Pure man and clever daughter-in-law

"Scissors—rock—" Xiang Jiacheng stared nervously at Yuan Yinuo's face, as if he wanted to see even the slightest hint from the other's eyes.In contrast, Yuan Yinuo looked foolish, casually holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, half-closed his eyes.

"Cloth!" Following Xiang Jiacheng's last low shout, the two reached out together, scissors to cloth, and Yuan Yinuo won.

Xiang Jiacheng was extremely annoyed: "Why do you win every time?"

"No." Yuan Yinuo spread his hands innocently, "I have lost too."

"But you win seven times out of ten." Xiang Jiacheng grabbed Yuan Yinuo's collar, bared his teeth, and said viciously, "Is there something tricky, quickly and honestly!"

Yuan Yinuo raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and said with a smile: "Is there anything tricky about me, don't you just watch them go out together? I'm not half a beat behind you, it's your bad luck." He sighed earnestly, "Jiacheng, you have to accept your fate, God thinks you are the one being dominated."

"Get out!" Xiang Jiacheng's tone was bad, he let go of Yuan Yinuo, rubbed his chin and frowned, thinking about it, he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The old god Yuan Yinuo folded his arms behind his head, and said vaguely: "Hurry up, don't hurry up, let alone Tuesday, Wednesday is over." Then he laughed secretly in his stomach.In fact, this thing has some tricks, but he can't tell Xiang Jiacheng.When Xiang Jiacheng played this, he used to clenched his right hand and raised it up to his ear, and stretched out his hand the moment he said the word "cloth". The key was at this moment.If you want to make a fist, your hands will involuntarily clenched; if you want to make a cloth, your hands will subconsciously relax.Whether it is tight or loose, whether it is a fist or a cloth, depends on whether Yuan Yinuo has a quick eye and a quick hand, and his judgment is correct.It is relatively difficult to guess the scissors, but after playing a few times and mastering the rules of Xiang Jiacheng's gestures, it is not difficult to win.

This is a small game of human psychological suggestion. There is also a fist with both hands to let the other party guess which hand has a coin.The most important thing to play these small games is the strong observation ability. Yuan Yinuo often played this game with his comrades in the special forces. They would deliberately relax their fingers to confuse the enemy, and then released "stones".Of course, he will never reveal any little secrets at this time, jokes, this is a necessary ruthless move to gain the initiative, Jedi ban it!

Xiang Jiacheng pondered over and over again, but he didn't figure it out. Could it be that he was just unlucky?Gritting his teeth: "Come again! I still don't believe it."

"Come as soon as you come." Yuan Yinuo laughed wildly, afraid that Xiang Jiacheng would not come.The two put into battle: rock-paper-scissors—paper!No need to ask, Yuan Yinuo won again.Xiang Jiacheng was so angry that he fell back into the sofa: "What the hell, it's really boring."

"Hey hey hey." Yuan Yinuo squeezed the cigarette under his lips, "Manly man, keep what you say, don't play tricks as soon as you lose, it's too tasteless." He raised his thumb and pointed at Jiacheng's with a playful smile. In the workplace, he cast an ambiguous look, "Go handsome, the Lun family is waiting for you—"

Xiang Jiacheng kicked Yuan Yinuo hard, pointed at the other side's nose and said harshly: "You wait for the next time."

"Next time it will make you feel better." Yuan Yinuo continued to tease without fear of death.Xiang Jiacheng twisted and rushed forward, and took a bite of Yuan Yinuo's upper arm.Bah, sharp teeth.

They were joking before the game, but they were serious during the game.Yuan Yinuo went back to the bedroom and changed into a crisp military uniform, which was remade by Xiang Jiacheng according to the German military uniform.Dark dark green thin woolen material, red epaulets, large lapels, revealing a red tie.Metal double-breasted buttons gleamed in the light, and a palm-width belt was tied around the waist.Yuan Yinuo is really a soldier who has been in the army. Standing in a military uniform, he is really tall and vigorous, with a heroic spirit.

He wore gloves as white as snow on his hands, and sat leisurely behind the long table, curling up the whip and tapping lightly on the palm of the other hand.Yuan Yinuo raised his wrist and looked at his watch, um, 15 minutes, I guess it will be more troublesome over there.He looked at the closed door with faint excitement and anticipation.

Not long after, there was the sound of rattling chains mopping the floor outside, followed by a light knock on the door.

Yuan Yinuo suddenly felt a little hot, but he resisted the urge to loosen his tie, but cleared his throat and said indifferently, "Come in."

The door opened, and Xiang Jiacheng walked in slowly.He couldn't walk fast, a pair of heavy shackles clasped his ankles, and every step was strenuous.Not only that, but he also wore a wooden yoke on his wrist, hanging helplessly in front of his body, and the iron chain extended from the middle of the wooden yoke, and was tied with the shackles.He was wearing a dark blue prison uniform with a large V-neck.Yuan Yinuo's eyes lingered on the exposed collarbone for a while without concealing his appearance, before continuing to look down.Underneath is a pair of extremely thin trousers, very short, revealing half of the calf, and the slender ankle that was imprisoned in the shackles.

The prison uniform was very worn out, with ragged edges and looked a little dirty, hanging loosely on Xiang Jiacheng's slightly thin body.And the cold and black handcuffs and shackles, the simple wooden shackles, against Xiang Jiacheng's fair skin, and the expression that conceals his shame and tries to show nobility and elegance, which makes people feel extra-sexy.

Yuan Yinuo was hardened, he just looked at Jiacheng and he became hardened.Now he really wants a hungry tiger to pounce on the food and push Xiang Jiacheng to the ground, so he can eat it first and then talk about it.

