Chapter 104 I know exactly what you are thinking! "Can you please have a nice talk? Why are you yelling at everyone?"
Yan Qihuai couldn't bear to hear Yan Su's condescending and contemptuous tone, so he immediately spoke up to support Gu Xia.
"Xiao Gu, don't take it personally. This brat is just used to being a boss outside. When he comes home, he doesn't forget to show off his boss record and discipline anyone he catches. He has a very bad temper and doesn't know how to behave. who!"
"Aren't I afraid that he will hurt you... Well, now it's my fault, so I'll shut up, okay?"
Regarding the old man's "elbows turned outwards", Yan Su just replied with a slight complaint. He leaned on the cabinet on the side and chatted with him one after another.
Not to mention Gu Xia, even Jiang He was surprised that he didn't pursue the matter. After all, Yan Su was not a magnanimous master.
It's not that Yan Su doesn't want to pursue the matter, he's just a little busy, busy embarrassment and blaming himself.
He heard the old man crying just now outside, and he was lying if he said he didn't feel uncomfortable.
Since Yan Qihuai became invisible, although he said it easily, "It's just a matter of time," he could be such a lively and sociable person. Suddenly he didn't leave the house and the guests disappeared. Sitting at home, he was either drinking or having a meal every day. Many times it was dark, and the old man didn't even turn on a light, but just sat in the dark room and drank to himself.
"I'm blind, why should I turn on the lights? I won't waste that electricity money."
When Yan Su came back, he thought the old man was not there. When he turned on the light, the old man standing in the living room was startled. He complained, and this was how the old man responded to him.
Today Jiang He came, and Yan Qihuai finally had a smile on his face. He finally "met" the "granddaughter-in-law" whom he had been thinking about for a long time, shaved his face, and took a bath. He was really happy. .
When Yan Su thought about the real purpose of coming to Jiang He, he felt a little guilty and his face became hot, and his wandering eyes fell on Jiang He involuntarily.
It had been almost 4 months since he last saw Jiang He. Jiang He looked darker than before, but he was in much better spirits. His cheeks, which had become withered and shriveled due to the surgery, were plump and full again. The dark circles under my eyes from working overtime were now almost invisible.
She didn't put on makeup or carefully match her clothes. She wore a hideous black T-shirt and a pair of blue disposable rubber gloves on her hands. She was wrapped in a towel and carefully scrubbing the old man's calves.
Yan Su couldn't figure out why she still looked so beautiful in this outfit.
Jiang He was probably annoyed by his stare, so he suddenly raised his eyes to look at him. There was no extra emotion in his eyes, but Yan Su's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.
He panicked instantly.
Because Yan Su always thought that he had no feelings for Jiang He for a long time.
It stands to reason that the two of them have been together for seven or eight years, and no matter how strong the love is, it will be washed away by time. What's more, Yan Su's "love" from the root is not pure, but mixed with many things. After considering the interests and weighing the gains and losses, he never thought that he actually had the "face" to like Jiang He! The more Yan Su thought about it, the more guilty he felt, and his eyes began to wander hastily along with his wildly beating heart. By coincidence, they actually collided with Gu Xia's.
The moment they looked at each other, the daggers flying out of Gu Xia's eyes wanted to pierce him into a hornet's nest.
Yan Su originally wanted to laugh at Gu Xia's naivety, but suddenly thought that Gu Xia's eyes were probably full of his throbbing just now, and he immediately looked away with a guilty conscience. Gu Xia's reaction to this was naturally to sneer.
Yan Qihuai washed and soaked it and enjoyed it for 40 minutes before slowly getting up.
Jiang He originally wanted to help him get dressed, but Yan Qihuai was embarrassed and "driven" her and Zhang Jiefang to the living room. Yan Su had no choice but to stay and help the old man change with Gu Xia.
On their faces, they looked cold and murderous, but with their hands they had to go back and forth and cooperate tacitly, focusing on "doing two things at once".
