After the meal, Rousseau finally answered the phone because he forgot to turn off the hands-free function of his phone, which made everyone present feel that Mr. Charlie opposite was on the verge of irritability.

"Jean-Jacques Rousseau! How many times have I told you to answer the phone when it rings? Do you never listen? Do you know that I have just been drafting a will for you? You just don't care about this kind of thing.

Can’t we have some snacks?”

"Wait a minute, what's going on with drafting a will? I thought you wouldn't be so anxious if you knew I was fine..."

Rousseau whispered with a guilty conscience, holding the phone slightly away from him, trying to change the topic, trying to make the other party not so angry.

But obviously, little effect was achieved.

"What does it mean not to be so anxious? How many times have you been kidnapped by others? How many times have you been abducted by others? For such an old man, he can still be abducted from Lyon to Marseille. He is really capable. Even a teenager would not be able to do that.

So easy to be fooled!"

Montesquieu on the opposite side was obviously angrier, and his originally soft and deep voice sounded much colder:

"And what happened nine years ago, you have forgotten and I have not forgotten it. If you are really stupid enough to stage this again, I don't mind drafting your will and making it effective directly."

Rousseau drooped his ears and let out a pitiful "Woo". He looked terribly wronged. He curled up into a ball on the sofa and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, it's my fault..."

Beiyuan and Feng pondered for two seconds and cast doubtful glances at Roland: "Very soft and sweet?"

Roland held his hot coffee and looked at the traveler with a strange look when he heard this: "What's wrong? Do you really believe Rousseau's filter speech? Charlie's character is the same as the law and politics he studies, he is a bit cold.

There is no human touch.”

After thinking for a while, he sighed with "respect":

"To a certain extent, Rousseau was able to make him so angry because of his skill."

But it is obvious that the unlucky person with special abilities who is being scolded does not feel that he is very capable, but is dejected and accepts the other party's severe criticism.

"But……"

Rousseau wanted to struggle again: "But Charlie must be reluctant to let my will take effect, right? In fact, you are caring about me when you say that, right? I promise I won't do this next time. Please forgive me this time."

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, as if he didn't know how to answer this question.

At this moment, another voice on the other side of the phone rang, with a lazy and careless tone:

"Charlie, why are you so stunned? I think we should write Rousseau's will as soon as possible. In the end, we can split his inheritance 30-70. I'm really curious about how much inheritance such a thrifty superpower can inherit.

"

"..."

Rousseau grinded his teeth, and an angry look flashed through his purple eyes, like a little leopard with its hair exploded, and he "ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Voltaire! Shut up! Why did Charlie suddenly think of writing a will? Sure enough, it was all instigated by you, a bastard!"

"Oh, since you don't answer the phone, it's okay for me to treat you as a dead person, right? Are you right, Charlie?"

Voltaire's voice sounded unhurriedly, sounding slow and arrogant and full of provocation:

"I advise some people to be self-aware. People don't want to see anything happen to you. They don't necessarily care about you. At most, they think your life is of some use."

"I told you, Voltaire, shut up! What I want to hear is Charlie Ye's reply, not yours!"

Rousseau said viciously, looking like he wanted to rush over and beat someone on the other end of the phone half to death.

"I'll just say it, I'll just say it."

Voltaire deliberately lengthened his voice, and then sneered: "What else can you do to me?"

"I can't do anything to you." Rousseau laughed "haha", "but I think I can drag you to hell with me. What do you think of this suggestion? Mr. Voltaire?"

"The relationship is so good."

Roland took Fabre and quietly explained the relationship between the three people to Beihara and Feng, while watching him cut the after-dinner fruit:

"Actually, there is no need to pay too much attention to the way they talk. Although it sounds a bit explosive, this is the way the three of them get along. If any one of them really has a problem, the other two will also explode."

"Is that so... But I think Rousseau is going to be so angry that he will turn into a pufferfish." Kitahara and Kaede glanced at him worriedly, and sighed silently, "Okay, I hope he is okay."

He was really worried. After all, the relationship between Rousseau and Voltaire was not very good in his previous life.

When the conflict was at its most intense, Voltaire even reported the other party to Rousseau's motherland, turning the ideological conflict into using political means to suppress dissidents. He even anonymously spread rumors and slanders about Rousseau's private life, trying to use public opinion and politics

To deal with Rousseau is basically to put him to death.

——And all these things, including political suppression, false accusations and insults, were exactly what Voltaire had experienced back then, and even went into exile abroad because of them. But when his reputation reached its peak, he also used this method to treat others.

one person.

