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?

that Mr.

went out like this, would Uncle

lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog bite her ass when she

I want you to get

frowned irritably and pushed

had no choice but to pack up the dishes and walked out

his temples irritably, shoving all the

surprised that Rylee came

soon? Has

plate, and it seemed

and asked Rylee, “Is boss

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.

Rylee bowed to Armand.

said, “Actually there

lied to

all the huge dogs we raise are

never believe what you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the old to

on the sofa and grabbed the fruit to

study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

sat up straight

old butler

the car ready, I'll go to the

we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to

went

his eyes, “You? You're here to be your no-job-to-do-but-still-get-paid

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

didn't do much work this time. As Timothy's maid, she was very

last night

She was also hardworking!

into a formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a firm but fast

the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs

herself once again: what happened last night was more beneficial

at Rylee and rushed out like

looked out, she was relieved until she saw

not at home, she can finally calm down a

was so dreamy

was also a thorn in

it up. With the conversation of

on the sofa, eyes

tell whether she should cry or be happy about what happened last

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded beside

her eyes, “Oh? Is there something I

The old butler handed over

“Oh? For me? What?”

at it, and she was shocked by the

teeth, “When did this

receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler

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

butler's eyelids

by the

her eyes and looked

were