Gu Xia was extremely lucky that it was spring, otherwise if he had to wear two more clothes, he would probably suffer from schizophrenia.
"Grandpa, you sit on the sofa and I'll help you blow dry your hair, okay?"
Jiang He supported Yan Qihuai and discussed with him as he walked out. Yan Qihuai waved his hands repeatedly. Jiang He thought that the old man found the sound of the hair dryer annoying, but he didn't expect that he actually disliked the sofa.
"Oh, I won't sit on that sofa!"
"Why did this sofa offend you?" Yan Su couldn't figure it out.
He only replaced this three-seater frosted leather cloud sofa for Yan Qihuai last month, but the old man sat on it twice and never moved forward again, preferring to sit on the hard wooden chair every day.
"Why is it comfortable? It's more comfortable for you to sit on it, but if I sit on it, I'll suffer... Where's the sofa I had before? Move it back for me quickly."
"Your old sofa is almost older than me. The cushions are collapsed and the frame is falling apart. I had thrown it away a long time ago."
Yan Su sat down on the sofa and leaned on the armrest happily, "This sofa is imported and more expensive than what I bought for myself... You just don't know how to enjoy it!"
Gu Xia, who was cleaning the bathtub with Zhang Jiefang in the bedroom, heard the conversation between the two. Because it involved his profession, he immediately leaned forward and looked at the disliked Yunduo sofa.
"Is that sofa expensive, Boss Gu? How much does it cost?" Zhang Jiefang also moved closer and asked in a low voice.
When she first entered the room, she noticed the light gray sofa. It was round and chubby lying in the living room. It looked comfortable. The material looked like velvet, but when she got closer, there was a faint smell of leather. Son.
Zhang Jiefang felt that this sofa was much better than the black sofa at home that made the skin fall off. She thought that if it was not expensive, she would change it to something similar. "If this is Baxter's cloud sofa, it would cost about [-] to [-] yuan. Do you like it, Aunt Jiefang?"
"...I don't dare to like it." Zhang Jiefang told the truth, a sofa costs [-], [-]?Made of gold!
Gu Xia made Zhang Jiefang amused, "If you don't pursue the brand, there are many similar styles in China, and you can buy a good one for a few thousand yuan."
This kind of de-stylized Yunduo Sofa has been popular for two or three years. According to the market feedback that Gu Xia knows so far, under the premise of ensuring quality, the Yunduo Sofa has a very high praise rate. I have never seen anyone dislike it so much!
"Grandpa, what do you think is wrong with this sofa?" Gu Xia asked curiously.
"What's wrong? Nothing is wrong anywhere!" Yan Qihuai replied angrily.
He motioned Jiang He to bring him to the sofa, stretched out his hand to fumble with the oversized soft bag that served as the backrest of the sofa, and then pressed down hard. Sure enough, the soft bag filled with goose down sank in an instant like a cloud, and then stabilized. Support Yan Qihuai's hand.
When Gu Xia saw this scene, he nodded with satisfaction. In his opinion, the softness and support of this sofa were very good. However, when the old man opened his mouth, he disliked this "softness".
"This backrest is soft, and the seat cushion is even softer... Oops, when I sit down, it's like falling into a pit, and I'm not going anywhere. Another thing, this sofa is too short, it's not even higher than my knees, and it doesn't have armrests. Whether it's sitting down or getting up, it's quite strenuous... And the material it's made of, oh, it's nubuck leather. It's quite comfortable to touch, but it's not resistant to dirt. I accidentally broke it last time. When the tea was served, Yan Su hired someone to clean it up, which cost several hundred... This is not a sofa, this is simply an 'ancestor', and it should be offered up, three sticks of incense a day!"
Yan Qihuai clearly resented the sofa deeply, and when it came to its problems, he spoke of it as "every family treasure".
Before he finished speaking, Gu Xia was already dumbfounded.
