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.

I'm Mommy and Daddy's biological child?" Rabi

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

smiled through tears.

and sister hugging each other, little Dawny reached out his hands and said, "Brothers, sister, hug.

their younger brother, they ran happily to him and

had to tell Rabi's identity until he grew up. If she told him

of the Flying

Flying Chess, so he climbed to the yellow seat

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

smart. Look at Mommy. Although I am not as intelligent as Daddy,

Rabi nodded. He rolled her eyes for two times and

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 lot

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

at making ice cream. It would fail every time, and

that as the elder brother, he had

is awesome." Essie thumbed

played Flying Chess.

feeding them fruits.

looked at her from time to time. His little sun was the

women could only love their own children, and

He clapped his hands happily

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

and didn't seem to realize that he was the

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

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

my elder brother. I'm less stressed."

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

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

and didn't intend to be modest at all. Perhaps

Walt was overjoyed. His son was destined to be different from

His mommy had praised him so many advantages

behind, lest his

went into his room and moved out the

make ice cream

kids nodded at the same time in case their

began to mix the milk

orange and uncle likes coconut," he murmured to himself as he added some juice. He remembered

milkshake, and even Mili

made Mili's favorite strawberry

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

a very considerate child, He was also very sensitive. He didn't want to

she had to care more about him, give him