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.

Rabi asked with

and Dot walked towards him and held him. "If

smiled

sister hugging each other, little Dawny reached out his

the children saw their younger brother, they ran

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 his

of the Flying

Flying Chess, so he climbed

play chess. His son was so smart

at Mommy. Although I am not as intelligent as Daddy, I can still be an excellent fashion designer. Everyone has his or her own advantages. The most important thing is to display his or

Rabi nodded. He rolled her eyes for two times and asked, "Mommy, what's

cream. You also have a good calligraphy. And you can play table billiards. You play it better than Mili and Dot. Besides, Rabi is good at playing marble. You can win a lot of marble every time," praised Essie,

big eyes twinkled with bright light, as if small stars were twinkling. He had

good at making ice cream. It would fail every time, and Mili's marble was not as good

that as the elder brother, he had many advantages over his younger brother

is awesome." Essie thumbed up.

kids played

feeding

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

love their own children, and they would not

was the smallest, his chess ran the fastest. He clapped his hands happily with a complacent expression, making everyone

of the God of gamblers? You have thrown the dice for four times and every time was

eyebrows and didn't seem

but is bluer than the plant it comes from." Dot touched his little

not stressed. Why are you stressed?" Rabi

my elder brother. I'm less

us when he grows up." Mili covered her mouth and giggled.

he even won the fight with

intend to be modest at all. Perhaps he inherited the narcissistic genes

was destined to be different from others since he

Rabi needed to show it. His mommy had praised him

brothers and sister were all geniuses. He couldn't fall behind,

went into his room and moved out the ice

make

nodded at the same time in case their

to mix the milk shake and fruit.

likes cherry flavor. Mommy likes orange and uncle likes coconut," he murmured to himself as he added some juice. He remembered everyone's taste

made a good milkshake, and even

made Mili's favorite strawberry

flavors of ice cream for his

didn't want to disappoint his parents or

she had to care more about him, give him confidence, and let him grow