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 angrier than

out like this, would Uncle Armand let

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

me? I want you to get

pushed Rylee's ass off the

choice but to pack up

rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the

surprised that Rylee came

you come out so soon?

old butler looked at the plate, and it

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is

on, keep your eyes open. This

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are no dogs

lied to

we raise are in

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

and

suddenly opened and Timothy

was so frightened that she sat up straight and stopped eating

and the old butler were silent and

look at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to

future? Why are we going to do

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring to speak

Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in

“You? You're here

then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not

really didn't do much work this time. As Timothy's maid, she was

night anyway! That was a very

She was also hardworking!

changed into a formal suit and went downstairs, with a

and watched Timothy coming

again: what happened

look at Rylee and rushed out like

at the glass and looked out, she was relieved

was not at home, she can

so dreamy and

a thorn

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

the sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was

couldn't even tell whether she should cry or be happy about

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice

eyes, “Oh? Is there something I can help, Uncle

is for you.” The old butler handed over a

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she was shocked

teeth, “When did this

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

businesses, and this is the final order from her!

old butler's eyelids

their Mr. Wheeler by the title

her eyes and

requirements were written