Dejan Lu burst out laughing when he heard that.
What the hell was there to blend in for?
With Diego Maradona's build, any reporter would recognize him at a glance.
Besides, Dejan the Football King was not actually injured.
He might as well sneak out himself.
"Let Monica sit in the wheelchair and pretend to be me. I'll go meet Diego."
Dejan Lu said.
"You're going to let him know you aren't injured?"
The Princess asked doubtfully.
"Just wrap it up simply."
Dejan Lu said.
If a ruler could not keep secrets, he would lose his ministers; if a minister could not keep secrets, he would lose his life.
If you were plotting something and shouting about it everywhere, it would catch up with you sooner or later.
If it were not for his good brother Totti, Dejan Lu would not have chosen to be "injured."
Compared to conspiracies, he preferred open schemes.
So even if Diego Maradona had come to visit, Dejan the Football King still had to look injured.
Other than Sacchi and his girlfriend, no one would know the truth.
Dejan Lu put in Monica's blue contacts, altered his appearance slightly, and left the hospital with the help of a nurse.
Monica used them occasionally when she wanted to change her look.
Her eyes were brown.
Romans really were quite close to Asians when it came to hair and eye color.
Only after leaving the hospital did Dejan Lu realize how lively it was outside. No wonder he could hear the commotion downstairs from his ward.
There were reporters, broadcast vans, Milan fans who had come to pray, and even damn tourists who were just there to watch the show.
It was right for Diego Maradona not to get too close.
After making several turns, Dejan Lu