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

brother and sister." Mili and Dot walked towards him and held him. "If Baker dares to

Rabi smiled

little Dawny reached out his hands and

brother, they

until he grew up. If she told him too early, it would cast

the Flying Chess and played it with Mili

he climbed to the yellow seat and

son was so smart that he would definitely be the king of the world in

you 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 be an excellent fashion designer. Everyone has his or her

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

make many 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, Rabi is good at playing marble. You can win a

light, as if small stars were twinkling. He had never

at making ice cream. It would fail every time,

brother, he had many advantages over his

baby is awesome." Essie thumbed up.

played Flying Chess.

was feeding them

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

could only love their own children, and they would

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

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

The baby raised his eyebrows and didn't

but is bluer than the plant it comes from."

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

elder brother. I'm less

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

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

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

was destined to

praised him so many advantages

fall behind, lest his

the Flying Chess, he went into his room

I'll make ice

the same time in

to mix the milk shake and

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

He made a good milkshake, and

Mili's favorite

flavors of ice cream for his two younger brothers, mommy and

knew that Rabi was a very considerate child, He was also very sensitive. He didn't want to disappoint his parents or be looked down upon by his

more about him, give him confidence, and let him grow