Chapter 1257: 17X19=？ (1/2)
Thick curtains obscured the luxurious private room.
He Chen's morning light could not penetrate through, and the entire room was infected by the dim gloom.
The smell mixed in the space is very bad: the taste of food, mixed with a strong alcoholic taste, makes it difficult to breathe.
When Feng Xinglang walked in, he almost thought he had entered a garbage room!
Residues of food and empty wine bottles are mixed together, covering the entire quartz stone countertop; there is also the soup and liquor spilled on the carpet ...
The biggest rubbish, if lying on the sofa bed, is like Yanbang who has drunk to death!
Feng Xinglang's fury rose. At this moment, he could not wait to throw the garbage of Yan Bang directly into the trash can!
Only the trash can is the best place to stay!
Suppressing the anger in her heart, Feng Xinglang took a glass of water from the bathroom and poured over the scar face of Yan Bang with certainty.
Yan Bang struck a spirit and woke up from a drunk dream.
Then they saw Feng Xinglang looking down on himself.
”Lang ... is you? Am I dreaming?”
Yan Bang felt that he must still be dreaming. Because he felt that only in the dream mirror, Feng Xinglang would appear in front of him.
”Dream? Um? Dream! I made you dream!”
Anxious Feng Xinglang rushed forward and slammed two punches against Yan Bang's chin. ”Did you feel any pain? I can take two more shots if it doesn't hurt!”
”It hurts a bit ... Lang, is it really you?”
Yan Bang looked at Feng Xinglang, who was burning in anger, and slowly awoke from the drunk dream.
”Tell me: What is 17 times 19?”
Looking at Yan Bang's drunken and silly look, Feng Xinglang rolled up his sleeves, picked up a wine bottle from the countertop, and raised it in the air.
I just found an arithmetic problem casually in order to verify whether Yan Bang had sobered up.
But I really asked Yan Bang!
”17 by 19?”
Yan Bang was aggressive at the time. To be honest, he really doesn't know how much 17 by 19 is equal to.
”Seven nine ... fifty four? Sixty three?”
”Fifty-four? Sixty-three? Is your mother inferior to elementary school students ?! Huh?”
”I ... can I use a calculator?”
”Calculator? Multiplication within 20, you **** even need a calculator?”
In fact, Feng Xinglang just wanted to beat Yan Bang well, and there was no legitimate reason. In short, it is unhappy to see Yan Bang's decadent wolf!
At that time, Yan Bang, even if he was not beaten, he couldn't figure out how much 17 times 19 was equal to it; after being beaten, it was even harder to count!
The leopard head that Wensheng wanted to enter was also frightened.
He murmured, ”17 by 19 ... 17 by 19? Equal to ... Equal to ...”
Leopard's head scratched his head for a while, but eventually he didn't dare to take a half-step; because he didn't know how much 17 by 19 was equal.
”Leopard head ... dead in here!”
There was a roar of Feng Xinglang's fury in the room.
The leopard head came in bitingly.
”Are you **** dead or alive? Is that how you take care of your brother?”
”...” It was okay, not to ask him about 17 by 19.
”Second elder, it is Bangge himself who wants to drink.”
”He's going to die, and you let him go too?”
”...” Leopard's head shut up.
Yan Bang looked at Feng Xinglang in the fury so quietly, but his lips could raise a gentle smile.
With a bang, a wine glass hit the head of the leopard's head; the glass broke, but the head of the leopard's head was intact.