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. Wheeler was angrier than

like this, would Uncle Armand let

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

want you

irritably and pushed

no choice but to pack up the dishes

Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all

butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

come out so soon?

and it seemed that some

and asked Rylee, “Is

on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof

Rylee bowed to Armand.

coughed and said, “Actually

You lied

raise are in factories in

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

the sofa and grabbed the fruit

study suddenly opened

so frightened that she sat up

the old butler were silent and bowed their

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

weekends in the future? Why are we going to do to work in

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not

you guys went to

rolled his eyes, “You? You're here to be

then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am doing my job every

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

with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was a

She was also hardworking!

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

and watched

what happened last night was more

didn't even look at Rylee and rushed

barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she was relieved until she saw Timothy's

she

night was so dreamy and

was also a thorn

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

the sofa, eyes

should cry or be happy about what happened

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice

her eyes, “Oh? Is there something

you.” The old butler handed over a

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it, and she

her teeth, “When did this

then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do that

businesses, and this is the

butler's eyelids

call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of “boy”? Oh, it’s disrespect, it’s so

and looked at the

were written