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. Wheeler was

out like this, would Uncle Armand

had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog bite her ass when she came

understand me? I want

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's ass off the

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

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

old butler were surprised

soon? Has Mr.

looked at the plate, and it seemed

asked

on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there

lied

all the huge dogs we raise are

I will never believe what you say in the

sofa and grabbed

the study suddenly

was so frightened that she sat up straight and stopped eating

and the old butler were silent

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

the future? Why are we going

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to speak any

you guys went to work

his eyes, “You? You're here to be your

then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling

that she really didn't do much work this

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was a very tiring

She was also hardworking!

a formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful

the sofa and watched Timothy coming

happened last night was more beneficial to

look at Rylee and

and looked out, she was relieved

at home, she can

so

was also a thorn in her

pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will do”, the butler kept talking and nodded

lying on the sofa, eyes closed,

she should cry or be happy about what happened last

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded

her eyes, “Oh? Is there something

you.” The old

“Oh? For me? What?”

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

“When

call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do that based

this is the final order from

butler's eyelids

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

and

requirements were written