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

out like this, would Uncle

lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog

understand me? I want you to

and pushed Rylee's ass off

choice but to pack up the dishes and

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

were surprised that Rylee

did you come out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

it seemed that some

asked Rylee, “Is

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

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are

lied to

all the huge dogs we raise are in factories in

Uncle Armand, I will never believe what you say in the

sofa and grabbed the

door to the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

so frightened that she sat

butler were silent and

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

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not daring to speak

Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went

eyes, “You? You're here to be your no-job-to-do-but-still-get-paid

retorted, “I, I am not fooling around!

work this time.

with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was a very tiring

She was also hardworking!

changed into a formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a

on the sofa and watched

again: what happened last night was more

at Rylee and rushed

the glass and looked out, she

she can finally calm down a

night was so

also a thorn in

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

sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was in

even tell whether she should cry

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded

eyes, “Oh? Is there something I

old butler handed over a piece of

“Oh? For me? What?”

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

her teeth, “When did this

from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he

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

butler's eyelids

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

her eyes and

requirements were