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 with his eyes wide

him and held him. "If Baker dares to bully you

smiled through tears.

other, little Dawny reached out his hands and said,

the children saw their younger brother, they ran happily to

had to tell Rabi's identity until he grew up. If she told him too early, it would cast a shadow in his heart and be very disadvantageous to his growth.

took the cushion of the Flying Chess and played

play Flying Chess, so he climbed to the yellow seat and

was so smart that he would

don't have a high score of intelligence, that doesn't mean you are not smart. Look at Mommy. Although I am not as intelligent as Daddy, I can still

for two times and asked, "Mommy, what's my

flavors of ice cream. You also have a good calligraphy. And you can play table billiards. You play it better than Mili and Dot. Besides,

were twinkling. He had never known that he was so good if it were for his

at making ice cream. It would fail every

that as the elder brother, he had

awesome."

played Flying

feeding them

her from time to time. His little sun was the most beautiful, intelligent and kind-hearted woman

women could only love their own children, and they would

fastest. He clapped his hands happily with a

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

eyebrows and didn't seem to realize that

it comes from." Dot touched his little head and said, "You're so smart.

stressed. Why are you stressed?" Rabi looked

my elder brother.

Dawny will be smarter than us when he grows up." Mili covered her mouth and giggled.

Dot nodded. His brother had passed the jaws of death, and he even won the fight

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

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

His mommy had praised him so many advantages just now, and

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

he went into his room

I'll make ice cream for

the same time

mix the milk shake and fruit.

and uncle likes coconut," he murmured to himself as

indeed very talented in this aspect. He made a good milkshake, and

he made Mili's favorite

made other flavors of ice cream for his two younger brothers,

sensitive. He didn't want to disappoint his parents or be looked down upon by his brother and sister.

to care more about him, give him confidence, and