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

would Uncle Armand let

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

me? I want you

irritably and pushed

pack up the dishes

his temples

were surprised that Rylee

so soon? Has

and it

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is

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 do you think, Uncle Armand, you

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there

You lied to

raise are in factories

believe what you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the old to

leaned on the sofa and grabbed

the study suddenly

that she sat up straight and stopped eating

Armand and the old butler were silent and bowed

anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to the office after I

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring to speak

“Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what about me? What am I

“You? You're

stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling

admitted that she really didn't do much work this time.

slept with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That

She was also hardworking!

changed into a formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a

sat on the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs

she reminded herself once again: what happened

at Rylee and rushed

at the glass and looked out, she was

was not at home, she

so dreamy

was also a thorn in

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

on the sofa, eyes closed, while

should cry or be happy about what happened last

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded

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

for you.” The old

“Oh? For me? What?”

took the paper curiously, glanced at it, and

teeth, “When did this

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 requirement

is the final

old butler's eyelids

Mr. Wheeler by the title of “boy”?

and looked

were