Chapter 1257 - 17X19 =?

　　The thick curtains covered the entire luxurious room.

　　The gentle morning light could not penetrate, and the entire room was filled with a drowsy darkness.

　　The smell in the s.p.a.ce was unpleasant: the smell of food, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, was so pungent that it made it hard to breathe.

　　When Feng Xinglang walked in, he almost thought that he had entered a trash room!

　　The remnants of the food mixed with the empty bottles, covering the entire quartz counter. There was also the spilled soup and wine on the carpet …

　　The biggest piece of trash, would be the Yan Bang who laid across the sofa bed, looking like he had already drunk his fill!

　　Feng Xinglang's fury was rising steadily. At this moment, he wanted to throw Yan Bang, this trash, into the trash bin!

　　Only the trash can was the most suitable place for him to stay!

　　Suppressing the anger in his heart, Feng Xinglang poured himself a cup of water from the bathroom and poured it over Yan Bang's scar.

　　Yan Bang shuddered, waking up from his drunken stupor.

　　He saw Feng Xinglang looking down at him from above.

　　"Lang... It's you? Am I dreaming? "

　　Yan Bang felt that he must still be dreaming. Because he felt that Feng Xinglang would only appear in front of him when he was in the dream mirror.

　　"In your dreams? Hm? Dream on! Your father will let you dream! "

　　The fl.u.s.tered and exasperated Feng Xinglang pounced over and fiercely punched Yan Bang twice on the chin, "Do you feel pain? If it's not painful, I can give it another try! "

　　"It hurts a little. Lang, is it really you? "

　　Looking at the furious Feng Xinglang, Yan Bang slowly woke up from his drunken stupor.

　　"Tell me: How much is 17 x 19?"

　　Seeing Yan Bang's drunken stupidity, Feng Xinglang rolled up his sleeves and picked up a bottle of wine from the table and threw it into the air, "Tell me! Otherwise, this daddy will continue to beat you up! "

　　He just randomly found an arithmetic problem, just to verify if Yan Bang had woken up or not.

　　They had really stunned Yan Bang!

　　"17 times 19?"

　　At that time, Yan Bang had a stupefied expression. To be honest, he really didn't know how much seventeen times nineteen was worth.

　　"Seventy-nine... Fifty-four? Or sixty-three? "

　　"Fifty-four? Sixty-three? Are you even f * * king an elementary school student?! "Hmm?"

　　"I... Can I use the calculator? "

　　"Calculator? A multiplication within 20 years, and you f * cking still have a calculator? "

　　Actually, Feng Xinglang only wanted to give Yan Bang a good beating, but didn't have a proper reason. In short, it was displeased to see Yan Bang in such a pathetic state!

　　At that time, even if Yan Bang hadn't been beaten up, he still wouldn't have been able to calculate how much 17 x 19 was worth.