Thinking of this, Kitahara and Kaede couldn't help but sigh, cut the orange in the middle and divided it into two neat halves.

Judging from certain events, the title of "Europe's Conscience" by Three-Dimensional Voltaire is actually quite a joke.

"Kitahara, please remember to cut a portion for yourself."

Anthony leaned next to the traveler and carefully studied the direction of the second blow. He said this, and then looked at the surprised expression on his family's head and bent his eyes happily.

"Hmm? I'll remember it next time."

The traveler turned his head to look at his child. Because Rousseau was still on the phone, his voice was lowered and he said half-jokingly: "But I can't tell the difference between five oranges of the same size, Anthony."

."

"But cut it into ten parts, just two for each person."

Anthony raised his head, answered disapprovingly, and even tried to knock his lord on the head in style.

It was indeed a way, but Kitahara and Feng just rolled their eyes and did not respond directly to the child's condemnation. Instead, they stretched out their hands to hug the child and praised him with a smile: "Yes, so Anthony is very powerful.

."

The little golden butterfly was startled by this action, flew into Anthony's golden hair and hid it, looking out timidly.

The little prince looked at the traveler depressedly, and suddenly felt that such an ignorant adult was really annoying.

"Kitahara is an idiot."

He muttered unhappily, and was kissed on the forehead by an adult. His face suddenly turned red, and he broke away in a panic and ran away.

"puff."

Fabre watched from the side and couldn't help laughing. Then his eyes suddenly lit up and he happily came over and hugged the traveler like a baby.

"Kitahara Kitahara, I think too, I think too!"

This superhuman who was no different from a child hugged Kitahara and Kaede, looked at him with those apple-colored eyes, and spoke softly and briskly, obviously wanting the same treatment.

Beihara and Feng looked at him helplessly, flicked each other's forehead lightly, and then threw this child who wanted to join in any fun to Romain Rolland:

"Roland, please be more careful with your friend. Don't try to get in touch with her all the time."

Is this character... really not afraid of meeting any pervert who likes this type in France?

Roland looked at Fabre and let out a disgusted "ugh", like a cat that saw water, but in the end he pulled Fabre to his side, but he muttered to condemn someone:

"Who cares about Fabre? Believe me, I don't want to admit that he and I are friends at all now - what else do you think you will do besides causing trouble all day long?"

Fabre lay on the table with an innocent face and looked up at Roland who looked unhappy: "I will also give Roland gifts. Most of the things in Roland's house are my gifts."

Roland: "..."

Mr. Pianist coughed gracefully, turned his head away with red ears, and generously decided not to worry about how much trouble he had caused for the time being.

In fact, this guy still has some merits. After all, he is his friend, well, friend.

Anthony ran to the other end of the sofa, looked left and right, and finally went to smell his own roses out of boredom, but was pushed by the somewhat annoyed Miss Rose.

The golden butterfly fluttered its wings and landed on the tip of his nose.

"Smelling roses requires my princess's prior consent." She said, showing a proud expression that only a princess can make. "You are so rude."

The little prince tilted his head in disbelief, feeling that this request sounded too strange. However, after traveling for such a long time, he gradually understood one thing, and that was to respect everyone's actions.

So he nodded, continued to hold his roses, and asked patiently: "Can I smell you?"

Then he saw a rose that was a different shade of red.

"Are you a hooligan?" She was obviously even more angry and turned away from the little prince, leaving a confused Anthony to play with the butterflies by himself.

While it was getting extremely lively there, Rousseau and the other end of the phone changed to a new topic:

"I'm talking about Mr. Voltaire." Rousseau took a deep breath and said angrily, "I just made a new friend. What does this have to do with you? Do you even want to get involved in this?"

"This is not just what I think. Charlie must also want to know. Who is it that little Rousseau is so easy to be abducted by strange men?"

Voltaire's smiling voice sounded: "Really, dear Charlie? I know you care about this matter too."

Damn it, I’m too embarrassed to add “honey” in front of my name when calling Charlie!

Rousseau glanced at his cell phone sourly, feeling that he had failed in some places, and was so depressed that he almost wanted to roll over.

"Yeah." Montesquieu on the opposite side simply replied, "You know, your vision is always not very good..."

"The worst thing about my vision is that I thought Voltaire was a good thing."

Rousseau curled his lips and replied decisively:

"If I had known what kind of bastard he was, I would rather never have met him. It would be better not to see this guy's name in any way for the rest of my life - I think it's unlucky."
To be continued...