Mr. Dior

The consulting room is a rather spacious room, and the decoration style is similar to that of the hall.

Dr. Que was sitting behind a medieval classical style desk, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with one hand clenched on his lips, looking solemnly at the projection screen on the opposite wall.A scientific report was playing on it.

Seeing Jiao Qi and the others approaching, he motioned them to watch together.

"With the popularization of the artificial intelligence brain, many problems have followed one after another. Because the intelligence brain is connected to the neurons of the user, if an external impact is encountered when the intelligence brain is turned on, it is likely to cause neurological dysfunction..."

Neurologists came out and warned the public to protect their heads carefully and not to be hit by heavy objects.

After that, the screen switched to the streets of the United States, where a parade against artificial intelligence was being held.

"Abolish the brain and return the smartphone!" The slogan was loudly shouted.People hold small flags and banners in their hands and blow small trumpets in their mouths.Some people painted a big red cross on the photo of the father of the brain; some people shaved their hair and painted holes in 3D paintings to predict that when the brain goes wrong, it will cause the evil result of "the brain has a pit".

On the podium, which was pulled by a pickup truck and moved slowly with the crowd, a strong father was speaking impassionedly about what had happened to his family.

His kids were watching a "Superman" movie when a piece of drywall fell from the roof and hit their head, thinking they were Superman.

"He's about to jump off the building for the third time this week. Yesterday he insisted that he saw the color of the underwear of the little neighbor's girl with his perspective eye. He was beaten up by his brother, and his eyes are still swollen." The eight-year-old son with panda eyes burst into tears.

"People, don't panic, I'll come to rescue you right away!" The little boy snatched his father's microphone and said solemnly.

It seemed very touching, but it was quickly suggested that the law does not allow minors to be equipped with intelligent brain devices, and the father of this speech should be arrested.The speaker was so frightened that he hugged his son to escape, and the child was still trying to shape himself in his father's arms...

"This group of sand sculptures." Que De turned off the projector, taunted him in Mandarin with an American accent, and asked Jiao Qi and Zhang Chenfei to sit in front of him.

He has carefully read the information sent by Jiao Qi earlier, and he knows it well, but he still needs to do a detailed test for diagnosis.

"Your Name."

"Heh, don't you know my name?" Zhang Chenfei crossed his legs and looked domineeringly at the doctor who obviously had malicious intentions.The president who holds the lifeline of the world economy, no one will not know his name.

"Sorry, I'm from the United States, and I don't know much about celebrities in China." Que De lowered his head and wrote a record on a form.

"Oh? Then who fooled me into buying a set of luxurious deep-sea caviar and daisy skin care products last week?" The wise president did not hesitate to expose Que De who was trying to get away with it.

Little Daisy... Skin care products?Jiao Qi's face darkened, and he narrowed his eyes to look at Que De.

"Ahaha..." Dr. Que De laughed awkwardly, and filled in the column of "normal memory is correct" in the memory status column.

"Fake it with me, you're still a little tender," Zhang Chenfei sneered, "No one can escape the eyes of me, Dior Zhang."

A series of tests and checks took up the entire afternoon, and Que De issued a detailed report to Jiao Qi, with an expensive checkup bill attached: "According to the test, Mr. Zhang has mental brain disorder syndrome. In the previous report you I also saw that due to the impact of external force, his memory and behavior had some confusion."

This kind of news is not allowed to be reported in China, for fear of causing panic among the people.Mental Brain Disorder Syndrome is a cutting-edge research project, and there is currently no systematic treatment in Huaguo.

"It just so happens that my supervisor is doing research in this area recently." Quade said proudly, trying to let the client understand how wise it is to choose to be a personal doctor.

Jiao Qi looked through the test report carefully, which showed that most of the ordinary memories of his big dick classmates had no problems, but a small part had memory replacements, and their cognition of himself and the world had deviated.

"Do you know what his intellectual brain displayed at the last moment?" Que De straightened his glasses and asked solemnly.

Jiao Qi turned his head and glanced at the evil, charming and frenzied Lao Gong, with twitching veins on his forehead: "Probably... the overbearing president's sky-high priced wife..."

"That's it." Que De seemed a little disappointed, and looked down at the information he checked overnight, "I thought it was "The CEO's Million Bride" or "The Evil Younger's 99 Runaway Wifes."

Does it make a difference?Mr. Jiao wanted to hit someone after hearing this.

Dr. Que De didn't realize what he had exposed, and was still eloquently popularizing science.In fact, not all people who are hit will get this disease, there is only a two-thousandth probability.The earliest people who developed such a situation had thought of it, so they made preparations.

