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.

went out like this, would Uncle

lunch happily and comfortably, he

understand me? I want you to

and pushed Rylee's ass off

pack up the

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

and the old butler were surprised that Rylee came out so

so soon? Has Mr.

butler looked at the plate, and it seemed that some of it had

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is

all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there

You lied to me!

the huge dogs we raise

you say in the

and grabbed the fruit to

suddenly

frightened that she sat up straight and

butler were silent and bowed

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

the future?

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to

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

rolled his eyes, “You? You're

I am not fooling around! I am doing

work this time. As Timothy's maid,

with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was a

She was also hardworking!

suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a

the sofa and watched Timothy

once again: what happened last night was more beneficial

look at Rylee

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

at home, she can finally calm down a

night was so

a

house rang. The old butler walked over to and pick it up. With the conversation

the sofa, eyes

couldn't even tell whether she should cry or be

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded

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

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

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she was shocked

“When did this

Wheeler, and I then wrote down

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

old butler's eyelids

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

and

requirements were