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. Wheeler was

would Uncle Armand let the dog

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

I want you to get

pushed

but to pack up the dishes and walked

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

were surprised that Rylee

you come out so soon? Has

at the plate, and it seemed that some of it had been

asked Rylee, “Is boss

eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are no dogs

lied to me!

raise are in

say in

the sofa and grabbed the fruit to

study suddenly opened and Timothy

that she sat

the old butler were silent and bowed their

walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the

don't we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to do to work in

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not daring to speak

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

his eyes, “You? You're

am not fooling

didn't do much work

slept with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was

She was also hardworking!

with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a

sat on the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a few

reminded herself once again: what happened last

didn't even look at Rylee and rushed out like

the glass and looked out, she was

was not at home, she

night was so

a thorn

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

lying on the sofa, eyes closed, while

couldn't even tell whether she should cry or be happy about what happened

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded beside

“Oh? Is there something

you.” The old butler handed over a piece

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she was shocked by the

her teeth, “When did this

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

and this is the final order from her! Alright,

old butler's

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

rubbed her eyes and

requirements were