Chapter 135 Max's Ex-Girlfriend

"I really envy your level. The text I write is dry and I don't like to read it myself. I'm afraid I have nothing but this..." Heather gestured with her hands on her chest, very optimistic ridicule yourself.

You at least add thirty points to the charm if you have this...

Bella laughed twice, this topic is heavy, it is too heavy!

She remembered very clearly that she was able to live in this dormitory building with a little obsession, and what did her roommate rely on? That goes without saying.

In fact, Heather is a good roommate in all aspects. He is hygienic, has no bad habits, and can cook! Usually it is full of blessings, but sometimes Bella will have some unnatural expressions when she sees her underwear, and the size of the clothes is too exaggerated...

"I'm leaving, you can continue writing." Heather now has a very bad relationship with her adoptive parents and adoptive mothers. On weekends, she will go to work in San Francisco, just to stay away from her adoptive parents and adoptive mothers.

Bella had nothing to say about it. Her biological parents were in conflict, not to mention her adoptive parents.

"I met a very interesting young man recently. You can't imagine what he does. I'll introduce you to me later." Heather finally said mysteriously.

"Okay." Bella's answer was very formulaic, it was like 'I'll invite you back to dinner', just listen.

She continued to write hard, adding details and modifying the text. Heather, on the other hand, drove to San Francisco to date her boyfriend and work part-time.

Heather worked in an ice cream shop. The boss thought that customers would have the urge to eat ice cream when they saw her good figure, so he agreed to hire her to work during the holidays without any hesitation.

When Bella's classmates were blood-washing Paris, Heather met a man. At that time, the man brought his girlfriend to the store to buy ice cream. As a woman with unique conditions, Heather was very conservative in terms of emotions. The conversation was agreeable, but she didn't make any further moves.

It wasn't until a week ago when she was in Stanford that she heard that the man's girlfriend died in a car accident. After the two met again on the street, the relationship began to heat up.

With a mustache and a black helmet, the young Max on a scooter walked into the ice cream shop cheerfully, and Heather gave him a big hug.

The two fell in love unexpectedly, they have similar hobbies, and even the things they encounter in life have many similarities.

After a hot kiss, they sat on a chair beside them and ate ice cream.

"Oh, damn it! I worked part-time for a month and worked hard to see the store, and the black-hearted boss only gave me eight hundred dollars." Mustache Max complained angrily.

Heather teased her boyfriend with a smile, and said with pride: "My roommate is very nice to me, I just need to cook some meals and I can make $800 a month! If you include this job in San Francisco, my monthly The income is higher!"

He doesn't earn as much money as his girlfriend, which makes Mustache Max a little disappointed.

He had the idea of ​​opening his own shop and being his own boss.

What will he do? He didn't even finish high school, but he didn't know anything!

Fortunately, the "black-hearted boss" in his mouth left a mysticism guide. If he has any questions, if he makes a phone call, the boss will also give a more professional answer.

Under the influence of the 'black-hearted boss' and the invisible influence of the working environment, Comrade Max, a contemporary ** young man who lives under the stars and stripes with an empty head, like a blank sheet of paper, has been transformed into an occultist believers.

From the Church of Scientology to the Rosicrucian Declaration, from the three main points of animal sacrifice, to the precautions for spiritual travel, he remembered a lot of theories.

He wanted to open his own occult shop because he knew this, and only this.

In order to show his ability, Max is like a peacock, showing off his knowledge in front of his new girlfriend.

He picked up a pen and quickly drew the next figure on the paper: "Do you know this symbol?"

What surprised him was that Heather actually knew,

The fierce girl looked at it carefully: "Is this the Seven Stars of Solomon?"

Max was stunned! Are Stanford students so tough, you even know this?

Heather smiled embarrassedly: "My roommate is currently writing a book that involves a lot of religion, and she told me about this pattern."

The fact is, as Bella's roommate, Heather's attainments in esotericism are not low. Although she is not interested, she can't help being fascinated by it. She has seen a lot of things, seen a lot, and explained it by professionals. Naturally, she understood.

People have influence on people. Some people are naturally attractive, and people around them will imitate his every move unconsciously. Many leaders are like this, and Bella has similar characteristics.

As a result, both Max and Heather saw some shadows of Bella in each other. They didn't realize what those similarities were, but this was an important reason why they were attracted to each other.

Max believes that today's college students are very fond of occult knowledge, and Heather's unknown roommate represents a common phenomenon! The shop where I work now is entirely because the boss doesn't care. If I manage it carefully, I will definitely make a lot of money!

In order to have more conversations with her boyfriend, Heather often discusses with him about the occult.

If Max couldn't answer, he went to ask the "black-hearted boss", and Heather called his roommate for help when he encountered a problem.

The two's knowledge of mysticism can be said to be rising. . . .

Talking about the occult, watching ghost movies in the cemetery, Heather originally thought that her happiness could last forever, but the nightmare came.

On the second floor where Max worked, the two were about to do something happy, but the door was suddenly pushed open.

A gust of icy cold wind rushed into the room, instantly taking away the enthusiasm of the two.

Mustache Max couldn't help but turn his head, and found that his ex-girlfriend who was wearing a white robe, bare feet, disheveled hair, and red eyes was standing behind him. He was stunned!

Two seconds later, he found his teeth chattering, he must be hallucinating, his ex-girlfriend should have been buried!

His nose twitched, he smelled a strong earthy smell, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.

"Xiaoai...Xiaoai...you, you, me?...!"

His voice was extremely dry, and the next moment he saw his ex-girlfriend's pale palm clutching his neck.

The gaps between his fingernails were full of debris of dirt and wood, as if he could be strangled to death in the next second.

"Who is she?" the ex-girlfriend asked sharply, pointing at Heather.

At this time, the big murderous girl was also pale with fright. Her husky-like blue eyes were full of fear. She had seen Max's ex-girlfriend and knew the news of her death, but who is standing in front of her now?