Because everything that Yan Qihuai dislikes is the advantage of Yunduo Sofa's high reputation in the market. The current situation is neither a problem with the sofa nor a problem with the old man, but a problem of unsuitability.
"An aging-friendly home." These five words suddenly popped up in Gu Xia's mind. This was what he specifically corrected Li Mingchu last night.
"It's not an 'aging home', it's an 'aging-friendly home', so that household products can better adapt to the needs of the elderly."
When Gu Xia said this, he was lying on his desk dejectedly.
He explained to Li Mingchu word by word in a voice that sounded like an AI reading aloud, but the content never passed through his mind. At that time, he was being repeatedly crushed by huge frustrations and fell into complete self-doubt. "Am I not suitable for home design at all?"
"...Okay." Li Mingchu was in a good mood and had no intention of quarreling with him. He tapped the table with his hand.
"Don't be so shy, let me tell you good news. Mr. Gangmei called me and said that it was indeed true that Meiyi Home used the competition to plagiarize the designs of participating students, and the fraud in the competition was not just once or twice. They We are collecting evidence and contacting the victims...Gu Xia, our counterattack is about to begin. Are you excited? Are you happy? Do you want to have a few drinks to celebrate?"
"...Oh." Gu Xia was not infected by Li Mingchu's excitement at all, and just responded feebly.
"Isn't it just that I have no inspiration? What's the big deal? If you relax a little, maybe inspiration will come? Besides, there is no need to worry about the age-appropriate home line now, right? Let's take our time. That’s it!”
Li Mingchu rubbed Gu Xia's hair like a dog while comforting him. Gu Xia gritted her teeth and told him to "get out of here."
Gu Xia really wanted to launch an aging-friendly home furnishing line. In order to understand the current situation of the domestic aging-friendly home furnishing market, he also specifically found a strategy company, read reports, compared data, and studied thousands of pages of PPTs. , the result is no more than 500 words that are truly useful.
Because the target consumer group of the current home furnishing market has never been the elderly, home furnishing brands large and small have put their best efforts into thinking only about the young people market of the rising generation.
The more Gu Xia studied, the more he felt that SUM could flex its muscles in the temporarily blank field of aging-friendly homes. But the problem was that he had been working on it for more than a month, and the design inspiration in his mind was not as good as the design inspiration that had been left in the sun on the balcony all winter. The oranges were still shriveled, and even he couldn't stand the design of the toothpaste-like design, let alone proofing.
But Yan Qihuai's complaints made Gu Xia wake up from his dream.
He felt that he was so confused that he just kept doing things behind closed doors. He didn't even think of asking a real old man what kind of home he needed. No wonder he couldn't design anything serious!
"Grandpa, what kind of sofa do you want?" Gu Xia approached Yan Qihuai diligently, and Jiang He noticed that he had opened all the memos on his phone.
"What kind of sofa do you want? Let me think about it."
Yan Qihuai moved his feet as he spoke. When Jiang He saw this, he immediately winked at Gu Xia. Gu Xia understood and immediately moved a chair over and helped the old man sit down with Jiang He.
"The sofa should be higher and have armrests so that you can stand up with your hands."
Yan Qihuai sat back on the chair, raised his head slightly, and began to describe what he wanted the sofa to look like.
Jiang He, standing behind him, gently wiped his hair with a dry towel, while Gu Xia sat sideways on the armrest of the sofa, like a primary school student who listened carefully, wishing to write down every word the old man said.
A quick glance revealed that the three of them looked like a family, but Yan Su, who was lying on the other end of the sofa, seemed extremely redundant.
"Stop pretending, I know exactly what you are thinking!"
He stared at Gu Xia and muttered something jealous. After he finished speaking, he realized that he had actually said it. He immediately stood up with a guilty conscience, but before he could stand still, he almost bumped into Zhang Jiefang who ran out of the bedroom.
(End of this chapter)