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. Wheeler

like this, would Uncle Armand

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

I want you to get

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's ass off the

no choice but to pack

his temples irritably, shoving all the books on

surprised that Rylee came out so

out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

at the plate, and it

frowned and asked

the five-star service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there are no

lied

raise are

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

and

to the study suddenly opened and Timothy

sat up straight and

the old butler were silent and bowed

and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go

the future? Why are we going to do to work in

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring

and asked Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went

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

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

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

with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway!

She was also hardworking!

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

sat on the sofa and watched Timothy

what happened last

look at Rylee and rushed out like the

in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she was relieved until she saw Timothy's luxury

not at home, she can finally calm down a

so dreamy and

was also a thorn

over to and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and

sofa, eyes closed, while her mind

cry

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded beside

her eyes, “Oh? Is

this is for you.” The old butler handed over a piece of

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked by

her teeth, “When did

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

all these businesses, and this is the

butler's

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

eyes and looked

requirements were