Chapter 1462
Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily
1462 I wonât touch a single finger of his
Brother Jiangâs face darkened.
Lan Xiao and Wen Muchu looked at each other. Since Wen Cheng wasnât here, Lan Xiao didnât dare to let her know about this.
Before he was sure that Fu Ling was safe.
They would not tell Wen Cheng that the Nighthawks had contacted them.
âNighthawk, what are you trying to do?â Brother Jiang asked in a deep voice.
Nighthawk chuckled in a low voice. His chuckling was a little eerie.
After laughing, he said slowly, â Jiang beiming, what do you think Iâm trying to do? â
Brother Jiangâs eyes flashed with a bit of gloominess. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said to Nighthawk patiently.
âI know that you want to exchange for your men. Donât worry, as long as you let Fu Ling return safely, I will keep my promise and release your men.â
âTheyâre all fine now, completely unscathed. I promise, Iâll let them return to your side safely.â
Nighthawk gritted his teeth and cursed, â Jiang beiming, I donât believe your f * cking promise. I donât believe a single word you say.
Brother Jiang pursed his thin lips and asked coldly,âthen what do you think we should do?â Since youâre calling me, it means that you want to make a deal with me. Yingluo, if you donât believe me, how are we going to make a deal?â
âIs there anyone else beside you?â Nighthawk asked in a low voice.
Brother Jiang raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Muchu who was standing opposite him.
Nighthawkâs voice came again,âwhoâs that standing in front of you?â Is he the youngest president of s country, Wen Muchu?â
itâs Zhenzhen, â brother Jiang replied truthfully.
give him your phone. I want to negotiate with him.
Brother Jiangâs eyes flashed with a murderous look.
He gritted his teeth and passed the phone to Wen Muchu.
Wen Muchu took the phone and did not speak first.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Nighthawk smiled and took the initiative to greet Wen Muchu, â âHi, President Wen, how are you, Yingluo?â
Wen Muchu lowered his voice and replied in a low voice, â âSince you want to make a deal with me. Then tell me first about Fu Lingâs current situation, Yingluo.â
On the other end of the phone, Nighthawk turned to look at Fu Ling, who was tied to a wooden stake.
His lips curved into a smile as he took a photo and sent it to Wen Muchu.
âPresident Wen, Iâm doing you a favor. I just posted this photo. Fu Ling wasnât injured at all and was very safe. Heâs the Crown Prince of country G, I wonât touch a single finger of his unless itâs absolutely necessary!â
Wen Muchu brought up the photo and Lan Xiao took a closer look.
When she saw that Fu Lingâs body was intact, she heaved a sigh of relief.
As long as Fu Ling was fine, everything else was easy to handle.
Wen Muchu cautiously said to Nighthawk, â âItâs just a photo. Itâs not enough to make me believe that Fu Ling is really safe and sound. Who knows if you had prepared this photo in advance?â
Nighthawk knew that Wen Muchu was very cautious.
He did not get angry and hung up the phone immediately. He then video-called Wen Muchu.
In the video, Nighthawk, who was wearing a black cap, greeted Wen Muchu.
âItâs good that President Wen is cautious. Iâll naturally cooperate with you for such a simple request. Fu Lingâs identity is extraordinary, so I naturally wonât touch him. If he dies, then my brothers will all be gone. I understand this logic, Yingluo.â
Then, he pointed the camera at Fu Ling.
Fu Lingâs clothes were still neat.
There were no visible wounds on his body.
His mouth was blocked by a cloth, so he couldnât open his mouth to speak.