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.

she went out like this, would Uncle Armand let the dog

Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog bite her ass when

I want

and pushed Rylee's ass off

to pack up

walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples

were surprised

out so soon? Has Mr.

at the plate, and it seemed

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is boss

immediately grinned and said, “Happy! Very happy! Mr. Wheeler also praised me for the five-star service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof

Rylee bowed to Armand.

said, “Actually there are no dogs

You lied

we raise are in

say in the future. It's disrespectful for

the sofa and grabbed the fruit

to the study suddenly

sat up straight and stopped eating

Armand and the old butler were

anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car

spend weekends in the future? Why are we going

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not

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

eyes, “You? You're here to be your

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

do much work this

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway!

She was also hardworking!

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

sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a few

happened last night was more

look at Rylee

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

home, she can finally calm down a

was so dreamy

a thorn in her

house rang. The old butler walked over to and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes”

the sofa, eyes closed, while her mind

couldn't even tell whether she should cry or be

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice

Is there

The old butler handed over a piece

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she was

her teeth, “When

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

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

butler's

dare was Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of “boy”? Oh, it’s disrespect,

rubbed her eyes and looked

were