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 was angrier

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 she

me? I want you to get

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's

to pack up the dishes and

his temples

and the old butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten the

it seemed that

and asked Rylee, “Is

on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are no

You lied to me!

dogs we raise are in factories

say in the future. It's disrespectful

on the sofa and grabbed the fruit

the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

sat up straight

and the old butler were

and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not daring

you guys went

rolled his eyes, “You? You're here to

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

work this

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

She was also hardworking!

a gorgeous face, a graceful

watched Timothy coming downstairs for

happened last night was more beneficial

Rylee and

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

at home, she can

night was so

a thorn in her

it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will do”, the butler kept talking and nodded

eyes closed, while

should cry or be happy

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice

her eyes, “Oh? Is there something I can

this is for you.” The old butler handed over a

“Oh? For me? What?”

took the paper curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked by

teeth, “When did

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

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

old butler's

by the title of “boy”? Oh, it’s disrespect,

eyes and

requirements were written