes."

Gu Shaocheng’s gaze was as proud as a peacock spreading its tail, carefully putting away the five sketches, in a joyful mood, and handed the portraits he sketched to Leng Tong, "Take these, have someone use them as prototypes, create five photo renderings, and make them into doll-type little girls, then send them back."