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

like this, would Uncle Armand let

said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make

want you to get

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's

had no choice but to pack up the dishes and

she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving

butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

come out so soon? Has

butler looked at the plate, and it seemed that some

and asked Rylee, “Is boss

on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof what his eating. What do you

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are

lied to

raise

I will never believe what you say in the future. It's disrespectful

and grabbed

the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

that she sat

and the old butler were

“Armand, get the

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not daring to speak

eyes and asked Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the

You're here to be your

retorted, “I, I am not fooling

she admitted that she really didn't do much work this

last night anyway! That was a

She was also hardworking!

went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and

watched Timothy coming downstairs for

once again: what happened last

at Rylee and rushed

the glass and looked out,

home, she can finally calm down

was so dreamy and

was also a thorn in

up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will do”, the

was lying on the sofa, eyes closed,

whether she should cry or

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded

Is there something I can

is for you.” The old butler handed

“Oh? For me? What?”

the paper curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked by the

her teeth, “When

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

the final order from

old butler's

by the title of “boy”?

rubbed her eyes and

were