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?

did she feel that Mr. Wheeler was

like this, would Uncle Armand let the dog

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

I want

irritably and pushed Rylee's

pack up the

rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books on the desk

butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

did you come out so soon?

it

asked Rylee,

on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof what his eating. What

Rylee bowed to Armand.

said, “Actually there are no dogs

You lied to

huge dogs we raise are in factories in

I will never believe what you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the old to lie to

and grabbed

suddenly opened and Timothy

she sat up

Armand and the old butler were silent and bowed

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

decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to do

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to speak any

widened his eyes and asked Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what about me? What am

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

“I, I am not

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

Wheeler last night anyway! That

She was also hardworking!

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

the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs

reminded herself once again: what happened last

didn't even look at Rylee and rushed

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

at home, she can finally

so dreamy

was also a thorn in her

With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and

on the sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was

she should cry

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded

her eyes, “Oh? Is

is for you.” The old butler handed

“Oh? For me? What?”

at it, and she was shocked by

teeth, “When

receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do that based

these businesses, and this is the final order from her! Alright, this boy has

butler's eyelids

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

eyes and looked at the

were