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.

Mommy and Daddy's biological child?" Rabi asked

walked towards him and held him. "If Baker dares to bully you again,

smiled

reached out his hands and

saw their younger brother, they

at the children, Essie breathed a sigh of relief. She had to tell Rabi's identity until he grew up. If she told him too early,

of the Flying

so he climbed to the yellow seat and

play chess. His son was so smart that he would definitely be the king of the world in the

you are not smart. Look at Mommy. Although I am not as intelligent as Daddy, I can still be

rolled her eyes for

also have a good calligraphy. And you can play table billiards. You play

were twinkling. He

would fail every time,

brother, he had many advantages over his

is awesome." Essie thumbed up.

four kids played Flying

feeding them

was the most beautiful, intelligent

women could only love their own children, and they would not care about other people's children, especially

his chess ran the fastest. He clapped

you the reincarnation of the God of gamblers? You have thrown the dice for four times and every time was six point." Mili

raised his eyebrows and didn't seem to realize that he

but is bluer than the plant it comes from." Dot touched his little head and said, "You're so smart.

Why are you stressed?"

my elder brother. I'm less

be smarter than us when he grows up." Mili covered

death, and he even won the fight with the king

seemed to understand what they were talking about. He grinned and didn't intend to

at 'his son', Walt was overjoyed. His son was destined to be different from others

Rabi needed to show it. His mommy had praised him so many advantages just now, and he had

He couldn't fall behind,

his room and moved out

make ice cream for

same time in case their

began to mix the milk shake and

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

aspect. He made a good milkshake, and even Mili and Dot were not

made Mili's favorite strawberry

he made other flavors of ice cream for his two younger brothers, mommy and uncle.

a very considerate child, He was also very sensitive. He didn't want to disappoint his parents or be

about him, give