Marvel’s Princess Chapter 135: Max’s ex-girlfriend (additional update for Godmsl)
"I really envy your skills. The words I write are all dry and I don't like to read them. I'm afraid I have nothing but this..." Heather gestured with her hands in front of her chest , teasing himself optimistically.
If you have this, you can at least add thirty points to your charm...
Bella laughed dryly, this topic is quite heavy, it is too heavy!
She remembers very clearly that she was able to live in this dormitory building because of a little obsession, and what did her roommate rely on? That goes without saying.
In fact, Heather is a good roommate in all aspects. She is good at hygiene, has no bad habits, and can cook! It's usually a blessing for the eyes, but sometimes Bella's expression becomes unnatural when she sees the underwear she's hanging to dry. The size of the clothes is really too exaggerated...
"I'm leaving, you can continue writing." Heather now has a very bad relationship with her adoptive father and mother. On weekends, she will go to work in San Francisco just to stay away from her adoptive father and mother.
Bella has nothing to say about this. Her biological parents are in conflict, let alone her adoptive parents.
"I recently met a very interesting young man. You can't imagine what he does for a living. I'll introduce you to him later." Heather finally said mysteriously.
"Okay." Bella's answer was very formulaic. It was like saying 'I'll treat you to dinner later', just listen to it.
She continued to write hard, adding details and embellishing the words. Heather drove to San Francisco to go on a date with her boyfriend and work part-time.
Heather worked in an ice cream shop. The boss believed that customers would have the urge to eat ice cream when they saw her good figure. Without hesitation, he agreed to hire her to work during the holidays.
When Bella’s classmate was massacred in Paris, Heather met a man. At that time, the man brought his female companion to the store to buy ice cream. As a woman with unique conditions, Heather was very conservative in relationships, and she was obviously with that man. The young man's conversation was congenial, but she still made no further move.
It wasn't until a week ago when she was at Stanford that she heard that the man's girlfriend had died in a car accident. After the two met again on the street, their relationship began to heat up.
Max, a young man with a mustache, a black helmet, and riding a scooter happily walked into the ice cream shop, and Heather gave him a big hug.
The two fell in love unexpectedly. They have similar hobbies and even the things they come into contact with in life have many similarities.
After a passionate kiss, they sat on a chair nearby and ate ice cream.
"Oh, **** it! I worked for a month and worked hard to look after the store, and the black-hearted boss only gave me $800." Mustache Max complained angrily.
Heather smiled and teased her boyfriend, and said proudly: "My roommate is very good to me. As long as I cook, I can earn eight hundred dollars a month! If you include this job in San Francisco, My monthly income will be higher!”
He doesn't make 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 can he do? He didn’t even finish high school, so he actually knew nothing!
Fortunately, the 'black-hearted boss' he called left a guide to mysticism. If he had any questions and called him, the boss would give him more professional answers.
Under the influence of the 'black-hearted boss' and the invisible influence of the work environment, Comrade Max, a contemporary young man who lives under the Stars and Stripes with an empty mind and a blank slate, was transformed into a A believer in the occult.
From the Church of Scientology to the Rosicrucian Declaration, from the three key points of animal sacrifice to the precautions for spirit tourism, he has memorized a wealth of theories.
He wants to open his own occult shop, because he knows this and only knows this.
In order to show off his skills, Max is like a peacock, showing off his knowledge in front of his new girlfriend.
He picked up a pen and quickly drew a figure on the paper: "Do you recognize this symbol?"
To his great surprise, Heather actually recognized him. The fierce woman took a closer look and said, "Is this the Seven Stars of Solomon?"
Max was shocked! Are Stanford University students so tough? Do you even understand this?
Heather smiled sheepishly: "My roommate is currently writing a book involving many religions, and she told me about this pattern."
The fact is that, as Bella's roommate, Heather is also very accomplished in occult science. Although she is not interested, she can't help but be influenced by her ears and eyes. She has seen a lot of this stuff, and there are professionals to explain it, so naturally she Understood.
People have influence on others. Some people are born with high charm, and people around them will unconsciously imitate their every move. Many leaders are like this, and Bella has similar traits.
As a result, both Max and Heather saw some shadows of Bella in each other. They did not realize what those similarities were, but it was an important reason for their attraction to each other.
Max believes that today’s college students are very interested in occult knowledge, and Heather’s unknown roommate represents a certain common phenomenon! The store where I work now is entirely because the boss doesn't care. If I run it carefully, I will definitely make a lot of money!
In order to have more topics to chat with her boyfriend, Heather often discussed occult matters with him.
Max went to ask the ‘black-hearted boss’ when he couldn’t answer. When Heather encountered a problem, she called her roommate for help.
The two people’s occult knowledge can be said to be rising steadily...
Talk about occultism and watch ghost movies in the cemetery. Heather originally thought her happiness could last forever, but then the nightmare came.
On the second floor where Max worked, the two of them were about to do something happy, but suddenly the door to their room was pushed open.
A gust of icy wind rushed into the room, instantly taking away their enthusiasm.
Max the Mustache couldn't help but turn around, only to find his ex-girlfriend wearing a white robe, barefoot, disheveled hair, and red eyes standing behind him. He was shocked!
Two seconds later, he found that his teeth were chattering. He must have been hallucinating. His ex-girlfriend must have been buried!
The wings of his nose twitched, he smelled the strong smell of earth, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.
"Little love...little love...you, you, me?...!"
His voice was extremely dry, and the next moment he saw his ex-girlfriend's pale palms grabbing his neck.
The gaps between his fingernails were full of dirt and wood debris, and it seemed like they could strangle him to death in the next second.
"Who is she?" the ex-girlfriend pointed at Heather and asked sharply.
At this time, the fierce woman was pale with fright, and her husky-like blue eyes were full of fear. She had seen Max’s ex-girlfriend and knew about her death, but who was standing in front of her now? ?