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Lan Yifeng stared at the building in front of him in great surprise, and soon, surprise was replaced by worry.

How did he bring her here?

The university they once attended!

"Huo Qingcang, aren't we going to see the wedding dress?"

"Well, here are the best wedding dress designers."

Huo Qingcang took her hand and walked forward, but Lan Yifeng was frightened by his words.

His so-called best wedding dress designer can't be that one, right? That person also gave her a finger class, and it's really hard to say whether she has an impression or not.

"Qingcang, let's just buy a wedding dress in the bridal shop." She grabbed the ground with her feet, she just didn't want to move forward.

"Whatever?" Huo Qingcang stopped, stood two steps above her, and stared at her condescendingly.

Obviously, the word "whatever" insulted him and made him unhappy.

"My Huo Qingcang's first wedding ceremony, there are no random two words!"

"Weddings are just a formality, don't take them too seriously."

After she finished speaking, she found that his face was even darker, and she couldn't help but close her mouth.

Huo Qingcang stared at her coldly, she really was, she didn't care about her marriage with him at all, otherwise, what woman would be as casual as her.

Even if an ordinary girl gets married, she wants a grand and perfect wedding, doesn't she?

With a furious force, he immediately pulled her up from under the stairs and led her step by step into the building of the art department.

Once, in order to design a more beautiful building, she audited a lot of classes in this building, going back and forth on this staircase, I don't know how many times.

Now, when I set foot on the old soil again, I feel completely different.

She was so scared that every step she took closer to the man's office grew stronger.

But she couldn't break free from his grasp, and he dragged her to the familiar door.

He knocked on the door with rare politeness, and an old and solemn voice came from inside, and he pushed the door in.

What catches the eye is a few beautiful white wedding dresses, also with a fishtail hem, or a bubble skirt hem, but each wedding dress here looks so different.

An old man with gray hair and ancient eyes poked his head out from behind a white wedding dress, glanced at Huo Qingcang, and said coldly: "Sit on the side, wait for me to finish sewing this wedding dress." ”

Huo Qingcang actually hummed obediently, and led Lan Yifeng to sit aside.

Although it was just a glimpse just now, Lan Yifeng still recognized this old man, who really taught her Old Man Zheng.

The teacher of this aristocratic school, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, this old man Zheng is one of the most bizarre.

He has a high level of artistic attainment, it is said that when he was very young, he was already a very well-known painter in the industry, and every oil painting could be auctioned for a sky-high price, but after entering middle and old age, he no longer painted, only loved to sew wedding dresses, and the wedding dresses he sew, each one of which was not fake, even if a wedding dress had to be sewn for a year and a half, he had to stitch by stitch, and complete it seriously and independently.

The wedding dresses he sewed with his own hands later became more valuable than his paintings, but strangely, he never sold them, but gave them to whoever he fell in love with, regardless of whether they were married or not.

This old man's temper is very strange, once there was a rich lady, fancy a wedding dress he sewed, he had to buy it, he didn't sell it, she used some extraordinary means to force him, but he called the young lady with a smile, smiled in front of her, cut the wedding dress with scissors, and blessed her marriage with the same wedding dress, the best time to fall apart.

It's just infuriating.

The school spent a lot of money to bring him in, just to put on a façade, and he only needed to give a few classes a year. The rest of the time, at his disposal, he stayed in the studio when he was fine, sewing a white wedding dress with a needle.

Lan Yifeng was fortunate to be a student in the class he only taught that year, and he also saw his brilliant talent, and admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Now I just hope that he doesn't think about who she is the best, after all, he once said that he would give her a wedding dress.

After a while, Old Man Zheng dragged his half-lame leg and walked over slowly.

Huo Qingcang stepped forward to support him and let him sit down on the chair on the side, "Have you been standing for a long time?" Didn't I say that you are only allowed to stand for half an hour at a time? ”

"I can do whatever I love!" The old man stubbornly pushed him away, took the purple clay pot on the table, took a sip of tea from the mouth of the bottle, and then looked at Lan Yifeng.

"Is this your woman?"

"Hmm."

"You're very average-minded."

A pun, scolded him, and scolded her.

Lan Yifeng held back a smile, this old man's mouth is still so poisonous. It's just that what is the relationship between him and Huo Qingcang, how do you feel that Huo Qingcang is quite respectful and concerned about him.

It's really rare, there are very few people who can make Huo Qingcang care, and he is one of them.

Huo Qingcang was not angry or annoyed, he smiled evilly, and his expression was a little naughty: "That's why I need my grandfather's wedding dress." ”

Grandfather?

Lan Yifeng pricked up her ears, she heard it right, this weird old man Zheng is actually Huo Qingcang's grandfather?

This is something she never thought of, just now when she saw the interaction between Huo Qingcang and the old man, she thought that they were at most forgetful friends, but it turned out that they had this relationship.

Take a closer look at their appearance, and then think about Huo Qingcang's vicious mouth, well, there is indeed some similarity with Old Man Zheng.

"Do you think I have eight hands, and each of them cares about my wedding dress!" Old man Zheng shouted unhappily, humming and ignoring Huo Qingcang.

"Grandpa......" Huo Qingcang called him helplessly, but unfortunately, the old man just drank tea and ignored him.

What he meant was to let him coax him.

Some old people are like this, the older they get, the more like children, occasionally throwing tantrums, and then waiting for their children and grandchildren to coax them. If he didn't, he would show them the disease and spend all their savings.

Obviously, this old man Zheng also joined the army of old urchins.

"Grandpa, you are also going to my wedding, can you watch your granddaughter-in-law wear a wedding dress designed by someone else? Okay, grandpa, give my fiancée a wedding dress. ”

Old man Zheng snorted, put down the purple clay pot, and staggered towards a pile of wedding dresses.

Huo Qingcang helped him over, and after a while, a set of extremely beautiful wedding dresses appeared in front of her.

Lan Yifeng looked at the wedding dress and felt a sound in his heart.

There's no next chapter, so let's take a look at something else

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