Mr. Dior

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The consultation room is a quite spacious room, the decoration style is similar to the hall.

Doctor Yun was sitting behind a desk in a medieval classic style, wearing a pair of golden glasses, holding his fist on his lips with one hand, and looking diligently at the projection screen on the opposite wall. A science report is playing on it.

When Jiao Qi came over, they motioned them to watch together.

"With the popularization of artificial intelligence brain, many problems also follow. Because the intelligence brain is connected with the user's neurons, if it is hit by external factors when the brain is opened, it may cause neurological disorders ...

Neurologists came out and warned people to protect their brains from being hit by heavy objects.

After that, the picture was switched to the streets of Miguel, where an anti-artificial brain is being held.

"Abolish the brain and return the smartphone!" The slogan was loud. People are holding flags and banners in their hands and blowing small horns on their mouths. Some people painted the picture of the father of the wisdom brain with a big red cross; others shaved their hair and painted 3D painted holes to indicate that the brain would have a bad result when the brain had a problem.

On the podium pulled by the truck and slowly moving with the crowd, a strong man's father was impassionedly telling what happened at home.

His child was watching the "Superman" movie, and was hit in the head by a plasterboard falling from the roof, and he thought he was Superman.

"He has already jumped off the building for the third time this week. Yesterday, he insisted that he could see the inner underwear of the little girl from the neighbor's house. The color of his pants was fattened by his brother. Now his eyes are still swollen. The eight-year-old son of panda eyes burst into tears.

"Don't panic, folks, I'll save you right away!" Said the little boy, snatching his father's microphone, and said solemnly.

It seemed touching, but soon it was suggested that the law would not allow minors to be equipped with intellectual brains. The father of this speech should be arrested. The speaker was so scared that he hugged his son, who was still trying to sculpt the shape in his father's arms ...

"This group of sand sculptures." Xu De turned off the projector, mocked in Mandarin with a rice accent, and asked Jiao Qi and Zhang Chenzhang to sit in front of themselves.

He has carefully read the previous information from Jiao Qi, and he has some information in his mind, but he still needs to make a detailed test for diagnosis.

"Your Name."

"Oh, my name, wouldn't you know?" Zhang Chenzheng crossed his legs, staring aggressively at the apparently unpleasant doctor. The CEO who holds the lifeblood of the world economy, no one will not know his name.

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

"Oh? Who fudged me last week to buy a set of luxurious luxury deep-sea caviar little daisy skin care products?" The wise president did not hesitate to expose the virtues that tried to fool through.

Little daisies ... care products? Jiao Qi blackened his face and narrowed his eyes to look at Dude.

"Ahaha ..." Dr. Tak smiled awkwardly, and put "ordinary memory" in the memory status column.

"Fill me with garlic, you're still tender," Zhang Chenxi sneered, "no one can escape my eyes from Dior Zhang."

A series of tests and examinations took the entire afternoon, and Tak issued a detailed report to Jiao Qi, accompanied by an expensive check bill: "According to the test, Mr. Zhang has a mental retardation syndrome. Previous reports you I also saw that because of the impact of external forces, his memory and behavior caused some confusion. "

Such news is not allowed to be reported in China, for fear of causing panic among the people. Intellectual brain disorder syndrome is a cutting-edge research project. At present, there is no systematic treatment method in China.

"It just so happens that my mentor is doing research in this area recently." Prudence said complacently, trying to make clients understand how smart it is to choose to be a private doctor.

Jiao Qi flipped through the test report, which showed that most of the ordinary memory of his family | 屌 classmates had no problems, a small number of memory replacements occurred, and their perceptions of the world and the world were biased.

"Do you know what his intellectual brain showed at the last moment?" Wu De held up his glasses and asked earnestly.

Jiao Qi glanced back at the evil old man's aggressive attack, and his forehead suddenly jumped: "Probably ... the overwhelming president's pricey wife ..."

"That's it," Baode seemed a little disappointed, and glanced down at the information he had searched overnight. "I thought it was the" Million Bride of the President "or" 99 Evil Wife ".

Is there any difference? President Jiao listened and wanted to hit someone.

