Wang Zhuo's sister was called Lin Ya. She graduated from the Finance Department of Hangzhou University and worked in a large financial company in Hangzhou. She was definitely a high-paying white-collar worker.
Wang Zhuo's current family was also quite powerful in Hangzhou. His cheap father founded the Wang Group from scratch, and the hotel and entertainment industries under his management were many industries. In other words, he was now considered a rich second generation.
"Alright, Sis, I'm fine now. Quickly help me to the bed.”
He didn't dare to let his sister continue to touch him. If there was some kind of physiological reaction, it would be embarrassing. From his memory, he knew that although his father remarried, his stepmother and this cheap sister were especially good to him. They really treated him as their own family. This made Wang Zhuo, who had never experienced family love since he was young, feel very warm.
"Look at you. You're so careless. You even broke your leg, but you still won't stop. I'm telling you, when we go back this time, you better stay here obediently and don't cause trouble again. Otherwise, your father will definitely beat you up.“
Lin Ya scolded her troublesome younger brother with a straight face.
"Tsk, when did I cause trouble? It was just a car accident with someone else. There's nothing I can do about it. It's just that my Ferrari that costs more than three million yuan was wasted.”
"Alright, don't feel bad about your car. Be good. When the time comes, I'll use my private money to buy you a new one.”
"Wow, really? Sis, you're so nice. Come and give me a kiss.”
Wang Zhuo was overjoyed. He jumped up and hugged Lin Ya, kissing her cheek.
It had to be said that Wang Zhuo's adaptability was very strong. After a while, he had already replaced himself as the original owner of the body. However, his joy was not fake. No matter who it was, they all needed love, and this was what Wang Zhuo lacked the most.
Three days later, Wang Zhuo was discharged from the hospital. His injuries weren't particularly serious, thanks to the excellent protection system of his 3,000,000 Ferrari and his good driving skills.
When he got home, his father was not there, and his stepmother was preparing lunch for him in the kitchen.
"Xiao Zhuo, you're back. I'll make you some pig's trotter soup and you can eat. Your leg is broken, so eat this. Xiao Ya, quickly help your brother to his room.”
Lin Ya went over to help Wang Zhuo, who had changed into slippers, and walked upstairs.
Wang Zhuo's family lived in the wealthy district of Hangzhou, in the villa area by the West Lake. They lived in the front row of the lake-view house. The entire villa had three floors and was more than 400 square meters. In a place like Hangzhou where every inch of land was expensive, one couldn't afford to live in such a house without some ability.
When they arrived at the room, Lin Ya helped Wang Zhuo to sit down by the bed. Then, she went downstairs to help her mother. She also told Wang Zhuo not to move. If there was anything, just call him.
In fact, Wang Zhuo already had a huge amount of wealth before he died. As a paparazzi, he was the number one paparazzi. His usual income was very considerable. For the sake of his image, those big shots and celebrities would usually spend money to deal with Wang Zhuo and ask him to be lenient. These people didn't care about money at all. They would give him at least ten million. However, the money from before was definitely not available now.
At this moment, he anxiously turned on his computer and logged into his Weibo account that he used to expose.
Sorry, the account you are using does not exist.
Wang Zhuo was stunned when he saw the computer screen. His original Weibo account no longer existed. Even if he was dead, his Weibo account shouldn't have been deleted.
Wang Zhuo hurriedly opened all the major news websites. He knew that his death would be big news and there would be related reports.
"China's number one paparazzi was killed in a car accident. The entertainment industry cheered.”
"The Devil King Zhuo in the eyes of celebrities died an unnatural death and was punished by the heavens? Or was it a premeditated murder?"
"Due to pressure from all walks of life, the official Weibo account of Star Lang has deleted the number one paparazzi Wang Zhuo's Weibo account.”
F * ck, so that's what happened. His Weibo could be deleted after he died? What kind of logic was this? Just because he had offended too many people before? This was definitely intolerable.
After that, Hu Tian browsed through a few websites and forums that were relatively larger and more authoritative in China. In the past few days, it was almost all about the news of his death. However, as he expected, many celebrities applauded his death, claiming that it brought peace to the entertainment industry. These celebrities had the support of many brainless fans, and they were very arrogant.
Wang Zhuo sneered at the screen and said to himself,"You probably didn't expect me to be alive, right? You guys can jump around as much as you want. The game is about to begin.”
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