A Beautiful Misunderstanding

In the Rong Mansion, a flash of hatred flashed through Leila's eyes when she saw Essie.

Now she had transferred her hatred for Zac to her, and she hated her twice.

Walt was sitting on the sofa and playing with the little baby.

The baby liked him very much. As soon as he saw him, he would stretch out his hand and call him 'Uncle'.

He thought this was the connection between father and son.

After all, the baby was his son.

Essie brought his favorite fruit paste to him.

As soon as he saw her, the baby jumped on Walt's legs happily. "Mommy, eat fruit, eat fruit!"

"Fruit is here, baby." Smiling, Essie was about to take her son over.

"Let me feed him," said Walt with a smile.

Essie nodded and handed him the fruit pulp.

The baby couldn't wait any longer. He opened his mouth wide and said, "Eat fruit. Eat fruit."

"Here comes fruit, my little glutton." Walt looked at him dotingly and fed him a spoon of fruit paste.

The kids came back from school.

Rabi lowered his head, looking very depressed.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why do you look unhappy?" asked Essie, squatting down and looking at him.

Rabi blinked his eyes, and a drop of tear fell down from his eyes. "Baker said that both my brother and sister are prodigies, but I'm a fool. I don't look like my parents. I must have been adopted, not your own child."

Hearing that, Essie trembled violently and held him tightly in her arms. "Mommy's baby, you are very smart. You can dress yourself, wash your hands, tuck yourself in, recognize many words and recite many poems. Baker is talking nonsense. Don't listen to him anymore."

"Yes, brother. Baker is nothing like you. He said that because he was jealous of you." Mili was very angry. It seemed that the bad boy Baker deserved to be beaten. How dare he bully her brother.

"But I'm not as smart as you. You're all geniuses, and so is little Dawny. Only I'm not." Rabi lowered his head, looking self-abased and depressed.

"Brother, the three of us are smart like Daddy, and you are kind of like mommy. Didn't Daddy call Mommy little muddle-headed fool?" said Dot.

"So I'm not smart because I am like Mommy?" Raising his head, Rabi looked at Essie.

"Yes, if you are all smart like Daddy, Mommy will be so lonely. Fortunately, you are like Mommy. Mommy is too happy." Essie kissed his little face.

"Yes, just because you are like Mommy, Mommy loves you the most," Mili said with a smile.

biological child?" Rabi asked

brother and sister." Mili and Dot walked towards him and held him. "If Baker dares to bully you again, we will beat

Rabi smiled through

Dawny reached out his hands and

saw their younger brother, they ran happily to him and hugged him.

a sigh of relief. She had to tell Rabi's identity until he grew up. If she told him too early, it would cast a shadow in

Rabi took the cushion of the Flying Chess and played it with Mili and

Chess, so he climbed to the yellow seat and

beside him and watched him play chess. His son was so smart that he would definitely be

I am not as intelligent as Daddy, I can still be an excellent fashion designer. Everyone

eyes for two times and asked, "Mommy,

make many flavors of ice cream. You also have a good calligraphy. And you can play table billiards. You play it

with bright light, as if small stars were twinkling. He had never known that he

fail every time, and Mili's marble was

seemed that as the elder brother, he had many advantages

baby is awesome." Essie thumbed

played Flying

feeding

was the most beautiful, intelligent

their own children, and they would not care

the baby boy was the smallest, his chess ran the fastest. He clapped his hands happily with

of gamblers? You have thrown the dice for

baby raised his eyebrows and didn't seem to realize that he was the youngest baby.

it comes from." Dot

I'm not stressed. Why are you stressed?" Rabi

right. You are my elder brother. I'm less stressed." Dot

us when he grows up."

and he even won the fight with the king of hell. It could be seen that his intelligence

He grinned and didn't intend to be modest at all. Perhaps he inherited the narcissistic genes of

'his son', Walt was overjoyed. His son was destined

to show it. His mommy had praised him so many

couldn't fall behind, lest his classmates would make fun of him

Chess, he went into his room and moved out

I'll make ice cream

same time in case

mix the milk shake

likes coconut," he murmured to himself as he added some juice. He remembered everyone's taste

talented in this aspect. He made a good milkshake, and even Mili and Dot

Mili's favorite strawberry ice

made other flavors of ice cream for his two younger

He was also very sensitive. He didn't want to disappoint his parents

him, give him confidence, and let