"What preparation?"

"Memory automatic clearing system."

In fact, most of the information of the smart brain is stored in the peripheral device, and the internal storage capacity is limited, and it will be cleaned up automatically on a regular basis.After the part of the information that caused the disorder is cleared by the brain, Dio Zhang will return to Zhang Dao.But how long this time is uncertain.

"Just be patient for a few days." Que De looked at Jiao Qi sympathetically.

Just as he was talking, Jiao Qi was suddenly pulled away by a strong force, and his back hit a solid chest.Warm lips pressed against his ears, and the tone was low and dangerous: "Talking with other men for so long in front of me, huh? Baby, don't challenge my endurance easily."

"..."

"I can't bear it all day." Jiao Qi clenched his fists.

"Then let me prescribe you a prescription." As a caring personal doctor, Que De is committed to meeting any requirements of customers.After all, he sent a video compression package to Jiao Qi.

"What is this?" Jiao Qi clicked on his brain to check.

"This is a video of people suffering from this disease collected by my tutor. You will be comforted by watching it." Dr. Que De took off his glasses, put the legs of the glasses into his jacket pocket, and smiled with a holy light on his face.

"...What the hell can I get for comfort?"

"Smile, ten years old." Que De tried to show off his Chinese level eight.

Jiao Qi couldn't smile at all, and he returned to the apartment in the city center tiredly, carrying the old Gong who was content to swipe his black card and settle the check bill.

This house is where they live on weekdays, a small duplex with upper and lower floors.The first floor is the living room, dining room, kitchen, and the second floor is the bedroom, study and cloakroom.In order to show his determination not to sleep in separate rooms, Zhang Chenfei bought this 200-square-meter house with only one bedroom.

After taking a hot bath, I finally felt a lot better.Jiao Qi came out wiping his hair, and saw someone changed into a silk nightgown, sitting on a high-back single sofa like a king, sipping a glass of red wine in his hand.

"Come here, please me." The president hooked his fingers at his little wife, his deep and charming eyes were full of desire and banter.

Jiao Qi ignored him, and took the hair dryer to dry his hair in two or three strokes.

"Click", the goblet slammed heavily on the coffee table, Zhang Chenfei narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Come here, don't make me say it a third time!"

The little wife seemed to be frightened, she dragged the hair dryer and walked over, "buzzing" and blowing the CEO's dripping hair into a lion king.

With slender fingers running through his hair, the president squeezed the armrest of the sofa in annoyance. This annoying little fairy was obviously trying to seduce him.With hair all over his head blown up, Zhang Chenfei grabbed the wrist of his little wife holding the hair dryer, took the fan away and threw it on the carpet, and said in a hoarse voice: "Please me, I will give you everything you want .”

Jiao Qi patted his dog's head, picked up the hair dryer and put it back in the bathroom, then climbed into bed and fell asleep.

"..."

The CEO drank the red wine in the glass, squeezed his lips stained with wine, and sneered: "Are you playing hard to get?"

Jiao Qi rolled his eyes, and patted the place beside him: "Stop making trouble, come and sleep, you're still at work tomorrow!"

"I don't like men who are playing hard to get, don't let my interest in you disappear."

"Are you fucking sleeping or not? If you don't, go to the living room!" Jiao Qi kicked him, but he grabbed his ankle and licked it lightly.

"Hmm..." This scene was so overwhelming that Jiao Xi couldn't stand it any longer. He twisted his body and wanted to bring his feet back, but unexpectedly undid the belt of his nightgown.This time, it really became a refusal and a welcome, and it was completely unclear.

It was another domineering and rude possession. This time he took a shower, but he still didn't wear a condom.

When he opened his eyes the next morning, Jiao Qi found a check beside his pillow.

"I don't want it." Jiao Qi threw the check to him.

Zhang Chenfei's eyes were full of interest.His little wife is really different, so pure and unaffected.

"Take it, you deserve it." The president licked his lips, reminiscing about the delicious food last night.

Jiao Qi tore up the check and threw it into the trash can.

It's pure and innocent to keep a check in its original form, but it's rude to tear it up in front of him.Zhang Chenfei sneered, took out the check book and signed a new one, and stuffed it forcefully into the pocket of the shirt that the little wife had just put on: "You have to bear what I give you, whether it's money or mine... "

The last few words were too obscene, and they were automatically silenced in Jiao Xi's ears, and he took out a check and pasted it on the CEO's forehead: "Not to mention that I am the guarantor of your checking account, and it is my money that will be deducted if you spend more than that. Who are you humiliating by saying that you have a check for 200 yuan?"