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?

did she feel that Mr. Wheeler was angrier

she went out like this, would

if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog

me? I want

and pushed Rylee's ass off the

pack up the dishes and walked

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

were surprised that

you come out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten

plate, and it

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is

Wheeler 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

Rylee bowed to Armand.

said, “Actually

You lied

we raise are in

you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the old

sofa and grabbed the fruit to

door to the study suddenly opened and Timothy

sat up straight and stopped eating the

old butler were silent

anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to

the future? Why are we going

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring to speak any

Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what about me? What am I

eyes, “You? You're

“I, I am not

admitted that she really didn't do much work this time. As

last night anyway! That was a very

She was also hardworking!

into a formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous

on the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a few

reminded herself once again: what happened last night was more beneficial

Rylee and rushed out like

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

home, she can finally

was so dreamy

a thorn in her

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

the sofa, eyes closed, while her

should cry or

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded

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

The old butler

“Oh? For me? What?”

the paper curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked by the

teeth, “When

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

and this is the final order

butler's

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

and looked at

requirements were