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?

Mr.

out like this, would Uncle Armand let the dog

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

want

irritably and pushed

pack up the dishes

soon as she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the

the old butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

so soon?

old butler looked at the plate, and it

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is

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

Rylee bowed to Armand.

coughed and said, “Actually there

You lied to

dogs we raise are in factories

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

leaned on the sofa and

the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

was so frightened that she sat up straight and stopped

the old butler were silent and

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

in the future?

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to speak any

Uncle Armand, you guys went

eyes, “You? You're here

retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am

work

last night anyway! That was

She was also hardworking!

and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a

sat on the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a

again: what happened last

look at Rylee and rushed out

door in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she was relieved until she saw Timothy's luxury car drive

at home, she

night was so

was also a thorn

house rang. The old butler walked over to and pick it up. With the conversation

sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was

whether she should cry or be happy

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded beside

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

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

“Oh? For me? What?”

glanced at it, and she was shocked by

teeth, “When

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

this is the final order

old butler's eyelids

dare was Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the

her eyes and looked at the paper

were