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.

like this, would Uncle Armand let the

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

understand me? I want

pushed Rylee's ass off

pack up

walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all

surprised that Rylee came

out so soon?

at the plate, and it seemed that some

frowned and asked

Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the

Rylee bowed to Armand.

coughed and said, “Actually

lied

all the huge dogs we raise are in factories in the

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

and grabbed the fruit to

study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

was so frightened that she sat up straight and stopped

butler were silent and bowed their

and said, “Armand, get the

in the future? Why

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring to speak any

you guys went to work in the company,

eyes, “You? You're here to be

I am not

admitted that she really didn't do much work

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

She was also hardworking!

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

sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for

herself once again: what happened last night was more beneficial

didn't even look at Rylee and rushed out like the

to the door in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she

she can

night was so

a thorn

it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will

sofa, eyes closed, while her mind

tell whether she should cry or be happy about what happened

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded beside

“Oh? Is there something I

is for you.” The old butler handed

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it,

her teeth, “When

from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr.

and this is the final

old butler's

Wheeler by the title of “boy”? Oh, it’s disrespect,

rubbed her eyes and looked

requirements were written