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?

she feel that Mr. Wheeler

like this, would

she came in, Uncle Armand had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch

want you to get

and pushed Rylee's ass off the

had no choice but to pack up the dishes and

Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books

surprised that Rylee came

did you come out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten

at the plate, and it seemed that some

and asked Rylee,

keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof what his eating. What do you think, Uncle Armand, you must not let out

Rylee bowed to Armand.

coughed and said, “Actually there are no

lied to me!

we raise are

believe what you say in the future. It's

the sofa and

to the study suddenly

she sat up straight and stopped

the old butler were silent and bowed

didn't look at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the

don't we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

bowed his head, not daring to

his eyes and asked Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to

his eyes, “You? You're here to be

stared blankly, and then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am doing my job

she really didn't do much work

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway!

She was also hardworking!

with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure,

on the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs

what happened last night was more beneficial to

Rylee and

to the door in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she was relieved until she saw

at home, she can finally

so dreamy

a thorn

house rang. The old butler walked over to and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will do”, the butler kept talking and nodded in

the sofa, eyes

cry or be happy

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice

Is there

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

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she was shocked by the

teeth, “When did

too. I just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said,

businesses, and this is the final order from her! Alright, this boy

old butler's eyelids

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

eyes and looked at the paper

were written