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?

she feel that Mr.

went out like this, would Uncle

couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big

me? I want you

pushed Rylee's ass off the

had no choice but to pack up the dishes

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

surprised

out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

butler looked at the plate, and it seemed that some

frowned and asked

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 do

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are no dogs

lied

dogs we raise are in factories

what you say in the

the sofa and grabbed the

study suddenly opened and Timothy

sat up straight and stopped

Armand and the old butler

“Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to the office after

in the future? Why

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not

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

rolled his eyes, “You? You're

blankly, and then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not

much work this time. As

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway!

She was also hardworking!

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

the sofa and watched

herself once again: what happened last night was

even look at Rylee

the glass and looked out, she was relieved until

not at home, she can finally calm

was so

a thorn in

walked over to and pick it up. With the

was lying on the sofa, eyes closed,

whether she should cry

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded

eyes, “Oh? Is there something I can help,

old butler handed over

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it, and she was

“When did this

from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do that based on the

nodded viciously, “After all these businesses, and this is the final order from her! Alright, this

butler's eyelids

Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of “boy”?

eyes and

requirements were written