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?

Mr. Wheeler

this, would Uncle Armand

the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big

I want you to get

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's

but to pack up the dishes and walked

rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books on

and the old butler were surprised that

come out so soon? Has Mr.

butler looked at the plate, and it seemed that

and asked

praised me for the five-star service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are no dogs

You lied to me!

huge dogs we raise are in

in the future. It's disrespectful

sofa and grabbed

the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

so frightened that she sat up straight

the old butler were silent and bowed

didn't look at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to the office after I

spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not

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 am not fooling around! I am doing

she really didn't do much work

slept with Mr. Wheeler last night

She was also hardworking!

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

watched Timothy coming downstairs for a

herself once again: what happened last night was more beneficial

Rylee and rushed out

barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she was relieved until she

not at home, she can finally

was so dreamy

also a thorn

With the

sofa, eyes closed, while her

should cry or

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded

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

you.” The old butler handed over a

“Oh? For me? What?”

glanced at it, and

teeth, “When did

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

viciously, “After all these businesses, and this is the

old butler's

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

rubbed her eyes and looked

requirements were written