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.

like this, would Uncle Armand let

said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily

I want you

frowned irritably and pushed

choice but to pack up the dishes and

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

the old butler were surprised that Rylee came out

come out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

plate, and it seemed that some of it

and asked Rylee,

he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there are no

You lied to

dogs we raise are in factories

say in the

leaned on the sofa and grabbed the

study suddenly

she sat up straight and stopped eating the

the old butler were silent

didn't look at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to the office after I get

weekends in the future? Why

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring to speak

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

“You? You're here to be

retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am doing my

didn't do much work this time.

Wheeler last night

She was also hardworking!

with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure,

on the sofa and watched Timothy coming

once again: what happened last night was more

even look at Rylee and rushed out like the

chased to the door in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out,

not at home, she can finally calm down a

so dreamy

also a

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

on the sofa, eyes closed,

she should cry or be happy about what

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice

eyes, “Oh? Is

for you.” The old butler handed over a piece

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she was shocked by

teeth, “When

now, you must have heard it, too. I just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down

businesses, and this is the final order from her! Alright, this boy has

butler's eyelids

was Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by

rubbed her eyes and looked

requirements were written