Wolf President Hooks Up

"What did he mean? Does he mean that I’m so stupid and can’t understand his feelings? In fact, he wants to say that he falls in
love with me? I have a good imagination. How it possible! How could the richest man in the country love me? What does he
mean? I'm going crazy! It’s such a torture!"
Rylee stomp her feet, turned and ran into the house.
Upstairs, there was a flashing figure in the room.
Manfred walked away from the window, restlessly lit up the cigarette.
Rylee came back at midnight. Besides, it was Timothy who drove her home.
So annoyed!
When Timothy came back to the villa, Felicia walked up to him like a bird. She smiled and said, "Is it cold outside? You must be
tired, right? Give the bag to me."
Timothy watched Felicia’s face.
He thought this girl must be furious. But she looked so normal.
"Ok."
Timothy said.
Into the house, he was sitting on the sofa.
Felicia had quickly brought over a cup of hot juice "Drink it quickly. It’s very healthy."
Timothy looked at Felicia and slowly took over the cup. Then he drank it a little bit.
Felicia sat next to Timothy and massaged him, "Are you tired? I can give you a massage."
Timothy frowned, shook away Felicia’s hands, and stood up. He said coldly, "Felicia, do not interfere my work. Do not run out to
look for me. I have my own things. Don’t be self-willed."
Felicia bit her lips and smiled awkwardly.

Timothy didn’t see her. He said, "I’m tired. I have to go up to rest. Good night. Well, when you have time, give a call to your
father. He’s worried about you."
Then, Timothy walked to the upstairs.
Felicia stood there and clenched her fists. She felt so angry.
The next day, Rylee woke up early. She patted Timothy’s coat a few times, folded it and stuffed it into the bag.
She did not know what brand Timothy’s clothes was. So after coming back last night, she also specifically checked it on the
Internet. Then she was surprised.
OMG! This coat looked very simple. But it was tens of thousands dollars.
Tens of thousands! She could not ruin it or get it dirty.
Rylee carried a bag down the stairs. She even didn’t have breakfast. She walked out of the house.
Her bike was carried back by Timothy’s car. She patted the seat and jumped into the bike, which was like a boy.
Manfred drove the car behind her. He rolled down the window and asked Rylee, "Let me drive you to school? It’s cold now. Don’t
ride it."
Rylee looked at Manfred and shook her head with a smile, "It's okay. Even if it snows, I can hold on. Just do the exercise."
Then, she made a strong gesture.
Rylee was still smiling, but the window of back seats rolled down. Caroline’s face was exposed.
Rylee was surprised!
Caroline even sat in Manfred’s car! What was it going on?
Caroline deliberately let Rylee see herself. Then she smiled faintly and said, “Rylee is always healthy. I’m as not sturdy as her."
There was no one who would use "sturdy" to describe other girls, right?
Rylee didn’t want to argue with Caroline. She rolled her eyes at Caroline and said, "Yeah."

Then she whistled and rode the bike, looking so cool.
Manfred was afraid that Rylee would think too much. So he quickly explained to Rylee, "Caroline doesn’t feel well. She asked me
to take her to the hospital."
Manfred looked at Rylee. However, Rylee said, "I'm not a doctor. Don’t need to tell me."
Manfred had no ways but to accelerate slowly. Gradually, he drove away.
Caroline looked back at Rylee and then looked at Manfred, "Manfred, you’re not happy?"
"No." Manfred pulled a long face.
"Manfred, anyway, she will know it sooner or later, right?"
Manfred squinted. He didn’t answer, but just suddenly sped up a lot.
Rylee rode for a while. Then she saw a few cars parked in front, which were hidden behind the trees.
She was sharp-eyed and recognized that it was Timothy’s car.
Sure enough, when she was about to get close to the car, Timothy opened the door and got out of the car..
He wore the suit and tie. Today, Timothy looked so handsome!
Of course, Timothy was always handsome.
"Hey! Timothy! How do you come here?"
Rylee quickly jumped out of the bike.
She smiled brightly.
In fact, she wanted to ask him what he meant last night. But she just didn’t dare to ask.
Timothy smiled faintly, "I said I would pick you up today."
"Well, I thought you were going to my school’s gate to pick me up!"
"I got up early this morning. So I drove here."

