But of course it wasn't Nie Zhao. Nie Zhao was a patient, still lying in the intensive care unit. The person who came out of the ward was Chen Rou's most loyal comrade-in-arms, Song Yuanchao. His face shape, skull, shoulder width, and height were very similar to Nie Zhao's. If he didn't return to the mainland in the future, he would be a good substitute for Nie Zhao if necessary.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse.
Just moments ago, when Song Yuanchao, dressed in a floral shirt and tight pants, jumped down from the ceiling, the bodyguards in the corridor simply mistook him for a street thug from Kowloon, a gangster.
But now, under Nie Han's care, he changed into Nie Zhao's designer suit, and his whole appearance was completely transformed.
The padded shoulders and well-tailored fit of his suit perfectly concealed his thin frame. Having served in the military and undergone rigorous training, he naturally possessed a good physique. Standing there, he outshone even a group of bodyguards.
Chen Rou served in the army for twenty years in her previous life. Based on the type of military she was in, she had more male comrades than female comrades. Of course, they were all lean, tall, and incredibly handsome, truly outstanding individuals.
But Song Yuanchao was different from her comrades who were born in the new era.
He had not only been on the battlefield and killed people, but he must have also committed some other crimes and done hard labor. He had a very weathered and complex aura about him, and for some reason, that aura always reminded Chen Rou of her father who died young in her previous life because of drug enforcement. In short, it felt particularly familiar.
She instinctively stepped forward, reached out and patted Song Yuanchao's shoulders, and asked with a smile, "Are you comfortable wearing these?"
How should we describe Song Yuanchao?
He spent a total of 24 hours in Hong Kong, traveling all over Kowloon. All he saw was poverty, filth, and crime. But then he went to Central, to the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, and there he saw extravagant wealth and money.
He felt as if he had fallen into a kaleidoscope, a feeling he couldn't describe in words.
However, since he was already there, he decided to make the best of it and wouldn't return to the mainland. Chen Rou obviously still needed his help, and of course he would help her.
So he stood at attention with his feet together, and habitually raised his hand in salute, saying, "Just tell me what you need."
Chen Rou certainly had something to do. They had been separated for 24 hours, during which she had assigned tasks to Song Yuanchao. Now that he was back, she needed to hear his report, and the two of them needed to have a good talk.
But just as she was about to send Nie Han away, Nie Han put his arm around her shoulder, smiled and leaned closer, whispering, "Mom, look, Brother Song is wearing a suit that my uncle just tailored. It's a style ordered from London. Doesn't it look good?"
Chen Rou nodded sincerely: "It looks good."
Nie Han's eyes sparkled with admiration as she said, "I think he looks better in this outfit than my uncle. What do you think?"
Song Yuanchao knew that the two girls were talking about him. He glanced at Chen Rou and then lowered his eyes in embarrassment.
Chen Rou carefully recalled and found that Nie Zhao was rarely seen in the original owner's memories.
Of course, that wasn't because the original owner of this body disliked Nie Zhao.
On the contrary, she loved him very much, but girls in love are always shy, insecure, and afraid to look at the person they love. Therefore, in the original owner's memories, there were very few full images of Nie Zhao wearing a suit, so Chen Rou could not recall them.
The original owner's soul had already perished and its whereabouts were unknown. Thinking of her, Chen Rou couldn't help but feel sad and angry. Such a kind and gentle girl was brutally humiliated and killed in her previous life. She would kill all those pirates sooner or later.
When asked if Song Yuanchao looked better in a suit than Nie Zhao, Chen Rou simply smiled and remained silent.
Actually, Song Yuanchao already looked very good in a suit, but Nie Zhao was different from Song Yuanchao. In her memory, he was a man with white hair in his temples in her previous life. Although he was old, he was very elegant. He wore a smart suit and looked refined and wise.
She doesn't know if Nie Zhao will be able to wake up and stand up in his youth, but she thinks that if he can wake up and stand up, he should be as handsome as Song Yuanchao.
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