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.

this, would Uncle Armand let

lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big

understand me? I want you to get

pushed

no choice but to pack

his temples irritably,

the old butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten the

and it seemed that

frowned and asked Rylee,

happy! Mr. Wheeler 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

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are

You lied to me!

dogs we raise are

you say in the future. It's disrespectful

leaned on the sofa and grabbed

door to the study suddenly opened and Timothy

she sat up straight and

old butler were silent and

anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

bowed his head, not

you guys went to

rolled his eyes, “You? You're

“I, I am not fooling around! I

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

last night anyway! That was a very tiring

She was also hardworking!

a gorgeous face,

watched Timothy coming downstairs for a

she reminded herself once again: what happened last night was more beneficial to

look at Rylee and rushed

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

she can finally calm down a

night was so dreamy and

a

phone of the house rang. The old butler walked over to and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will do”, the butler kept talking

sofa, eyes closed, while

whether she should cry or

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice

eyes, “Oh? Is there

this is for you.” The old butler handed

“Oh? For me? What?”

took the paper curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked by the

“When did this

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

all these businesses, and this is the final order from

butler's

their Mr. Wheeler by the title of “boy”?

eyes and looked

were