But he held back, well, thanks to those years of special forces career, he didn't learn anything else, and his endurance is definitely better than others.

Yuan Yinuo licked his lips, opened the blue folder prepared in advance on the table in front of him, and asked in a contemptuous and contemptuous tone: "Name."

"Xiang... Jiacheng." Xiang Jiacheng answered with difficulty, his voice like a mosquito.This is also understandable. Standing in front of an "officer" in a prison uniform is embarrassing for everyone.

"Speak louder." Yuan Yinuo frowned and glanced at the other party.

"Xiang, Xiang Jiacheng." Xiang Jiacheng's voice raised a little.

"age."

"29."

"gender."

"male."

Yuan Yinuo put down the folder, stood up, and tapped the curved whip in the palm of his hand.He walked around Xiang Jiacheng slowly, his shiny leather boots stomping on the floor, making a creaking sound, in stark contrast to Xiang Jiacheng's bare feet.

Yuan Yinuo stared at Xiang Jiacheng closely, like a hungry wolf staring at a sheep, his eyes were sharp and cold, and they were carved into Xiang Jiacheng's body like a knife.With a strong desire to be naked, Xiang Jiacheng felt as if he was not wearing any clothes at all, and couldn't help but wince, moved his arms in embarrassment, and the shackles clattered softly.

Yuan Yinuo walked in front of Xiang Jiacheng, with a burly figure and a straight military uniform, giving people an invisible coercion.He raised Xiang Jiacheng's jaw with a whip, his voice was low and ruthless: "You are locked here, you have to listen to me, understand?"

Xiang Jiacheng swallowed, and he said to Yuan Yinuo's deep and unpredictable eyes, "Ming, I understand."

"Okay." Yuan Yinuo smiled, took a few steps back, and put his hands behind his back, "Now, take off your pants."

Xiang Jiacheng blushed, and he immediately said loudly, "I object."

"Huh? Object to what?" Yuan Yinuo asked with great interest.

"I'm against it. I'm against using abnormal means to humiliate the prisoner." Xiang Jiacheng raised his head, his eyes sparkling.

"Oh——" Yuan Yinuo said calmly, "You made a mistake, this is not humiliation, this is a routine inspection." He suddenly lowered his face, grabbed Xiang Jiacheng's prison uniform, and said viciously, "Now I give you two choices, either take off your pants and accept the random inspection, or I will push you against the wall and tear you apart!"

Panting for breath, Xiang Jiacheng obviously hesitated between these two choices.The game is the result of mutual cooperation, and he can also decide the direction of development.He thought for a while, and decided to obey first, after all, the feeling of being "forced X" by someone is not very good.He grabbed the edge of his trousers and rubbed them down bit by bit.

It was indeed rubbing down, because his hands were handcuffed together and it was impossible to separate them, which brought great difficulty to the apparently simple action of taking off his pants.Pull down this side, then pull that side, then this side, then that side... He twisted his body, his hips rose and fell as the pants went down more and more.

This process was so long that it could hardly reach the end. When the trousers were limp at the ankles, both of them were panting.Yuan Yinuo stood behind Xiang Jiacheng, his eyes aimed at that crucial place.However, the top of Jiacheng's prison uniform was made wide, which just blocked the exposed buttocks.

Yuan Yinuo snorted and ordered: "Go over and lie down on the table!"

Xiang Jiacheng didn't move, he seemed to want to resist again.But Yuan Yinuo didn't give him a chance, with a flick of his wrist, the whip hit Xiang Jiacheng's back with a "slap".Loud, but not painful, a little itchy.But it also shocked Xiang Jiacheng.He took a deep breath, dragged the shackles and the trousers he had just taken off around his ankles, and struggled to get over it.

This was already very humiliating, Xiang Jiacheng always felt that Yuan Yinuo's eyes were fixed on his Guolu's ass, and his whole body was burning hot.The short distance of a few meters seems to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally came to the table.

The whip fell on the thigh again, and Yuan Yinuo scolded from behind: "Hurry up!"

Climbing up the table was extremely difficult. Xiang Jiacheng's hands were handcuffed, and his ankles were wrapped in pants and shackles. He couldn't lift his legs or use his arms.He felt a little uncomfortable, turned his head and looked at Yuan Yinuo beggingly.

Yuan Yinuo was unmoved, his face was expressionless, and the whip fell mercilessly: "Quick! Do you hear that?!"

Gritting his teeth, Xiang Jiacheng rubbed the table bit by bit.He didn't need to look to know how embarrassed he was now, he was naked underneath, and he had to twist his hips to climb onto the table.Xiang Jiacheng felt embarrassment and anger, but also felt irritated, the space between his legs was already too hard, even if there were no shackles, he might not be able to close the legs tightly.

Yuan Yinuo seemed to have exhausted his patience, stepped forward and grabbed Xiang Jiacheng's handcuffs, and pulled them forward until the wooden shackle got stuck on the edge of the table.Then separated Xiang Jiacheng's knees, let his thighs stand upright, and knelt on the table.

This Xiang Jiacheng was in an extremely humiliating posture, with his upper body leaning forward, his hands over his head, but his hips were raised high, and his pants were hanging on his ankles.

Yuan Yinuo stood by the table, smiled with satisfaction, picked up Xiang Jiacheng's clothes with the whip, pushed them up along the sloping back, and slowly rubbed Xiang Jiacheng's smooth and delicate skin with his left hand wearing a white glove.

"Okay," he said, "now, start checking."