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

like this, would Uncle Armand let the dog bite

if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily

understand me? I want you

and pushed Rylee's ass off the

to pack up the dishes and walked

Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving

the old butler were surprised that Rylee

come out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

it

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

Rylee bowed to Armand.

coughed and said, “Actually there are

lied

all the huge dogs we raise are in factories in

you say in the

on the sofa and grabbed the fruit to

to the study suddenly opened and Timothy

she sat

Armand and the old butler were silent and bowed their

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

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not daring to speak any

Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in

eyes, “You? You're here

“I, I am not

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

slept with Mr. Wheeler last night

She was also hardworking!

a gorgeous face, a

sofa and watched

herself once again: what happened last night

Rylee and

at the glass and looked

home, she can finally calm

night was so dreamy

was also a

butler walked over to and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will do”, the butler kept talking and nodded

eyes closed, while her mind was

should cry or be happy about what happened last

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded beside

“Oh? Is there something I can

The old butler handed over a piece of

“Oh? For me? What?”

paper curiously, glanced at it, and she

“When did

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

“After all these businesses, and this is the

butler's

call their Mr. Wheeler by the

rubbed her eyes and looked at

requirements were