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

this, would Uncle Armand let

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

me? I want you to get

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's ass off the

pack up the

his temples irritably, shoving all

were surprised that Rylee came out so

come out so soon? Has

at the plate, and it seemed that some of it

and asked Rylee,

for the five-star service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open.

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are no

lied to

all the huge dogs we raise

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

leaned on the sofa and

to the study suddenly

so frightened that she sat up straight and stopped

Armand and the old butler were

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

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not

“Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to

rolled his eyes, “You? You're here

am not fooling around! I

do much work this time. As Timothy's maid, she was very

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was a very

She was also hardworking!

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

on the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a few

once again: what happened last night

at Rylee and rushed out like

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

home, she can finally calm

was so dreamy and

a thorn

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

lying on the sofa, eyes closed,

whether she should cry or be happy about what happened

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded beside

her eyes, “Oh? Is there something I can

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

“Oh? For me? What?”

at it, and she was shocked

teeth, “When

from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do

businesses, and this is the final

old butler's eyelids

Mr. Wheeler by the title of

her eyes and looked at

were written