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

We are brother and sister." Mili and Dot walked towards him and held him. "If Baker dares to bully you again, we

Rabi smiled

each other, little Dawny reached out his

younger brother, they ran happily to him and

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

the Flying Chess and played

also play Flying Chess, so he climbed to the

smart that he would definitely

if 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

nodded. He rolled her eyes for two times

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, stroking his little head.

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

would fail every time, and Mili's marble was not as good as

brother, he had many advantages over his

Mommy's baby is awesome." Essie thumbed

four kids played Flying Chess.

feeding

time. His little sun was

Rabi. Other women could only love their own children,

fastest. He clapped his hands happily

for four times and every time was six point."

best." The baby raised his eyebrows and didn't seem to realize that he was the youngest baby.

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

Why are you stressed?" Rabi

elder brother. I'm less stressed." Dot smiled.

he grows up." Mili covered

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

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

destined

brother, Rabi needed to show it. His mommy had praised him so

He couldn't fall behind, lest his classmates

playing the Flying Chess, he went into his room and moved out the

make ice cream

the same time in

the

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

milkshake,

made Mili's favorite strawberry ice cream.

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

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

him, give