Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

"You can think about it slowly. My client just wants to see the monster." Chu Yao said.

She asked Chu Mingyou if he knew that person was not his mother, would he still want to see her?

He said without hesitation that he wanted to meet.

For the sake of the obsession in his heart, he had to see her.

Ling Feng held his forehead with his hand. After a moment, his face was as usual, showing no emotion, "I understand, when does your client want to see her?"

"Any time." Chu Yao replied.

"Well, it's better to choose a day than to hit it." He stood up, "You ask your client to choose a place, and I will take you to see her first."

When going out, Ling Feng stopped again.

"By the way." He asked pretending to be casual, "Is the client you mentioned familiar with you?"

Chu Yao was a little funny. This man still cared about his identity.

Chu Yao smiled and said: "If we are not familiar with each other, we are not even friends. We only meet when there are things to do."

She didn't lie either. Her relationship with Chu Mingyou was indeed not good.

"That's good." Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He remembered the last time someone said that he and Chu Yao's brother looked similar, and he felt a little hard to accept it.

Then he thought about it, he had also seen the photo of Chu Yao's mother, and it was completely different from the one she had been transformed into by a spirit, so he felt more relieved.

Ling Feng lives upstairs in the Secret Service. His house is a little larger than the ordinary staff dormitory, about eighty square meters.

The decoration style of the room is the same as his own, black and white, simple and cold.

No unnecessary furniture appears here, so the whole room looks empty.

There were only a few pots of strange-looking flowers on the windowsill, and a woman was watering them.

She was in a good mood, humming the theme song of the recently played TV series, and turned around immediately when she heard the door open.

"Xiao Feng is back?" She said like any ordinary mother, "Who is this girl?"

"I am a Feng Shui master, and I came here on commission." Chu Yao stated his intention in a few words.

The woman nervously clutched her apron. Although she was now in human form, her nature to be afraid of Feng Shui masters could not be changed.

"I...I don't know anyone else, and I won't harm anyone. I don't want to see him..." She shook her head in panic.

Chu Yao explained to her: "His mother passed away a long time ago. He just wants to see her again. Can you think about it? If you really feel reluctant, then forget it."

"Is he... also a relative of Xiaofeng?" The woman fell into deep thought. After hearing the word "mother", she began to waver.

As a mother, how can you refuse your own child?

Finally, she nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

On the other side, Chu Mingyou was very excited when he got the affirmative answer. He found a set of extremely formal clothes to put on, but he felt a little funny.

He still wanted to show her his best side, even though he knew that it wasn't his mother.

When the lanterns came on and Chu Yao walked into the restaurant with the woman, Chu Mingyou had been waiting for a long time.

He saw a familiar figure from a distance and became nervous involuntarily.

The woman's blank and distant expression undoubtedly poured cold water on him. Chu Mingyou found that he seemed not as strong as he thought.

"Call me when you're done talking." Chu Yao said expressionlessly and left the restaurant.

Why on earth did she agree to Chu Mingyou and act like a female bodyguard?

The woman sat opposite Chu Mingyou, and the moment she looked at him, she felt the emotion in Chu Mingyou's heart.

His pain was so profound, requiring her "response" more than any human she encountered that she quickly fell into the role of mother.

"Hello." She smiled softly and said, "Can you tell me what kind of person your mother is?"

Chu Mingyou was slightly startled. He recalled, "She... was very gentle, very good at drawing, and would often tell me and my brothers bedtime stories."

He unknowingly talked a lot about his mother, and the blurred image gradually became clear.

"I can see that she loves you very much, and you have done a lot for her, right?" the woman asked softly.

Her words brought Chu Mingyou back to the day of the funeral. He wanted to do something, but he couldn't do anything.

He became more choked up because he discovered that in fact, everything he had done in the past twenty years was for his mother.

His mother was good at painting, so he studied art; she suffered from mental illness, so he studied for a degree in psychology; in order to prove what his mother said, he worked hard to find his younger brother who died young.

But he also did a lot of wrong things, and the psychological shadow of his childhood was not the reason for him to hurt others.

His mother would definitely be disappointed if she saw him again.

Looking at a face similar to his mother's, for a moment, he really thought his mother was sitting opposite him.

Chu Mingyou suddenly had an impulse. He wanted to tell her everything he had experienced, even if he got a disappointed look from her.

And he did so. He burst into tears and recounted his timidity, cowardice, pride, evasion, and regret...

He confessed all the right and wrong choices without reservation, like a confession.

The woman didn't have any evaluation of his life, and she always had a decent and loving smile on her face.

"Sorry, did I scare you... I'm a little excited." Chu Mingyou asked the waiter for some napkins again, "Thank you for listening to me, I'll give Chu Yao a call."

There was still a question in his mind, but he didn't dare to say it.

At the end of the day, Chu Mingyou asked hesitantly: "Well, I...can I hug you...uh, I mean..."

The woman didn't say anything, she stepped forward and hugged him.

She had a familiar scent, and her mother said it was from the laundry detergent.

Chu Mingyou later bought the same type of laundry detergent, but never smelled the same again.

"You did a great job, Xiaoyou. You will always be my mother's pride."

With a low murmur, Chu Mingyou took two steps back in shock, "You...how do you know my name?"

Before coming, Chu Yao made a request that he could not reveal his name to the woman.

What he said just now was very forgetful, but he was very sure that he never said his name.

The woman just looked sideways at him in confusion and asked, "What's wrong? I didn't speak just now."

Chu Mingyou touched his ears. Was it because he missed his mother so much that he had auditory hallucinations?

But he really wanted to ask the real her, Mom, have I become what you expected?