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?

did she feel that Mr.

out like this, would Uncle Armand let

Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily

me? I want you

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's ass

but to pack up the

Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books on the desk

and the old butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten

the plate, and it

frowned and asked

also praised me for the five-star service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open.

Rylee bowed to Armand.

said, “Actually there are

You lied to me!

the huge dogs we raise are in

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

the sofa and grabbed the

door to the study suddenly

frightened that she sat up straight and stopped eating

Armand and the old butler were silent and bowed their

“Armand, get the car ready,

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

bowed his head, not daring to speak

his eyes and asked Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what

his eyes, “You? You're here to be

and then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am doing

she admitted that she really didn't do much work this time. As

last night anyway! That

She was also hardworking!

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

sat on the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for

once again: what happened

at Rylee

glass and looked out, she

home, she can finally calm

so

a thorn in

and pick it up. With the conversation of

on the sofa, eyes closed, while

tell whether she should cry or be happy

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice

Is there something I can help,

you.” The old butler handed over a piece

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she was shocked by

teeth, “When did

Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he

businesses, and this is the final order from

old butler's eyelids

Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by

and looked

were