Wolf President Hooks Up

Timothy was caught in his mind when he felt someone was shaking his arm, and he snapped out of it. Felicia was shaking his arm and yelling desperately, “Timothy! You are distracted again! What's the matter with you? You wasn't like this before! When I visit you this time, you are always in a loss! Don't be distracted! No!”

Timothy said perfunctorily, “I'm not distracted. I am just savoring the pizza you made.”

Felicia immediately tilted her head mischievously, brought her little face to Timothy, exhaling a sweet breath, “How does it taste? Would you like to have another piece?”

Timothy Wheeler pretended to pop out his eyes, “One more piece? You want to kill me with too many pizzas?”

Armand stood in the distance. Even he felt nervous for Timothy.

Since the boss just said the word “hot pot”, he began to sweat for the boss.

Manfred brought the herbal soup to Rylee, but she had already fell asleep on the sofa with her body huddled up.

Should he wake up the girl and let her take medicine?

Manfred hesitated for a while, and gently pushed Rylee, “Rylee, it's time to take the medicine. You can go to bed after drinking this, huh?”

Rylee was like a kitten. After her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, she barely opened her eyes and murmured, “So sleepy... Can I not take medicine?”

Manfred really wanted to lower his head to kiss this girl's cheek. She was so cute.

“Aren't you afraid of your head being kicked by Timothy like a football?”

Rylee's eyes widened. Sure enough, the old man Timothy was an uplifting medicine.

“My safety is more important. My head is important.” Rylee muttered, sitting upright.

Looking down at the bowl, she was so shocked that she even screamed out, “Why is it so dark? Is this even medicine? Can anyone drink this?”

“Come on, Herb soup is all like this.”

Rylee leaned over. Her little nose sniffing, and immediately she fanned herself with two hands in disgust, “Oh, it smells so bad! I'm going to throw up. How can any human drink this? I can't, I can't drink this!”

Manfred sighed, “Well then. I’ll call Timothy and just let him kick your head.”

At the mention of Timothy, Rylee collapsed again. She stretched her hands and snatched the bowl.

Rylee gritted her teeth and squinted her eyes, “Damn! It's better than being kicked in the head by Mr. Wheeler! I’ll drink it!”

She was like Joan of Arc who was walking towards death.

With her eyes closed, and her breath held, Rylee picked up the bowl and drank them all.

“Okay, okay, you don't need to eat the residue.” Fortunately, Manfred snatched the bowl in time, or else Rylee would've literally gulp down the residue.

“Wow, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! It’s so damn bitter!” Rylee opened her mouth wide with her tongue stuck out.

Manfred handed her a glass of water, and Rylee drank it to rinse her mouth.

Finally, Rylee was lying in the bed. Manfred stood at the door and smiled warmly at Rylee, “Sellp tight. You don't need to go to school tomorrow anyway. There is nothing important to do. Just have a good rest.”

I see.

“Good night.”

Manfred closed the door.

smacked her mouth a few times and closed her

gangster is the evilest one in the world! God bless me, why did

Rylee slowly drifted

she staggered towards her mother. Her mother smiled and

held tightly by her mother. And afterward she was even held up and kissed

so much. You are

as beautiful as the moon, bright and filled with

Mother…

slid down

…

blood was being hung up in a gloomy

men, all holding iron clubs in

“What the……”

“Let me go...Ah!”

It was Daphne Carroll who asked me to do it. It

begged in

And there were wounds all over his body. He

Rylee Carroll is not someone you can lay your hands on. Tell you, silly boy, you have no going back! Tomorrow, in the ravine, there will be news of your car

please, no don't

is a whiney baby. So annoying! Just get the shit done! Hit him in the back of the

man hung in

all the more

and specifically stressed that the boss was furious. He had demanded to make this boy suffer. If he died too fast and too easy, both of us

had nothing else to say. They can only hit him stick by stick,

…

luggage bit by bit. But she was happily busy

in the study, facing the computer, looking at the data and dealing with all

on the door

“Boss.”

didn't look at Armand, his eyes fixed on the

props. it was Daphne

and squinted his eyes. “It really

should we deal

chin. He thought for a while, and said, “I only hope that this is Daphne’s childish behavior. After all, she is Rylee's sister and is also related by blood. Well, you go there and warn her personally. Tell her not to do anything against Rylee in the

head and responded, “Yes.” And he

computer screen showed a picture of Rylee walking briskly on

taken secretly

to greet

innocently. Her eyes were like two

full of vigor and

is not easy for children who grew up in

suddenly opened. Timothy quickly clicked the mouse to return to the document he was