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

went out like this, would Uncle Armand

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

me? I want you

and pushed Rylee's ass

pack up the dishes and

temples irritably, shoving all

butler were surprised that Rylee came out

soon?

looked at the plate, and it seemed that

and asked

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 what his eating. What

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are no dogs

lied to me!

raise are in factories

say in the future. It's disrespectful for

on the sofa and grabbed the fruit to

suddenly opened and

that she sat up straight and stopped

Armand and the old butler

said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to the office after I

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring to

went

“You? You're

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

didn't do much work this

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

She was also hardworking!

with a gorgeous

the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a few

herself once again: what happened last night was more beneficial

even look at Rylee

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

not at home, she can finally calm down a

was so dreamy

also a thorn

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

eyes closed, while her mind was in

cry or be happy about what

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded beside

her eyes, “Oh? Is there

old butler handed over a piece

“Oh? For me? What?”

at it, and she

“When

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

nodded viciously, “After all these businesses, and this is the final order from her! Alright, this boy

butler's eyelids

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

and looked at the

were