"What if a man does something excessive and makes his wife angry?"

As a result, a cold machine sound was immediately heard from the laptop.

"Are you cheating?"

Qi Muchen's face darkened a little, and it took a while to type two words.

"It's not."

"But......" he thought for a moment and continued typing.

"She's probably thinking about it."

The laptop's artificial intelligence was silent for a while, just when Mr. Qi felt that he wanted to talk to the head of Qi's science and technology department.

Suddenly, the machine spoke crisply again.

"After the identification and analysis of your problem, the conclusion is: you are a scumbag. Forget it, don't go and harm other people's girls. ”

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Mr. Qi clenched his fists in anger, and he was about to slam the laptop into the ground when he took it in his hand.

"Qi, Mr. Qi."

At the door of the study, the butler was about to come in with freshly ground coffee.

Seeing Mr. Qi so angry, he trembled a little with fright.

I thought about it and reminded it loudly.

"Mr. Qi, do you need to talk to Antezhu to let Qi's Science and Technology Department develop the third generation of artificial intelligence?"

It is said that Mr. Qi had dropped a computer specially prepared for him last time, just because he asked a very strange question.

"What to do when a woman is angry?"

As a result, the computer's answer immediately angered Mr. Qi. And visually inspecting this second generation, it seems that he is more annoyed by the answer than the first generation.

Mr. Qi's arm, which had already been raised, suddenly stiffened.

He squinted his eyes and looked at his computer for a while, and finally suppressed his anger and slowly stopped.

"No need."

He slowly placed the computer on the table, a wry smile on his lips.

Even artificial intelligence thinks he is a "scumbag" who steps on a two-headed boat?

So what the hell will the little thing think of him.

"Forget it, there are some problems that can't be solved even by developing more advanced artificial intelligence."

Mr. Qi waved his hand to the butler at the door, leaning back in his chair a little tiredly.

After a while, I made a phone call and connected to Owen Xiang, who was attending an international medical conference in France.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he didn't care much about the hustle and bustle, and asked straight to the point.

"What are the chances of success if I were given the most thorough psychotherapy now?"

Owen Xiang on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and his tone sounded a little surprised.

"You've finally figured it out? The sun is coming out in the west. ”

You must know that for five whole years, he kept persuading him to carry out the most thorough treatment, but Mr. Qi was willing to tolerate Li Man endlessly rather than try it.

Today, it is rare for Mr. Qi to take the initiative to open this golden mouth, and as soon as Owen Xiang was excited, he stood up directly from the thousand-person auditorium of the international medical conference and ran out like a fool.

Walking in the corridor, Owen Xiang laughed proudly three times.

Then the expression became serious.

"Tell me first, how many tablets are you going to take a day for the medicine I gave you?"

The voice on the other end of the line was a little tired.

"Usually four or five pieces, but when it gets to five I will stop."

Five tablets is a limit, and taking it again will cause very serious mental side effects.

Owen Xiang frowned.

"That's not good, you are so dependent on drugs now, you have to reduce it to less than three tablets a day, and your psychological tolerance is strong enough to reduce the risk of treatment."

Thorough treatment, in case of failure, Mr. Qi will become a real madman.

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