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?

feel that Mr. Wheeler was angrier than

like this, would Uncle Armand let the dog bite

eat the lunch happily and comfortably,

me? I want you to get

pushed Rylee's ass off

choice but to pack up the dishes and

rubbed his temples

the old butler were surprised that

so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten

it seemed that some

frowned and asked Rylee,

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

Rylee bowed to Armand.

coughed and said, “Actually there are no

You lied to

the huge dogs we raise are in factories

in the future. It's disrespectful for the

sofa and grabbed the fruit

to the study suddenly opened and Timothy

sat

and the old butler were

said, “Armand, get the

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not daring to speak any

Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went

You're here to

stammered and retorted, “I, I am

admitted that she really didn't do much work this

slept with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was a very tiring

She was also hardworking!

a gorgeous

watched Timothy coming

what happened last night was more beneficial

didn't even look at Rylee and

glass and looked out, she was relieved

she can finally calm down a

night was so

a

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

should cry or be happy

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded

her eyes, “Oh? Is there

is for you.” The old butler handed

“Oh? For me? What?”

at it, and she

her teeth, “When did this

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

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

old butler's

was Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the

and looked at

were