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 than

went out like this, would

eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog bite her ass

me? I want you to get

pushed

but to pack up

walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books

and the old butler were surprised that Rylee came out

soon?

plate, and it seemed that some of it

frowned and asked Rylee,

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

Rylee bowed to Armand.

coughed and said, “Actually there

You lied to

huge dogs we raise are in factories

never believe what you say in the future. It's

on the sofa and grabbed

door to the study suddenly opened

so frightened that she sat up straight and stopped eating the

Armand and the old butler were silent and bowed

at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not daring to

you guys went to work in the company, what about me? What

“You? You're

“I, I am not fooling around!

work

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

She was also hardworking!

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

the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a

again: what happened

even look at Rylee and rushed

glass and looked out, she was

not at home, she

was so

a thorn in

over to and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and

sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was

cry or be happy about what happened last

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice

quickly opened her eyes, “Oh? Is there something I can help, Uncle

is for you.” The old butler handed over a

“Oh? For me? What?”

paper curiously, glanced at it, and she

teeth, “When

I just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do that based on the

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

butler's eyelids

by the title of “boy”?

and looked at

requirements were written