Dr. Tak didn't realize what he had exposed, and was still gushing about science. In fact, not all people affected by this disease will get it, only a two-thousandth probability. The earliest R & D people in this situation thought about it, so they made preparations.

"What preparation?"

"Memory clears system automatically."

In fact, most of the information of Intellectual Brain is stored in the peripherals. The internal storage is limited and it will be automatically cleaned up regularly. After this part of the information that caused the disorder is cleared by the brain, Dior Zhang will return to Zhang Da | But how long this time is unsure.

"Please bear with me for a few days." Yun De looked at Jiao Qi sympathetically.

As he was talking about it, Jiao Qi was suddenly pulled away with a strong force, and his back bumped into a strong chest. His warm lips pressed against his ears, his tone low and dangerous: "Talk to other men in my face for so long, eh? Baby, don't challenge my endurance easily."

"..."

"I can't stand it all day." Jiao Qi clucked his fist.

"Then I'll prescribe it for you." As a caring personal doctor, Jade is committed to meeting any customer requirements. After all, Jiao Qi passed a video compression package.

"What is this?" Jiao Qi opened his mind and looked.

"This is a video of someone with this condition collected by my mentor. You will be comforted if you look at it." Dr. Tak took off his glasses, put his temples in his jacket pocket, and smiled with a smile on his face.

"... What comfort can this **** get?"

"Laughter and smile for ten years." Yun De worked hard to show off his Chinese level eight.

Jiao Qi couldn't laugh at all, carrying the old card with a satisfied black card and checking the bill, exhaustedly returned to the apartment in the city center.

This house is where they lived on weekdays, a small duplex on the upper and lower floors. The first floor is the living room, dining room, kitchen, and the second floor is the bedroom, study, and cloakroom. At first, in order to show his determination to never sleep in different rooms, Zhang Chenzheng bought this two-square-meter house with only one bedroom.

Taking a hot bath was finally quite comfortable. Jiao Qi walked out with his hair and saw someone change into a silk nightgown, sitting on a high-back single sofa like an emperor with a glass of red wine in his hand.

"Come here, please me." The president rushed his fingers at Xiaojiao's wife, her eyes full of desire and teasing.

Jiao Qi ignored him and took a hair dryer three or two times to dry his hair.

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

Xiaojiao's wife seemed frightened, and dragged her hair dryer to come over, "buzzing" blowing the president's still dripping hair into a lion king.

The slender fingers shuttled through the hair, and the president squeezed the sofa arm annoyed annoyingly. The grinding little goblin was obviously seducing him. With her hair full of blasts, Zhang Chen grabbed Xiaojiao's wife's wrist holding the hair dryer, took the fan away, and threw it on the carpet. Dumbly, "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, climbing to bed and sleeping on his own.

"..."

The president drank the red wine in the glass, squeezed his lips tightly, and sneered, "Are you trying to escape?"

Jiao Qi rolled his eyes and patted the position next to him: "Don't make a noise, come to sleep, and still work tomorrow!"

"I don't like men who want to escape, don't let me lose interest in you."

"Do you **** sleep or not? Go to sleep in the living room without sleep!" Jiao Qi lifted his feet and struck him. He grabbed his ankle and gently licked.

"Hmm ..." This scene is really too much, Jiao Qi can't stand it, twisting his body to pull his feet back, but uncontrollably twisting off the robe's belt. This time, it really turned out to be reluctant to welcome, completely unclear.

It was another domineering possession. This time I took a shower, but I still did not wear a suit.

Opening his eyes the next morning, Jiao Qi found a check near the pillow.

"I don't." Jiao Xi threw the check to him.

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

"Hold it, that's what you deserve." The president licked his lips, remembering the deliciousness of last night.

Jiao Xi tore up the check and threw it into the trash.

Bringing the check in its original form is pure and immaculate, but tearing it up in front of him is rude and ignorant. Zhang Chenxi sneered, took out a cheque book and resigned it, and shoved it firmly into the pocket of the shirt just put on by Xiaojiao's wife: "I give it to you, and you have to suffer, whether it's money or mine ... "

The next few words are too low | flow, automatically silenced in Jiao Qi's ears, took out a check and posted it on the president's head: "Not to mention the guarantor of your checking account is me, and the money that is overcharged is my money ... say who are you cheating for two hundred dollars for?