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.

she went out like this, would Uncle Armand let the dog bite

Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog bite her ass when she

me? I want

and pushed Rylee's ass

but to pack up

soon as she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples

the old butler were surprised that

soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten the

butler looked at the plate, and it seemed that some

asked Rylee,

come on, keep your

Rylee bowed to Armand.

coughed and said, “Actually there are no dogs

lied

all the huge dogs we raise

you say in the future. It's disrespectful

sofa and grabbed

to the study suddenly

was so frightened that she sat

butler were silent and bowed their

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

future? Why are we going to

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

“You? You're here to be your

am not fooling around! I am doing my job every

that she really didn't do much work this time.

with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway!

She was also hardworking!

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

sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for

happened

even look at Rylee and rushed out

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

home, she can

was so

was also a thorn in

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

on the sofa, eyes

she should cry or be happy about what happened last

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded

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

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

“Oh? For me? What?”

glanced at it,

teeth, “When did

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 on the requirement

“After all these businesses, and this is the final order from her! Alright, this boy has some

butler's eyelids

dare was Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by

her eyes and looked at

requirements were written