Dress up as the Mother of a Genius Baby

Ruan Luo has gone to school, her family is bare, she only has two hundred dollars on her body, and she has a baby in her belly. Faced with this fatal start, Ruan Luo didn't panic at all, because the system told her that she was carrying a future genius baby who would be able to do math at the age of three, hack at the age of four, stock trading at the age of five, have a million-dollar fortune at the age of six, and return to a top wealthy family at the age of seven. As long as she raises her baby until she is seven years old, she can retire gloriously with a salary of hundreds of millions. As soon as Ruan Luo settled the score, she took over the job! * Ever since Ruan Chi was sensible, he knew that his mother had high hopes for him. "Son, come here and block this keyboard warrior's account!" Ruan Chi:...... Although he wants to help, he is only three years old. "Son, look at today's stocks, which one should I buy?" Ruan Chi:...... Although he also wants to make money, he is only three years old. In order to maintain the image of a genius in the eyes of his mother, Ruan Chi taught himself advanced mathematics, computers and stock trading, which finally allowed his family to live a prosperous life. Until Ruan Chi was seven years old, his mother pointed at the handsome man in the newspaper and said, "Son, you saw it. This is your father. Go find him." Ruan Chi packed his small schoolbag overnight and bought a standing ticket to go find his father. * Shen Yan was stopped by a child. The child was waist-high and had similar facial features to him. He was wearing a sun hat and carrying a small schoolbag. He asked politely: "Are you Shen Yan? If nothing else, I should be your son. This is my hair. You can go for a paternity test." "I came to you today because I hope you can publish it in the newspaper and terminate the father-son relationship with me." The child frowned, "Otherwise, my mother will always want me to return to a wealthy family." Shen Yan:? In this second, he had a son. The next second, he was gone? Conception:.