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 the dog

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

want you

pushed Rylee's ass off

choice but to pack up

temples irritably, shoving all the books

the old butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten

looked at the plate, and it seemed that

and asked Rylee, “Is boss

service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof

Rylee bowed to Armand.

said, “Actually there

lied to

we raise

Armand, I will never believe what you say in

the sofa and

the study suddenly opened

that she sat up straight

and the old butler were

the car ready, I'll go to the office

in the future? Why are we going to do to work in

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not daring to speak any

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

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

stared blankly, and then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around!

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

night anyway! That was

She was also hardworking!

a gorgeous face, a graceful

sofa and watched

she reminded herself once again: what happened last night

even look at Rylee

door in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she was

home, she can finally calm down a

night was so

also a thorn

old butler walked over to and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes,

the sofa, eyes closed,

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

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded beside

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

old butler handed over a piece of

“Oh? For me? What?”

paper curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked

teeth, “When did

it, too. I just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then

this is the final order from

old butler's

was Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the

rubbed her eyes and

were written