Wolf President Hooks Up

Rylee was chattering as usual, forcing the chopsticks into Timothy's hands, scooping two spoonsful of vegetables, and putting them on the plate.

Her sparkle eyes stared at Timothy's mouth, as if she was waiting for someone like a baby doll to open their mouth to eat.

Timothy was caught off guard by Rylee and started to eat.

When Rylee saw that he had started eating, her spirit was instantly relieved.

It was as if Timothy was her child, who has always been a picky eater, and now eventually he could feast on the food here at a time.

Rylee almost reached out to stroke Timothy's head a few times and complimented him cheaply.

Fortunately, she was still awake, and she didn't do the stupid thing.

Timothy eats silently and slowly.

Suddenly, he realized that this meal tasted so delicious.

When the nagging Rylee was around, the whole body can become warm, as if he was taking a sun bath even the food was much more delicious.

What a wonderful thing.

“Having some of these, and take more of those, you are so tall, how can you eat less than me? Don’t be a picky eater! Come, come on, eat more of this.”

Rylee was addicted to helping Timothy's with dishes, and she can't wait for Timothy to swallow all four dishes. It's better for him to eat the dishes as well.

Timothy was slightly happy, but he kept a cold expression on his face, and asked casually, “Have you eaten?”

“Of course, I have had the meal it!”

“Are you full?”

“Of course, I'm full! I'm never ashamed of my own stomach!”

Timothy nodded slightly.

He frowned suddenly and looked up suspiciously at Rylee who was sitting on the handle of his chair, “Why are you supervising my eating like a supervisor?”

Rylee said cheerfully, “You think I'm willing to supervise you? It was Uncle Armand and the others...”

The words suddenly stopped. She didn’t dare to speak.

Rylee stared at Timothy.

Sure enough, Timothy was so shrewd that even though he had only heard some parts of the truth, he had already guessed most of the reason. He frowned and slammed his chopsticks on the table.

“Armand threatened you to come in and delivered food?”

Rylee nodded aggrievedly and explained, “Actually, even if I am ten times braver, I don't dare to come to you and supervise you having lunch, really, I don't dare to do so. Please, don’t get mad, don’t get mad at me.”

Timothy's face was cold, “If Armand hadn't threatened you to come in, you wouldn't have come to deliver the food, would you?”

Rylee rubbed his nose, “Yeah. But I should have come to deliver food, they all said I was the one who made you so angry that you didn't eat...”

Why the more she explained, the angrier Mr. Wheeler's expression is?

“You, get out.”

Timothy turned his face away.

“What?”

Rylee was overwhelmed.

Get out for real?

that Mr. Wheeler

went out like this, would Uncle Armand

before she came in, Uncle Armand had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make

I want you to get

irritably and pushed

to pack up the dishes and walked out

rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books

old butler were surprised that

soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten the

and it seemed that some of it had

asked Rylee,

eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there

You lied to me!

we raise are in factories in the

never believe what you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the old to

leaned on the sofa and grabbed the fruit

to the study suddenly opened

was so frightened that she sat up straight and stopped eating the

old butler were silent and

the car ready, I'll go to the office after

decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to do to work in the

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring to speak

Armand, you guys went to work in

his eyes, “You? You're here to be

stared blankly, and then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling

much work this time. As Timothy's maid, she was very

Wheeler last night anyway! That was a very

She was also hardworking!

formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a firm but

sofa and watched

again: what happened

Rylee and rushed out like the

to the door in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked

at home, she can finally calm down a

so dreamy

a thorn in her

With the conversation of

lying on the sofa, eyes closed, while her

even tell whether she should cry or be

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded

Is

this is for you.” The old butler handed over a piece

“Oh? For me? What?”

paper curiously, glanced at it,

her teeth, “When

from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do

the final order

old butler's

was Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of “boy”? Oh,

and looked at

requirements were