Wolf President Hooks Up

“I seem to have heard one of them say that they are not closing the door. They are just clearing the venue. If an important person wants to go there for entertainment, they will clear the irrelevant people.”

Timothy sank into the sofa, stretching his long legs comfortably.

Kenneth Keith leaned forward, drinking from a glass.

“Boss, tell me, why did you come out? Isn't that the young little girl working at your place?”

Kenneth asked Timothy, but Timothy was taking the drink sip to himself.

Timothy frowned slightly and said succinctly, “I'm a little discouraged. What's the matter with you? Don't you never work overtime? It's rare to see you in the company during normal work hours, so why do you go to my place on weekends?”

“Hey, it’s a sad and bitter story! Whenever I think about it, it's a story of blood and tears!”

Timothy smiled reluctantly, sat up straight, brought over the wine, and drank a cup of it in one gulp.

Timothy has always been known for being treacherous. Both the business competition and the negotiation or even banquets outside, he had always been the one who plays tricks.

Take drinking alcohol as an example, no one have ever seen him get drunk.

Of course, no one know how much he could drink before he get drunk.

He was even treacherous in alcohol. When everyone drank the wine all, he just took a shallow sip.

So, the way he drank a glass of wine just now scared Kenneth.

What happened to Mr. Wheeler? It seemed that this is the first time he couldn’t remember things clearly!

Kenneth immediately thought that: When Mr. Wheeler was stimulated, will he consider him as a training opponent?

He couldn't help shivering a few times when he thought of the strength of being slammed onto the mat by Timothy, who was a martial art specialist.

“Boss, you don’t have to rush, drink less, don't drink in such a hurry.”

Kenneth tried to persuade Timothy smartly.

Timothy blocked him with his hand, continued to drink with his eyes looking down, and asked in a deep voice, “Tell me what's happened you.”

“Oh, speaking of me. I really want to find a place to bury myself! Last night, I was too embarrassed. It was the first time I was so embarrassed after hanging around with different ladies for so many years.”

“Let’s talk about the point!”

“Oh, point, the point. When I was doing that with a woman, another woman broke in. It doesn't matter. But I didn’t expect that the bitch who came in later was so stupid. She didn’t even shut the door for me. As a result, I had a runny nose because of the weather. That damn snot actually flew into the face of the woman beneath me! Ouch, shame on me! I have never been so ashamed! I was just thinking: if the snot flows into the mouth of another woman... I can really cut off my cock! Shut the damn door, and stay away from this for the rest of my life!”

Pff...

Timothy didn't hold back and smiled softly.

Kenneth breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, god, thanks to his rich humorous skills, he finally made the boss laugh.

Timothy drank a glass of wine. “Just keep your mouth shut.”

“I am not bluffing! This is true! One hundred percent true!”

The two good brothers spent a lot of time drinking and chatting.

When Timothy returned to Seaside Villa, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

With a slight smell of alcohol, and the relaxed mood after being drunk.

“Mr. Wheeler, welcome back. Would you like some hangover soup?”

The old butler went after Timothy.

“No, I'm fine.” Timothy waved his hand, threw his coat on the sofa in the living room, and walked upstairs.

was lying in the middle of

twisted in a wired position, and a few shirts

asleep here while tiding the closet

What a confusing lady!

help but

walked over, pulled out all his expensive shirts gently, threw them on the sofa

immediately. She opened her eyes only

back?” Rylee thought Timothy was going

his face so close to hers that mislead her to think

up

fright and stammered, “Well, you have too many shirts, I haven't finished sorting them yet. Anyway, there is still one day

escape, but Timothy grabbed her by

to look at Timothy

was drunk, so his eyes became more

“...Sleep here.”

squeeze out a

be able to speak out

head immediately, “No, no, no, I'll take the guest

to get her arm

her eyelashes, looking at Timothy

come on. Wouldn't Mr. Wheeler be trying to force her to do so

go

lose control and

that case, everything will be too

than

saliva and ran

and went to the bathroom

but think of

Manfred who ask her to

ran out with a rapid heartbeat and got into the

she stroked her

What's wrong with her!

Timothy's room just now, she had the idea of staying there and sleeping

It's ridiculous!

she have that thought coming through her

think about it. Don't think about it.” Rylee murmured the spell and went to

doing her jobs, she was so sleepy that she couldn't even

she's cleaned and was lying in the guest room next to his door,

tossing

sheep, two

when she had counted to

gets one, one two

multiplication formula dozens of

She’s going crazy!

this a sequela of

of aphrodisiacs, her mind started to flash

she couldn’t recall even the

Boom!

a few thunderstorms outside, causing Rylee, whose thoughts was drifting wildly,

she could see the

Is it raining

Boom!

the ground just outside her

Shivering.

The thunder continued.

it anymore

of Timothy's

So scary, so scary!

quickly to the master bedroom. Regardless of whether Timothy was sleeping or not, she lifted a corner of

who was still