There was a guy who came over to move Rylee’s bike onto the car.
Rylee got on Timothy’s car.
Timothy asked her, "Have you had breakfast?"
Rylee said, "Of course not! You treat me for breakfast!"
"Okay."
Timothy suddenly touched her face. Rylee was scared.
"It’s so cold. How about I going here to drive you to school every day? You don’t have to ride the bike."
Rylee was shocked.
Why did Timothy say the same words as Manfred?
"No need. How could I always trouble you? Besides, it’s also an exercise. If I do not exercise, how can I work for you, right?"
Timothy almost blurted out, ‘Actually, I do not need you to work for me.’
The driver went straight to an upscale restaurant.
Timothy led Rylee inside. Rylee sighed, "So few people here. Juts two of us. Will it be good? Will there be fresh food?"
Timothy laughed, "Rest assured. It’s clean and healthy."
Rylee laughed, "If they dare to serve you bad food, take a stick to knock them down!"
Timothy laughed, "Well, listen to you."
Rylee suddenly thought of something, and asked, "How is that man with tattoo going?"
Timothy was stunned. But his face was calm as usual. He said, "Since you punched him, they would teach him a lesson at most.
Then they let him go."
Rylee nodded, "I guess he will surely not dare to bully girls in the future!"
Timothy looked at the back of Rylee’s head and secretly said to himself, ‘Yes, he has no chance to bully girls.’

Rylee ordered a lot of food and waited by the table. After all the food was served, she looked and sniffed, then exclaimed, "My
God, it looks so good. Even a small snack is made into a hedgehog. It’s so delicate! "
"As long as you like it."
Timothy said faintly.
This was the best breakfast restaurant in the city. To make her have a good breakfast, he booked here in the early morning.
Rylee ate a lot. Then she was full
Patting her tummy and watching Timothy eating, she unceremoniously handed over to one of her hands, "Give me a massage. I
felt so full."
Her tone was just like a wife dictating her husband.
Timothy laughed, held her hand and had a look.
Her hand was fair, tender and chubby.
When holding it, he felt super good.
Timothy flipped.
Rylee leaned over and asked, "Do you find that my hands are beautiful and delicate? I do not mind you praising me."
Timothy glanced at Rylee and then said, "Short and fat. Even your hands are ugly."
Rylee glared at him, "What did you say? Are you blind? There are no such perfect hands in the world!"
Timothy said again, "Do you still want me to give you massage?"
Suddenly, she fell silent.
Rylee pouted, handed over the little hand again and whispered, "Well, well. Anyway, in your eyes, I look bad."
Timothy massaged her hand and said with smile, "You’re a little short, lazy, greedy and cunning. Who will marry you?"
Rylee was so angry, "Am I so bad? There is definitely someone who will marry me!"

Timothy suddenly looked up at the ceiling, "See!"
Rylee was surprised and then looked up, "What?"
"Pigs fly!"
Hearing it, Rylee was so angry.
Really couldn’t think of such cold Timothy would make jokes!
When they two walked out of the restaurant, Rylee was still thinking about that matter. While walking, she was slapping
Timothy’s back.
Timothy chuckled and held Rylee’s hands. He walked to the car together with Rylee.
Click, click!
Hawk who was on the roof, took the pictures of them.
Timothy drove Rylee the downstairs of Kenneth’s company and said, "Kenneth works here."
Rylee got out of the car and looked up to the high building. She nodded, "Got it! If he dares to refuse me to interview him, I'll call
you!"
"He'll cooperate with you."
Rylee went upstairs. Timothy walked next to her side by side.