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. Wheeler was angrier than

out like this, would Uncle Armand let

said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog bite

want you to

and pushed Rylee's ass off

but to pack up the dishes and walked out

rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books

were surprised

come out so soon?

plate, and it seemed that some of it had been

asked Rylee, “Is boss

Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there

You lied to

the huge dogs we raise are in factories

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

on the sofa and grabbed the fruit to

door to the study suddenly opened and Timothy

was so frightened that she sat up straight and stopped

old butler were silent and

look at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready,

Huh? Boss, don't we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to do to work in

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to speak

widened his eyes and asked Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what about me? What

You're here to be your no-job-to-do-but-still-get-paid

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

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

last night anyway!

She was also hardworking!

downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a

and watched Timothy

herself once again: what happened last night

didn't even look at Rylee and rushed

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

home, she can finally

so dreamy and

also a thorn in her

With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will

was lying on the sofa, eyes

should cry or be happy about what

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded beside

eyes, “Oh? Is there something I can help,

for you.” The old butler handed

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it, and she

her teeth, “When

I then wrote

nodded viciously, “After all these businesses, and this is the final order

old butler's

dare was Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the title

and looked at

requirements were written