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?

that Mr. Wheeler

went out like this, would Uncle Armand let the dog

Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch

understand me? I want you to get

irritably and pushed Rylee's ass off

no choice but to pack up

his temples irritably, shoving all

and the old butler were surprised that

so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

looked at the plate, and it seemed that some of it

and asked Rylee,

also praised me for the five-star 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,

Rylee bowed to Armand.

said, “Actually there

You lied to me!

huge dogs we raise are in

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

the sofa and grabbed the fruit

to the study suddenly opened and

sat up straight and

old butler were silent

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

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

bowed his head, not daring

went to work in the company,

eyes, “You? You're here

retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am

much work this time. As

Wheeler last night anyway! That

She was also hardworking!

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

watched

once again: what happened last

at Rylee

at the glass and looked

at home, she can finally calm

night was so dreamy

was also a thorn

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

on the sofa, eyes closed, while

should cry

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded

Is

is for you.” The old butler

“Oh? For me? What?”

at it, and she was shocked by the

teeth, “When

just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said,

businesses, and this is the

old butler's

Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of “boy”? Oh,

her eyes and looked at

were written