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 asked with his eyes

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

Rabi smiled

reached out his hands and said, "Brothers, sister, hug. Let's hug

they ran

sigh of relief. She had to tell Rabi's identity until he grew up. If she told him too early, it would cast a

of the Flying Chess and played it with Mili and Dot.

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

sat beside him and watched him play chess. His son was so smart

let me tell you. Even 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 or her own advantages. The most important thing is to display his or her own

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

brother and sister, 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 lot of marble every time," praised Essie, stroking

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

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

elder brother, he had

baby is awesome."

kids played Flying

was feeding them

was the most beautiful, intelligent and kind-hearted woman

women could only love their own children, and they would not care about

fastest. He clapped his hands happily with

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 his

his eyebrows and didn't seem to realize that

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

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

are my elder brother. I'm less stressed."

us when he

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

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

overjoyed. His son was destined to

mommy had praised him so many advantages just

all geniuses. He couldn't fall behind, lest his

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

I'll make

kids nodded at the same time in case their brother would be

began to mix the

uncle likes

very talented in this aspect. He made a good milkshake, and even Mili and Dot were not as good

made Mili's favorite strawberry

ice cream for his two younger

very considerate child, He was also very sensitive. He didn't want to disappoint his parents or be looked

had to care more about him, give