The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Before Zhou Hexuan fell asleep, he heard soft footsteps.

In the darkness, a strange sneer appeared on his face: Liao Yaquan, Liao Yaquan, you can finally hold it back!

Everyone's walking sound is different, as long as you listen carefully, you will know that it is obviously Liao Yaquan who entered the bedroom in the dark.

In the past few months, Liao Yaquan had hinted and seduced him in various ways. Zhou Hexuan was unmoved, and even pretended to be puzzled, just to see how long the other party could hold back.

There was the sound of undressing, followed by a soft body slipping into the bed.

"Who?" Zhou Hexuan suddenly "woke up" and asked knowingly.

Liao Yaquan curled up in Zhou Hexuan's arms and said softly, "It's me."

"Yaquan? You...why are you here?" Zhou Hexuan exclaimed, "Don't be like this, get down quickly, I have a fiancee."

"I don't care, I like you, I just want to be your woman." Liao Yaquan reached into his clothes and gently stroked Zhou Hexuan's chest.

Zhou Hexuan grabbed her wrist and tried to persuade her: "Yaquan, you are a good woman, but we are not suitable. I can't make any promises to you, I'm going to get married soon."

Liao Yaquan said softly, "Then I will be your concubine just like Miss Xiaodong."

"No, I don't deserve you, you can go." Zhou Hexuan lifted the quilt and sat up.

"It's worth it, it's worth it," Liao Yaquan said heartily, "When I was at my worst, you were the one who helped me and arranged for me to work. You are personable, talented, and affectionate. You are the most perfect man in the world, anyway. I recognize you. Brother Zhou, if you're worried about sister Le Yi getting angry, then we'll do it secretly and keep her from knowing."

"I'm not as good as you said...Hey, don't be like this."

Before Zhou Hexuan could finish speaking, Liao Yaquan had rushed over, frantically tore off his pajamas, and kissed randomly on his neck.

What was that word called?

Well, half-heartedly.

Seeing that the heat was about the same, Zhou Hexuan also had a physiological reaction, and immediately pressed Liao Yaquan down like a beast in heat.

Liao Yaquan studied relevant theoretical courses in the spy school, but it was the first time to actually operate it. She was originally extremely clear-headed, but following the man's movements, her body began to feel hot involuntarily, and her thinking became a little dull.

After an indescribable movement, only the panting sounds of men and women remained in the darkness.

Zhou Hexuan turned on the bedside lamp, lit a cigarette and smoked.

"You are amazing!" Liao Yaquan lay in Zhou Hexuan's arms like a kitten, her face was bright and rosy, and her tone was full of admiration and admiration.

Zhou Hexuan shook the cigarette ash with one hand, and put his arms around the girl's delicate body with the other, but his mind was full of thoughts.

During the sage's time, the man's thinking was very clear, and he was thinking about how to deal with this female spy in the future.

First of all, it must not be exposed.

Liao Yaquan has revealed his identity, and everything is much easier to handle. If she was killed or forced away, who knows who the Japanese will send over, then it would be troublesome.

Perhaps it is possible to reveal some "secrets" from time to time, so as to stabilize this woman, lest she lose her composure and jump over the wall in a hurry.

As for those "secrets", let the Japanese investigate, and they will never find anything.

When both of them had rested, Liao Yaquan suddenly said, "Brother Zhou, can you tell me about the past when you were abroad?"

"You want to hear?" Zhou Hexuan asked with a smile.

"Well, I want to know more about you." Liao Yaquan was like a silly girl who fell in love.

"My ancestral home was in Zhili, and my family was relatively well-off. Unfortunately, I met the Boxers and the Eight-Power Allied Forces..." Zhou Hexuan began to make up stories again, "In this way, after the death of the missionary, I survived in the United States by cheating and abducting."

"Brother Zhou, you are really good. You can become a scholar by yourself." Liao Yaquan kept complimenting her, and that kind of girl-worshiping voice could easily please men.

It's a pity that Zhou Hexuan's story is false, and Liao Yaquan's identity is also false.

This kind of compliment not only did not make Zhou Hexuan proud, but on the contrary became more vigilant. He laughed and said, "Maybe it's because I have a smarter brain. I can basically remember everything I've seen once."

"Isn't that a photographic memory?" Liao Yaquan asked in surprise.

Zhou Hexuan said: "This is normal. I also met a child last year, a student of Hope Primary School, and he also has a photographic memory."

"China... There are indeed many capable people and strange people in China," Liao Yaquan almost slipped the tongue, she changed the subject and asked, "Brother Zhou, I heard that the United States has the "Chinese Exclusion Act", which is very unfriendly to us Chinese. So in Chinese in America need to stick together to survive.”

Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "Yes, the situation of the Chinese in the United States is indeed very bad."

"People from the newspaper said you joined Hongmen?" Liao Yaquan asked.

Zhou Hexuan said: "Do you look down on associations and gangs?"

Liao Yaquan quickly explained: "How come? Mr. Sun Yat-sen is also a member of the Hongmen, and I admire him the most. When I was young, I often heard my father talk about Mr. Sun, and said that he is a red stick in the Hongmen. He is very prestigious. You Is it also a red stick?"

"I'm not, I'm a white paper fan." Zhou Hexuan laughed.

"What is a white paper fan?" Liao Yaquan asked innocently.

Zhou Hexuan explained: "The white paper fan is commonly known as a military adviser, who lives off his brains."

"Oh, so that's the case, isn't that very majestic?" Liao Yaquan said excitedly.

Zhou Hexuan showed a smile on his face: "I can't talk about prestige, because I joined the secret hall of Hongmen, and most people have never even heard of it."

Hearing this, Liao Yaquan became short of breath, and she asked, "What secret hall? It sounds very interesting."

"Hey, I can't tell you about this." Zhou Hexuan stopped talking.

Liao Yaquan felt like a cat scratching in his heart, and said coquettishly, "Well, tell me, I'm very curious."

Zhou Hexuan rolled his eyes, coughed and said, "Cough, let me tell you something, don't say it outside."

Liao Yaquan swore: "I promise not to talk nonsense."

Zhou Hexuan intentionally misled his train of thought: "The secret organization I joined was not completely affiliated with the Hongmen, even some big figures in the United States participated. Strictly speaking, the Hongmen was also used..." Having said that, Zhou Hexuan came to an abrupt end. Stop, with a serious expression, "Uh, go to sleep, you don't ask about such things in the future."

Liao Yaquan's mind is completely confused, the American Hongmen is actually a tool of a mysterious organization, and the top leaders of the United States are also involved.

Could it be that the American brigadier general stationed in Tianjin is a member of this organization?

Such important information must be reported to Mr. Mitsui tomorrow!

Waking up early in the morning, Liao Yaquan pretended to be unwell, and did not get up until almost noon, then went out and went straight to Mitsui Hospital.