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 was angrier than

she went out like this, would Uncle Armand let the dog

she came in, Uncle Armand had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog

me? I want you to get

and pushed Rylee's

pack up the dishes and

soon as she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books on the desk

old butler were surprised that

you come out so soon?

plate, and it seemed that some

and asked

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 the proof what his eating. What do

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are no

You lied to me!

dogs we raise

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

sofa and grabbed the fruit

study suddenly opened and Timothy

frightened that she sat up

the old butler were silent and bowed

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

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

bowed his head, not daring to speak any

Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what about me? What am I

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

stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am doing my job every

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

Wheeler last night anyway! That

She was also hardworking!

a formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful

watched Timothy

she reminded herself once again: what happened last

at Rylee and rushed out like

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

not at home, she

so dreamy and

a thorn

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

eyes closed, while her mind was

tell whether she should cry or be

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice

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

for you.” The old butler handed over a piece of

“Oh? For me? What?”

the paper curiously, glanced at it, and she

teeth, “When did

Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do that

the final order from

old butler's eyelids

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

eyes and looked

requirements were