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?

that Mr. Wheeler was angrier

went out like this, would Uncle Armand

lunch happily and comfortably, he would make

understand me? I want

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's ass off

pack up

rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books on the desk

and the old butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

out so soon? Has Mr.

it seemed that some

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is

keep your

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually

lied to me!

dogs we raise are in factories in the

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

leaned on the sofa and grabbed the fruit

study suddenly opened

she sat up straight and

butler were silent

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

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not daring to

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

You're

and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am

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

slept with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That

She was also hardworking!

with a gorgeous face,

watched Timothy coming downstairs for a few

once again: what happened

look at Rylee

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

she can finally calm down a

night was so dreamy

also a thorn in

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

eyes closed, while her

even tell whether she should cry or

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded

quickly opened her eyes, “Oh? Is there something

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

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it, and she was

teeth, “When did this

you must have 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 to do that based

is the final order from her! Alright, this boy has

butler's

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

rubbed her eyes and looked

were