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

Why did he bring her here?

The university they 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.

The one he called the best wedding dress designer couldn't be that one, right? That person also gave her a beauty salon course. It's really hard to say whether he has an impression of her.

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

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

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

"My, Huo Qingcang's, first wedding ceremony cannot be described as casual!"

"A wedding is just a formality, don't take it too seriously."

After she finished speaking, she found that his face turned darker and she couldn't help but shut her mouth.

Huo Qingcang stared at her coldly. She really didn't care about her marriage to him at all. Otherwise, any woman would be as casual as her.

Even girls from ordinary families want a grand and perfect wedding when they get married, right?

With an angry force, he immediately pulled her up from the steps and led her step by step into the building of the Art Department.

In the past, in order to design a more beautiful building, she attended many classes in this building and walked up and down the steps countless times.

Now, when I set foot on the old soil again, the feeling in my heart is completely different.

She was so afraid, and every time she took a step closer to that person's office, her fear became stronger.

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

He knocked on the door with a rare courtesy. An old and solemn voice came from inside, and then he pushed the door open and entered.

What catches the eye are several beautiful white wedding dresses, which also have fishtail hems or bubble skirt hems. However, every wedding dress here looks so unique.

An old man with white hair and ancient eyes poked his head out from behind a white wedding dress, glanced at Huo Qingcang, and said calmly: "Sit down while I finish sewing this piece."

Wedding dress."

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

Although it was just a glance just now, Lan Yifeng still recognized this old man. It was indeed Old Man Zheng who had taught her.

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

He has high artistic attainments. It is said that when he was very young, he was already a very well-known painter in the industry. Every oil painting could be auctioned for sky-high prices. However, when he entered middle age and old age, he stopped painting and only loved to sew wedding dresses.

Moreover, every wedding dress he sews is made by hand. Even if a wedding dress takes a year and a half to sew, he has to finish it carefully and independently, stitch by stitch.

The wedding dresses he sewed with his own hands later became more valuable than his oil paintings, but strangely enough, he never sold these wedding dresses. Instead, he would give one to anyone he fell in love with, regardless of whether they were married or not.

This old man had a very weird temper. There once was a rich lady who liked a wedding dress he had made and insisted on buying it. He refused to sell it, so she used some extraordinary means to force him. Unexpectedly, he called the dresser with a smile.

The daughter-in-law, laughing in front of her, used scissors to cut off the wedding dress, and also wished that her marriage would be like this wedding dress, which would be in pieces at its best.

It can really make a person angry to death.

The school spent a lot of money to invite him here, just to put on a good appearance. He only needed to teach a few classes a year. The rest of the time was at his disposal, and he just stayed in the studio and stitched stitches.

Wearing white wedding dress.

Lan Yifeng was fortunate enough to be a student in the same class he taught that year. He also saw his immense talent and admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Now I just hope that he won't remember who she is best. After all, he once said that he would give her a wedding dress.

After a while, Old Man Zheng walked over slowly, dragging his half-limped leg.

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

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

"Is this your woman?"

"Um."

"You have very ordinary eyesight."

With a double entendre, he scolded him and also scolded her.

Lan Yifeng suppressed his smile. This old man still had such a vicious mouth. But what was his relationship with Huo Qingcang? Why did he feel that Huo Qingcang was quite respectful and caring to him?

It's so rare that there are so few people that Huo Qingcang can care about, and he is one of them.

Huo Qingcang was neither angry nor annoyed, and smiled evilly with a naughty expression: "That's why I need grandpa's wedding dress."

Grandpa?

Lan Yifeng pricked up her ears. Did she hear it correctly? This weird old man Zheng is actually Huo Qingcang's grandfather?

This was something she had never thought about. When she saw the interaction between Huo Qingcang and the old man just now, she thought they were friends for many years, but it turned out that they had such a relationship.

Take a closer look at their looks and think about Huo Qingcang's vicious mouth. Well, he does have some similarities with Old Man Zheng.

"Do you think I have eight hands? Everyone 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 they act like children. They occasionally lose their temper and then wait for their children and grandchildren to coax them. If they are not coaxed, they will directly treat them sick and spend all their savings.

Obviously, this old man Zheng has also joined this army of old naughty boys.

"Grandpa, you also want to attend 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 the 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 eyes.
Chapter completed!