After the groom escaped from the marriage, I was doted on by billionaires every day

Two days later, Lin Dongyu's injuries were basically healed and he could at least move around.

After leaving the hospital, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant, she got into Mo Chen's car and was escorted by a black business car filled with bodyguards in front and back, heading to Mo Chen's villa in Poissy.

Poissy is located on the western outskirts of Huadu. It was formerly a small village composed of farmers and fishermen. It has developed to the present day and has many unique historical buildings. Coupled with its beautiful scenery and close proximity to Huadu, many rich people are here. Buy property.

On a cold winter day, Poissy blooms beautifully in the sunshine.

As we drove along, we saw green trees outside the car window.

Each villa has its own characteristics, with lawns, flowers, and Christmas decorations that have never been put away. The whole town is filled with a pastoral atmosphere that the flower city does not have.

The black wrought iron gate slowly opened in front of Lin Dongyu. The road in front of him was wide and flat, and the automatic irrigation system on the lawn sprayed fine water mist.

Not far away, there is a white single-family villa, which adopts the architectural style of the Baroque period. The undulating lines give the building a rhythmic beauty.

The world belonging to Mo Chen opened in front of Lin Dongyu for the first time.

"Master, Madam."

A butler who was full of British flavor bowed respectfully to the two of them, took the luggage handed over by the bodyguard, and said in pure English: "The bedroom has been packed."

Mo Chen supported Lin Dongyu and took the elevator to the second floor.

Lin Dongyu originally thought that the scenes about the lives of rich people in film and television works were exaggerated. Unexpectedly, when she saw all this with her own eyes, she realized that it was all realistic.

It turns out that rich people in reality live such a luxurious life.

Such a large place, such a big house, and so many servants, only exist for the life of one or two people. It is too luxurious.

"Does anyone usually live here?" Lin Dongyu asked.

Mo Chen didn't understand what she meant, so he answered honestly: "Most of the time there is no one. My parents are basically not in Huadu, and grandma likes to play everywhere, so she stays there more time throughout the year."

Lin Dongyu shook his head: "What a waste."

She really doesn't understand the life of rich people.

Mo Chen was stunned, then stepped forward and held her shoulders, saying: "Don't be stressed, you will get used to it gradually."

"I……"

Lin Dongyu turned around and looked at him with a serious expression: "Mo Chen, I still said what I said, we are not suitable."

She pointed at everything outside the window and said, "This place doesn't belong to me, I'm just a passerby."

"Let's not talk about this first."

Mo Chen said: "You can rest in peace and recuperate, nothing else is important."

After settling in, a private doctor came to see her, leaving two nurses on duty to change her dressing and take care of her wounds. Three meals a day were provided with nutritious meals carefully prepared by the housekeeper.

Perhaps because he didn't want to give Lin Dongyu the chance to reject her, after moving into the villa in Poissy, Mo Chen rarely appeared in front of her.

Under this careful care, Lin Dongyu recovered quickly from his injuries.

After removing the sutures, the female doctor said happily: "Ms. Lin, your wound is recovering well. How do you feel if you move around now?"

According to what she said, Lin Dongyu moved his shoulders and stretched his back muscles, but he could no longer feel the pain.

The female doctor also gave some instructions and said: "I will prescribe you a few boxes of medicine to help with recovery and scar patches, and ask your husband to apply them to you every day."

She said with some regret: "It's a pity that with such a beautiful back, I can't wear backless clothes in the future." The wound is too deep, and no matter how you take care of it, it will leave scars. It's just a matter of whether it is obvious or not.

Lin Dongyu smiled and said: "I don't usually wear backless clothes."

"Fortunately it's winter and there won't be any inflammation."

The female doctor added: "By next summer, the wound may be a little itchy. Just tell Mr. Mo, and I will prescribe an anti-itch scar patch for you."

Lin Dongyu agreed, but he was thinking: Just find a hospital in Haicheng to prescribe medicine then. There is no need to bother people for this matter, and have to bring it all the way back home from Huadu.

In the evening, after finishing the business at hand, she told the housekeeper and used the kitchen to cook a pot of wolfberry and white fungus porridge.

Perhaps because of the Mo family, the kitchen is fully equipped with Chinese ingredients and tableware.

She hadn't cooked for a long time, so she stayed on the stove, watching the white fungus simmering over low heat, creating bubbles like fish bubbles. The soup gradually became thicker, and she felt an inexplicable sense of peace in her heart.

A bright light shone, and the car carrying Mo Chen slowly stopped at the door of the villa.